No cheat code, right? I'll make one myself.

The attack occurred almost blindly.

Yunlin still managed to dodge it.

The next second, Yunlin felt something creepy passing through his body.

It felt like he was standing in front of him with nothing on.

"The sword cultivator's sixth sense?"

He used his spiritual sense to check Yunlin but found no signs of him practicing any martial arts techniques.

For the first time, Qihe became interested in Yunlin.

For a moment, he did not continue to take action, but just looked at Yunlin with a strange look, as if he was thinking about how to deal with Yunlin.

"When a malicious divine sense probes others, it will produce a feeling like yours. There is no doubt that the person in front of you is already in the Nascent Soul stage, but the specific level of cultivation is still uncertain."

"What are the chances of me and his partner winning?"

Yunlin didn't take Luo Ling's hint seriously and asked directly.

"With your current mental strength and your newly born spiritual consciousness, plus the assistance of divine power, it should not be difficult to survive in his hands, but if you want to defeat him."

Luo Lin didn't say the rest, but Yun Lin could already tell what she wanted to express from her tone.

"Is it impossible?"

When Yunlin and Qihe stopped fighting, Mu Geng on the other side started fighting again.

However, it seems that it is Kisara who is at a disadvantage.

Another cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul seemed to have a special understanding of Mu Geng's abilities. When Mu Geng's damage hit him, at most a burst of light would appear, and there would be no follow-up.

On the contrary, when his body touched Kisara's palm or other parts, Kisara would step back for a while, as if he had touched something hot.

“That’s not very kind.”

Qihe suddenly took two steps back, looked at Mu Geng and said sarcastically that at the place where he was before, a purple phantom sword appeared without any warning.

On the other side, Yunlin summoned the wings of the vampires and floated towards the sky.

When he left the ground, the place where he was previously located collapsed, and a deep pit with a diameter of about one meter suddenly appeared under his feet.

"Same here, you're not being very kind."

Yunlin, flying in the air, looked at the bottomless cave and took the initiative to put away the bridge between immortals and mortals.

"Are you planning to give up? Or do you think Jinping's flying ability, which he borrowed from somewhere, is enough to defeat me?"

As he spoke, Qihe flew towards Yunlin. He just flew up. Unlike the others who used any flying sword to float in the air, he was truly flying in the air.

The left hand in the depths grabbed Yunlin, as if intending to pull Yunlin down with his left hand. The left hand in the depths grabbed Yunlin, as if intending to pull Yunlin down with his left hand.

But the spiritual power covering his hands made Yunlin feel extremely dangerous. If he was really caught by him, it would not be just a simple loss of freedom. If he was hit in the heart, he would most likely lose part of his flesh and blood.

However, Yunlin did not rely on the wings of the vampires to dodge, but stood where he was, as if in a daze.

When he was about to touch Yunlin, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped him.

"You'd better go down. It's too high for you here."

A huge blue, translucent stick appeared in Yunlin's hand, and he hit him on the head with it.

Caught off guard, Qihe was knocked back to the ground by Yunlin's stick, with both of his feet sinking into the ground.

But Yunlin's blow only made him fall down, and Xihe just looked a little embarrassed, but was not injured at all.

"How do you feel?"

Looking at Qihe who was knocked back to the ground by his stick, with his feet still stuck in the ground, Yunlin put the Zhenbing stick on his shoulder and said in a way that made him ask for a beating.

"I don't like looking up at others, especially an ant like you. Come down."

While he was speaking, Yunlin felt as if a thousand-pound object was pressing down on him, and the wings of the blood clan seemed to be fixed by something. There was no way to get out of the cave, and I fell to the ground.

Boom~~

The sound Yunlin made when he landed was much louder than the sound Xihe made when he landed before. It was obvious that the force pressing on him was greater than the force he had transmitted to Qihe through his previous attack.

What's worse is that Yunlin didn't move much after he took off into the air, so the sound he made after falling was more like the sound of the stick hitting the ground, and he himself fell into the cave that Xihe had created earlier.

"Cough cough."

He managed to stick to the cave wall with great difficulty by relying on his body, but he still accidentally inhaled a lot of dust, which caused him to cough uncontrollably.

But the good news is that after he fell into the cave, he relied on his body to get stuck on the cave wall with great difficulty, but he still inhaled a lot of dust, which caused him to cough uncontrollably. But the good news is that after he fell into the cave, the power in his body disappeared.

"This is your stuff, I'm going to give it back to you."

After adjusting his body and preparing to climb up, the sound of Qihe came from the upper cave entrance. Upon hearing this sound, Yunlin instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The sky above became darker, as if something was blocking the entrance of the cave, and that thing was getting closer and closer.

"Oops."

After barely raising his head and seeing what it was, Yun Lin said with a bad heart, almost without any hesitation, he supported his hands and feet on the wall and immediately retracted them, and he began to fall uncontrollably. At the same time, he condensed a small amount of divine power, about two drops, above himself.

If he couldn't think of a solution before he reached the bottom, he would have to think about whether these two drops of divine power could stop the falling Zhenbing stick, or pray that his spiritual power could restore his body, which had turned into a pool of meat paste, to its original state.

"You shouldn't continue falling. The speed above will only get faster and faster. As time continues to accelerate, the damage you suffer will only get worse and worse."

Luo Ling spoke calmly, as if Luo was scolding Yun Lin.

"Sister, you have time to scold me here, but you don't want to think of a solution quickly. I feel like I'm going to end up like this."

Yunlin said this in his heart unhappily, but judging from his tone, Yunlin's originally nervous heart was relieved.

Since Luo Ling still spoke in a calm tone at such a critical moment, it meant that she had already thought of a solution.

"Since you called me sister, I will tell you the method. However, whether you can actually accomplish it depends on your ability."

Lorraine did not delay any further and spoke in a faster tone.

"Now use your divine power to slow down a little bit, try to keep pace with it, then slowly get closer and put the stick into your Qiankun bag."

"But think carefully before you slow down. If you slow down too quickly, your head will explode. If you slow down too slowly, and you don't hit the stick before you hit the bottom, you'll probably end up like a sandwich."

After finishing his words, Luo Ling became silent, as if intending to give Yunlin some room to perform.

But in fact, Luo Ling had not finished speaking. After possessing spiritual consciousness, he could use his spiritual consciousness to touch objects and put them directly into the Qiankun bag.

However, given Yunlin's current control over his spiritual consciousness, Lorraine still did not tell Yunlin this method.

But even though Lorraine told Yuan Lin the way to escape, he still didn't find it and had no way to do it.

Yunlin couldn't use divine power to slow down. His current deceleration effect depended on touching the wall with one hand, but the big stick above made his method completely useless.

What's worse is that Yunlin seemed to have seen the floor below. At the current falling speed, there are still seven seconds before he hits the ground and is smashed into a paste by the falling mass.