Mysterious journey

Dang. Dang. Dang.

Bells rang slowly, coming from nowhere.

Garen ran quickly in the dark passage, the road ahead quickly retreated, and the bones on the ground were crushed to pieces under his feet. Wipe off some powdered lime from the corner of the wall at the corner.

Without any pause, he moved rapidly along the increasingly sloping passage.

Snapped.

Leather Boots stopped, and Nightmare helped Andrela look back.

In the dim sunlight, the surface of the huge black stone statue seemed to be coated with a golden-red halo.

A heavy bell sounded from the top of the stone statue.

"It's really spectacular." Nightmare murmured, "Garen, don't die."

On the beach, Wiseman's black-chested and hairy general was waiting for the rapidly approaching warship. He and the demon hunter Eliza also turned back and looked at the towering black stone statue on the island.

There were only a dozen demon hunters left, and Weisman's soldiers were also few.

"The final battle is here. I didn't expect that the twilight bell has already sounded. It's really a battle worth looking forward to." The general said with emotion in his eyes. "It's a pity that those two fools can never hear it again. I have long said that if you behave like them, your life will be short-lived. It's a pity that no one listens to me."

Elizal touched the remaining scar on her face, which was left in the melee.

"The glorious power is dead, aren't you sad at all, General Mero?"

"Sad? It would be better if you died. It just so happens that my family is the only one. When I go back, I will annex two big families! Hehe!!" The black-chested and hairy general suddenly became happy, and suddenly he saw the warship approaching quickly.

"Hey!!"

He rushed over and waved loudly.

"I'm here!! Sweet little Sally!!"

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Northern Territory

Among the piles of bloody corpses, Mal, the assassin, supported the Arctic King.

"You idiot, are you okay?" He slapped King Arctic twice hard.

The latter slowly opened his eyes dizzily.

"Not dead yet"

"The main force is different. It's really thick-skinned." Mal sighed with emotion. When they besieged Immortal Palace, Immortal Fran, this Arctic King was the fastest, and of course he was also the most seriously injured.

But he is worthy of being called a polar bear. His body is so strong that he hardly looks like a human being. He was hit four times in the front by Xianflan, but he was still able to speak normally.

The distant sound of bells came from high in the sky.

"It's the Twilight Bell, and the final battle has begun. Go and take a look?" Mal looked up at the top of the huge black stone statue.

"I can't do it anymore. That guy is too perverted. He is seeking death by going there." The Arctic King replied feebly with a hum.

"It's okay, there is a pervert over there in the Southern Territory. We don't have to think about the black smoke pot, but no matter what, we can't let the people in the Immortal Palace take advantage of it." Mal said calmly.

"It's okay. Hum, no one who has been hit by my three-day Arctic needle can survive for three days!" The Arctic King sneered.

"The people in Asgard are not ordinary people." Mal emphasized.

"Well, okay, but I guarantee they won't have the energy to cause trouble for us now. Otherwise, can we still stand here safely?" the Arctic King said unwillingly. "I said you should just stay there and wait for their rescuers to pick you up. Why are you messing around?"

Mal shook his head.

"I have a reason to go"

"That's up to you." Arctic King hummed twice more, sat aside to rest alone, and began to check the injury. "By the way, is my sister-in-law okay now? If you go and die, I have been coveting my sister-in-law for a long time, you know. Don't blame me for not being brotherly in the future."

Mal had a dark look on his face.

"I said it's okay if you don't help. How can you take advantage of others' danger?"

"Anyway, I don't care. You go quickly and don't forget to hum before you die. I will pick up my sister-in-law right away." The Arctic King was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Mal applied medicine to the wound on his shoulder, tied it several times with the prepared bandage, and contracted the muscles to close the wound. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Seeing the Arctic King staying alone with his eyes closed for cultivation, he shook his head speechlessly. He quietly turned around, jumped into the dark underground passage, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The Arctic King waited for a while and there was no sound, then he opened his eyes and took a look.

"I really went. Hi! Are you really tired of living?" He looked back in the direction of the stone forest where there was a vague sound approaching, he hesitated and gritted his teeth.

"Shit! You're looking for death! You've made me miserable!"

He jumped into the dark passage and fell into the darkness several times.

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The Fire Sparrow Mother leaned against the stone statue and looked quietly at the withered old man in pitch black in front of her.

"That guy ran away?"

The old man nodded. "First he was hit by the Arctic Needle for three days, and then he was hit by that guy's sneak attack. However, he was also stabbed by Xianflan's sword, and his injuries were no less severe than mine." He bowed slightly, and there was a ferocious sword wound on his lower abdomen. , still dripping blood.

The fire bird mother looked up at the top of the huge stone statue.

"Xianflan is up, that guy is probably still hiding, waiting for an opportunity. I'm going back, what are you going to do?"

The old man was slightly surprised. "You won't go up and help?"

The fire sparrow mother shook her head.

"I won't go, it's no longer necessary."

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed. "me and you togather."

