Stepping on the mandala, people are as small as ants. Looking up, the height is not the top, looking around, it is a criss-crossed, winding and whirling channel. At the foot of the foot, there are countless unknown kinds of white bones, naturally inlaid into the steps, due to the different years, the color has different shades, and some have weathered out many holes.

A chill came straight up from the soles of his feet, impacting the dantian spirit platform. Zhang used his mana, carefully climbed the steps, and soon came to the fork. The passage is surrounded by walls several feet high. But no one dared to try to fly.

After a moment's pause, the crowd chose their own direction. Gradually, Zhang Qi walked alone in a narrow passage. The chill that penetrates into the heart and lungs of the bone marrow is getting deeper and deeper. The silent environment seems to have countless killing machines accumulating, ready to be launched at any time.

Zhang Qi released his divine sense to investigate, but found that it was blocked within a single zhang. In the passage, there are no special signs, so you can only move forward cautiously, and from the slope of the road, you can feel that you are going up. In less than half an hour, Zhang Qi was a little congested, and the road ahead was blocked by a high wall.

What the hell is this mandala for? I want to play everyone to death! Zhang Qi had the urge to collapse the blocking wall with all his strength, but fortunately, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in the spiritual platform, and the impulse was suppressed. This place is mysterious and dangerous, so it's better to be cautious and act when the opportunity arises.

After another hour, Zhang Qi collapsed a little, it was a vast and boundless labyrinth. No matter how you go, the final result is that you hit a wall. In the meantime, there were monks who were driven crazy, flying high in the air regardless of everything, only to be sucked into the dark sky, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Going round and round, many monks met again. I was a lot less vigilant before, and I began to tell each other what happened, not to say that I don't know, and I was sad and tearful when I said it. "What kind of chance creation? I haven't seen a single spirit crystal!" "There are dead passages everywhere! This is clearly a dead land, a trap. -- "What should I do if I can't fly but I can't fly?" -- "I'm afraid of a bird, work together to break these broken walls and rush up!"

Between the roaring and shouting, some small teams were formed. Rush into a few passages at random, ready to blast the broken wall open. From time to time, spiritual light rose through the labyrinth, roaring and roaring echoed, and the ground began to shake. One force to descend ten thousand laws, although Zhang Qi felt good, but he still calmed down, this place is secret, and it must not be moved in vain until it is absolutely necessary.

Sure enough, the vigorous wall-breaking action turned into a tragedy in an instant. Screams, wails, and running sounded everywhere. The fierce beasts and ghosts that came out of nowhere drove the monks who were still strong and high-spirited before like a lost dog. These murderous creatures are also strange, only staring at the person who made the attack, and turning a blind eye to the others.

An aries, right in front of his eyes, overturned a monk. "It's just a sheep, you can destroy it when you turn around, what are you running about? Zhang Qi secretly despised it. But the next scene made his mouth dry. The monk's mana was not weak, and when he was overturned, he slashed at the sheep with an axe, but the axe slashed it, and the white sheep was intact, just as the axe was on the phantom.

How can a phantom overturn a person? This is not common sense. The white sheep, who had overturned the man, did not stop, raised his forelimbs, and began to stomp on the monk. The aura of the body protector was useless, the talisman robe was useless, and every hoof made the monk scream incessantly, and finally he was trampled all over his body and passed out. The white sheep screamed in joy and turned around and ran.

Almost the same scene, constantly appearing, one-sided bullying, makes all people really desperate. You can't get out, you can't fly, you can't get out, you can only be trapped here.

There must be an exit to the labyrinth, and there will be a way to live in the place of death. Zhang Qi did not give up, and continued to try one channel at a time. Calm down and observe and think, the laws and mysteries that should be in the meantime.

In the corner of a passageway, a monk groaned in pain and whispered a broken word, as if complaining and cursing something. Zhang Qi felt a little familiar, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help but be a little frightened. On the head of the batch head, there are several large bags on the top. The chest was a little sunken, it was estimated that a few ribs were broken, and there was a large pool of undried blood on the ground.

The monk noticed that someone was looking at him, and when he looked up, he saw Zhang Qi, and the tears could no longer be suppressed, and he burst out of his eyes. "Brother Tang Tian, you were yesterday!" Zhang Qi exclaimed. "Brother Qingmo, I--I--I have no face to live--" Tang Tian sobbed and cried. "Don't be sad, what's going on?" Zhang Qi comforted.

Zhang Qi didn't expect that this consolation made Tang Tian cry even more sadly. "I have no face to live! My dignified young master was actually kicked like this by a donkey. Tang Tian gasped and didn't finish his words, which made Zhang Qi's heart chill, could it be that what kind of humiliation did he suffer?

In this way, I don't want to live, and this kid's psychology is too weak. "I can't say it, those old guys forced me to come, it's so hateful!" Tang Tian cried, and it was endless. "This is a frame-up! This is revenge -- if I die, your heart will be fulfilled." -- "I'll die for you! Let you cut off the incense and the inheritance."

When a bag of Spirit Crystal Pill was handed to Tang Tian, he immediately stopped crying. "The eldest brother of the late Qing Dynasty is benevolent and righteous, and the younger brother will remember it for the rest of his life. -- "Heal your wounds first, and I'll protect the Dharma for you." He opened his mouth lightly. This kid is a little interesting, I estimated it before, the sheep have overturned the monk, and it is normal to be kicked by a donkey. If you do a good job, you should do a good deed, not to mention that this kid knows more about the situation here than he does.

An hour later, Tang Tian's injuries basically recovered. This kid is as his name suggests, his mouth is like a honey tang, and the words of compliment and praise come out, which is so sweet that people are tired. Zhang Qi is a poisonous tongue to protect himself, so he doesn't eat this set, and interrupts him with a frown: "Don't say these useless things, shake out everything you know, and make people annoyed by the honey-bellied sword." ”

Tang Tian was defeated in an instant, embarrassed. "Brother Qingmo, I--I'm not such a person, you listen to me, I really don't know much, say it, don't be disappointed. Zhang Qi looked at him with a smile and did not urge.

At this moment, the top of the mandala pierced the pillar of the sky, shooting out eight rays of light, and at the very bottom, eight heavenly ladders were formed. A thunderous voice echoed in all directions: "Climb up, Shi'er and wait for the return." The monks were stunned, then reacted and flocked to the ladder and climbed it with all their might.

And such a good thing, you can go out so easily, and I am excited. saw Tang Tian disdainfully said: "Come for nothing, waste the supreme opportunity, fool, coward." ”