Su Lingtian frowned and became confused.

"Ah? Help!"

Mo Qingling, who had come to help Su Lingtian Gang, was suddenly sucked into it by a tornado.

Su Lingtian, without any hesitation, exerted his speed to the extreme.

"Catch my hand!"

In the huge vortex, Su Lingtian stretched his hand towards Mo Qingling with difficulty.

In a panic, Mo Qingling seemed to have grabbed Su Lingtian's hand as if he was catching a life-saving straw.

Unfortunately, Su Lingtian underestimated the gravity of the vortex.

The two were instantly involved, and when they disappeared, the vortex tornado disappeared.

"Master, young master!"

"Oh no, they were sucked into the quicksand."

Dian Wei and the other two were very anxious.

...

This is a dark and endless desolate land, with endless demonic energy surging constantly.

There is no breath of vitality in the entire space, only the breath of death, which makes people unable to help but tremble from the depths of their souls.

The desolate land is empty and silent, and there is only a huge stone tablet several feet tall in the center.

During the endless years, the stone tablets have not been corrupted under time, but still stand there with their heads raised.

It exudes an inexplicable huge magic power, which is terrifying and terrifying.

It is carved with ancient and vicissitudes and vigorous letters.

Tomb of the Mysterious Demon!

"Why did you save me? You and I were sucked into this ghost place."

Mo Qingling lowered his head and asked softly.

"You are my maid, your life belongs only to me. Without my consent, no one or anything can be taken away from me."

Su Lingtian's voice was domineering and cold.
Chapter completed!