The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Following the description in the original work from his memory, Yu Zhao cautiously walked into the maze building in the underground palace.

According to the original book, this is a palace left behind by a powerful person who was skilled in construction. There are countless magical weapons left in it, and correspondingly, mechanisms and formations can be seen everywhere.

This maze is only the first level.

Walking in the narrow and winding maze, Yu Zhao kept searching around. He remembered that the book said that the key to getting out of the maze was a few loose bricks. As long as you step on them, several beams of light will appear above your head to guide you in the right direction.

Unfortunately, no matter how detailed the description in the book is, it is not as real as being there in person.

After actually entering the maze, Yu Zhao felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

The environment was like copy and paste, a relatively claustrophobic space where not even the sound of wind could be found.

He walked for a long time, paying attention to the bricks and stones in the corners, but still found nothing.

Feeling somewhat discouraged, Yu Zhao called out to the sword spirit residing in his body in his heart, but received no response.

Ever since he and the Sword Spirit had a falling out, the two sides have been in a stalemate.

The sword spirit was looking forward to finding an opportunity to seize his body and occupy his flesh. And he also hoped that this trip to the underground palace would allow him to find a way to completely destroy the sword spirit from his body while stabilizing his soul.

Now, the sword spirit will naturally not appear to help.

Yu Zhao leaned against the wall to rest his feet, and not giving up, he squatted down again to check if there was anything wrong with the floor tiles.

I suddenly felt a chill on my spine, my hair stood on end, and the sense of danger quickly spread to my brain.

Yu Zhao instinctively rolled over to avoid the attack of the blade, but he was still a step too slow and a bleeding wound was left on the side of his neck.

Neck! Scimitar!

The familiar tingling sensation instantly pulled Yu Zhao into that inexplicable fear.

He thought that a lot of time had passed, and the assassination attempt by the demon cultivator had already happened. Maybe the demon cultivator had a feud with other cultivators and had been killed...

Actually, he followed me so relentlessly?

"Who! Who is it? Wait a minute, sir. Is there a misunderstanding? Why do you keep plotting against me?!"

"Even if I die, I should die knowingly!"

Yu Zhao took out his sword for defense, looked at the surrounding walls carefully, and shouted loudly to try to call out the hidden people.

But it was quiet everywhere, with his own voice echoing all around him, and no one paid any attention to him.

Yu Zhao didn't dare to be careless, but he also knew that he couldn't stay in one place for long. He held his sword in guard, listening to the movement as he walked.

Suddenly, there were light footsteps across the wall. Just as Yu Zhao was about to lean against the wall to distinguish them carefully, the blade on his back cut through his clothes and flesh.

When I turned around again, there was silence again.

Yu Zhao was completely enraged. He stroked the scratches on his back, his body trembling with anger and fear, and he cursed loudly:

"Get out! Bastard! Evil spirit! Come out if you can! Come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and suddenly a demon cultivator dressed in black and wearing a dark blue Rakshasa mask appeared at the end of the long and narrow corridor.

What he held in his hand was the black scimitar that caused Yu Zhao to feel physical fear.

Yu Zhao was startled and opened his mouth but no sound came out. A man in black robe suddenly appeared and stabbed his heart straight with a scimitar!

“…Zheng!”

The swords collided, causing a sharp clanging sound.

Yu Zhao fought and retreated, constantly calling out to the sword spirit in his heart, hoping that the other party would come out to help.

Before this, he had already known how elusive this demon cultivator was. As the secret realm suppressed his cultivation, he had no way of finding out what realm the other party had reached.

Such a relentless assassination attempt on him was really hard to guard against.

Yu Zhao was still afraid. He was afraid of pain and death.

The sword spirit remained indifferent. Its target was Yu Zhao's body. As long as Yu Zhao's body was not destroyed, it had nothing to do with him.

Cursing the sword spirit for ungratefulness, Yu Zhao gritted his teeth and threw out the spell amulet he carried with him.

Perhaps it was because the unique formation of the underground palace suppressed the effect of the talisman. Among so many accidentally obtained heavenly-grade talismans, only the teleportation talisman was the most useful.

Without caring about wasting time, under the dual pressure of mind and body, Yu Zhao just wanted to escape from the black-robed man. He did not seriously observe the knife-wielding skills of this black-robed demon cultivator, and the subtle differences between his knife-wielding skills and those of the demon cultivators he encountered before.

Yu Zhao quickly put a talisman on himself and teleported to another corner of the maze.

Yu Huai stopped swinging his sword and looked up at the dark sky above his head. There was a mystery hidden in it. There were countless tiny bronze mirrors reflecting each other, forming a huge mirror world at the end of the maze.

Outside the mirror, there was someone watching him.

Yu Huai released the poisonous scorpion to lead the way and find Yu Zhao's location.

The key to the cat-and-mouse game is to be moderately relaxed and keep the mouse tense at all times.

He will complete this performance seriously.

Yu Zhao was temporarily safe and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took out the pill from his storage ring and swallowed it to replenish his energy and blood.

The more panicked he became, the more mistakes he made. Before he could figure out the direction of the maze, he was forced to teleport to an unfamiliar corner. Now he had no idea which direction was going!

Yu Zhao was anxious. Not only did he have to guard against the pursuit of the men in black, but he also had to find the correct exit of the maze. The pressure in his heart was getting greater and greater. He kicked the hard wall angrily and without thinking, which hurt himself.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and it was unclear which direction to go. Yu Zhao was afraid that he would get lost in this huge maze, and faced with two choices, he was undecided.

But before he could get confused, the poisonous scorpion behind him had already found him by following his scent...

In front of the bronze mirror, You Mu was in a good mood, sipping tea and watching, leaning back in the chair as if he was on vacation.

[Would you like to eat some more jujube paste cakes?] Tiandao felt that You Mu was too leisurely and he couldn't go out freely, so he said something sarcastic in a sour tone.

[I’m tired of eating the pastries in Lingcheng. Let’s go somewhere else next time.] When Tiandao mentioned this, You Mu thought about it seriously.

[…I mean, you look pretty free]

[Indeed... then find something to do.] Waving his sleeves, putting away the teacup, You Mu straightened his sleeves and stood up.

By all accounts, Fang Yan and his companions should have encountered the mechanical beast guarding the cemetery.

After taking a look at the progress on the bronze mirror and leaving a note for Yu Huai in the maze, You Mu's figure disappeared at the end of the maze.