"I'll try!"

"I'm coming too!"

Several people stood out from the crowd, young and middle-aged, all with pupil skills, confident in themselves, and came to the stone bridge to peer down.

In an instant, their eyes emitted golden beams, or purple and silver, and so on.

But soon, these people looked back, very embarrassed, and couldn't see through.

"This abyss is too deep!"

"What is the link below?"

"This is the underground palace, but as a result, there is a deeper place below..."

Everyone was a little disturbed.

The main reason is that there is too little intelligence, and they don't know anything about it.

"Does anyone want to go down and take a look?" someone shouted.

However, no one answered.

Everyone looked at each other, and the scene was quite embarrassing for a while.

"Should I come?" a sharp-edged young man stood up and asked.

"This is Zhong Yue, one of the hundred most outstanding disciples of the last generation of Wu Yazong..." someone introduced.

"Brother Zhong Yue, I beg you!"

"Be careful about everything, if something is wrong, return immediately!"

"Say it!"

Zhong Yue nodded slightly, and then leaped forward, like a big Peng spreading his wings, covered with hazy silver light like a moon, and plunged straight into the dark abyss.

The crowd stood on the edge of the stone bridge or the edge of the cliff, eagerly waiting.

After about a quarter of an hour, in the silence, everyone suddenly heard a loud roar.

The earth seemed to shake slightly.

But then disappeared.

Someone saw that in the darkness where the fingers were invisible, there seemed to be a hazy silver light blooming, but it was fleeting.

Everyone was taken aback.

They knew that if it were outside, Zhong Yue's loud roar was enough to smash the earth, break the mountains and even the stars, but at this time it was just a little bit of a slight shake.

In addition, if he burst out with all his strength, the silver light on his body should be as dazzling as a blazing sun, enough to illuminate the night and make an area as bright as day. It would never be as fleeting as it is now.

"This......"

"Is it in danger?"

"Zhong Yue!"

"Brother Zhong Yue, can you hear my voice!"

Someone yelled down.

However, no response was received. This result made everyone's heart sink, a little chilly.

Zhong Yue's cultivation base is not low. In the late stage of Wuxia, he is only half a step into the near-sage realm. As the most outstanding elite disciple of the previous generation of Wuyazong, he is well deserved.

However, he seems to be in trouble now.

Everyone is confused and anxious, desperately hoping to get an answer, what has Zhong Yue encountered?

"Ugh......"

"Brother Zhong Yue seems to be in danger!"

Everyone looked at each other.

They fluttered for a while, hesitated, and didn't know what to do next.

Someone looked at the endless, continuous dark stone bridge with deep eyes. Where does it lead to, **** or heaven?

What exactly is under the stone bridge? !

Everyone waited another quarter of an hour. They almost gave up. Although many people didn't say anything, they were sure in their hearts that Zhong Yue was afraid that he was dead.

But at this moment, Zhong Yue's voice actually sounded: "Pull...pull me..."

The voice was intermittent, slightly hoarse, and seemed weak.

But the audience is quiet, and they are all clever practitioners. How can they not hear?

Some people froze first, then overjoyed, and laughed: "Brother Zhong Yue, you really are still alive!"

With a flash of profound light, several people were about to rush into the abyss below.

"Hold on!" At this moment, he shouted sharply and stopped those people.