Chapter 892 (1/2)

Song Qingyu's soul turned around, nodded and said, ”well, it's here. You see, the traces of the statue are still there. Lin Tongfang knelt down here at that time.”

He pointed to a place.

Yang Xuan took back his ring again and sent out his mind. He searched inch by inch, but unfortunately, no matter how he searched, he found nothing.

After thinking about it, he simply let Chi Kong out.

As soon as chikong left Yang Xuan's ring, he frantically rushed over, but he was directly suppressed by Yang Xuan and knelt at the place pointed out by song Qingyu.

Something strange happened.

Not long after chikong knelt down, there were layers of water ripples in the place where the statue originally stood, and then a dark statue began to exude a very cold atmosphere.

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed. He had seen the statue more than once.

The chikong kneeling on the ground gradually calmed down, and even completely forgot Yang Xuan who was still standing by and began to kneel piously.

At the same time, in his heart, the heart tightly wrapped by Yang Xuan's golden power began to struggle.

Bang, bang, Bang

The heart beat violently, as if something was going to break out of its shell.

The black statue also responded, slowly probing the black silk thread one by one.

At this time, Yang Xuan's thoughts poured into the statue like water.

It was like being in a completely dark deep pool. The extremely cold feeling made Yang Xuan shiver repeatedly.

It's dark all around. I can't even see anything. I just feel like I'm in ice water without any sense of direction.

After sensing the invasion of Yang Xuan's mind, the black silk thread that had been explored turned around one after another, rushed back and wound around Yang Xuan's mind.

The feeling of extreme danger spread all over his body, which made Yang Xuan produce a threat of death in an instant.

Yang Xuan was shocked and his mind burst, emitting thousands of golden lights in the dark space.

After encountering the golden light, those gathered black silk threads were not afraid at all and climbed up quietly, like vines.

Yang Xuan felt as if he had been pressed by something. Not only did his mind begin to become sluggish, but even the power in his body became a little heavy at this moment.

He was a little surprised.

The black power was as heavy as a mountain for him at the moment, and even made him feel irresistible.

You know, at this time, he is the cultivation in the later stage of Mahayana.

But just when he wanted to stand up and resist, the black silk thread seemed to have received some order, all together, and then retracted.

The statue began to shake. Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to see a black eye, looked at him slightly, and then disappeared.

The next moment, darkness surged up like a tide, expelling Yang Xuan's mind.

Click, click!

The golden force originally wrapped around chikong's heart suddenly cracks and then breaks directly.

A black chain protruded from the statue and rolled the red sky in an instant.

Yang Xuan's mind moved, and a golden light like a knife cut into the chain.

But the chain was only a slight flash, and Yang Xuan's golden awn was broken and disappeared.

Then, before Yang Xuan reacted, the black chain pulled chikong into the statue that had become a virtual shadow.