The Fire Sparrow Mother turned and walked towards the outside of the stone forest. Where he was standing, there was a pool of black and red blood.

The old man in black followed closely.

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At the top of the stone statue, Immortal Fran's slender figure exuded a kind of eerie beauty. He held a red long sword upside down and looked quietly at Galen rushing up diagonally below.

Along the stone steps of the passage, Garen gradually slowed down and looked up at Xianflan at the entrance of the passage.

This man, who had been entangled with him from the beginning until now, was now wearing a dark silk robe. His pale skin and dark silk robe formed a sharp and dazzling contrast.

The strong wind kept blowing, and Xianflan's long black hair was blowing to the left, and his black robe also made a rustling sound.

"Gallon."

He raised his right hand and opened his palm. A simple book necklace lay quietly in his palm.

"The stars of Yongye are still with you, right?"

Garen stood still, holding the necklace on his chest with his hands.

"I clearly remember that you took it from me?"

"What was taken away was not the necklace, but something else." Xianflan turned around and moved away from the entrance of the passage, walking to the edge of the platform. The strong wind blew his silky long hair flying.

Garen slowly walked out of the passage. The passage was built inside the stone statue and went up diagonally to the top of the stone statue. The exit was on the platform above the head.

On the top of the huge black stone statue, on the platform in the middle, Xianflan and Garen stood more than ten meters apart.

The entire black platform is hundreds of meters in diameter and oval in shape. It is surrounded by black stone guardrails, some of which have been damaged and fallen. There are detailed words and symbols engraved on the ground, walls, and ceilings. It seems to record the breath of another completely unfamiliar civilization.

The distant bells kept coming from above the head, heavy and simple, with waves of faint echoes.

The dim sunlight slanted in and fell at the feet of the two people, illuminating the entire gap between the platforms with golden red.

Garen stared at Xianflan's back, walked around him to the guardrail, and looked down.

Under the guardrail, a large white cloud ring is like a white garland, slowly rotating around the stone statue. Below the gap between the cloud rings, some small black dots were boarding the ships on the edge of the island one by one. Some ships are already leaving, and some are approaching.

A trace of white cloud drifted in front of Garen. He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the cloud.

The cloud actually lingered around the back of his hand, like a white translucent ribbon.

Garon's fingers are like the petals of a flower in bloom, turning naturally, softly and delicately, without a hint of rigidity. It actually prevented the clouds from drifting away at all.

"Beihua Yunshou."

Garen flicked his finger, tsk!

The white cloud turned into a white thread and shot straight towards Xianflan. quietly.

The white line shot one meter in front of Xianflan and stopped suddenly. It was as if I had hit an invisible wall. Suddenly it exploded into fine white dots and disappeared.

"I still remember that the last time I saw you, you were far from this level." Xianflan had a strange smile on his face. "Did you hear the bell ringing above your head? That's the Twilight Bell, which symbolizes the first stage of opening the black smoke pot."

"The first stage?" Garen narrowed his eyes at him, waiting for his next words.

"Yes, there are two stages of black smoke pot." Xianflan held the guardrail with his hand, with a hint of memory in his eyes. "The last time the black smoke pot was opened, it was when we heard the bell of the Twilight Bell. And the second stage has actually begun. It started from the moment we entered here."

"oh?"

A layer of white gold slowly appeared on the surface of Garen's skin.

"That is, there is only one living person left here." Xianflan smiled casually and slowly waved the elf sword in his hand.

Garen grabbed it with his right palm, absorbing the surrounding white clouds.

White clouds were like white lines, and thousands of streams converged, gathering under his palm from all directions. A white cloud ball gathered in his palm.

"In terms of martial arts, besides you and me, who else in the world can be stronger than us? I didn't expect that you and I would have to compete here." He slowly walked towards Xianflan, and there seemed to be dragon-shaped tigers with every step he took. A sense of dominance. There was no sound, but it seemed as if the entire stone statue floor was shaking slightly.

"It has nothing to do with the black smoke pot. In fact, we have been waiting for this battle for a long time." Xianflan raised his sword and lightly touched the sword with his fingers, and the entire sword slowly bloomed with a blood-red light.

He waved lightly, and a red line slowly floated out, cutting off the guardrail on the right side silently.

"Start right here and finish everything off."

The tip of the elf sword tilted down, pointing towards the ground.

"It has nothing to do with the black tobacco pot."

Garen suddenly raised his palm and pushed forward! !

Boom! ! ! !

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.

In the gap at the top of the stone statue, a large cloud of white gas and red light exploded, forming a red and white ring that slowly spread out.

An inexplicable aura emanated from the top of the stone statue. This breath is transparent and invisible, rising straight into the sky.

The sky quickly darkened, and countless dark clouds gathered, getting thicker and darker. The entire island began to shake slowly, and the gravel on the ground trembled and beat rapidly. A large amount of smoke spread out from the cracks in the ground, forming a large amount of white clouds, submerging the entire huge stone statue in it.