The sound of falling from the deep bottomless pit was constant, "Knock-knock-", like a giant hammer pounding on the ground, making a loud noise, and the tunnel was too hollow, and the sound spread out like ripples, sending out bursts of echoes, constantly knocking on the stone wall.

Twilight's ears pricked up, her eyes wide, trying to gauge the distance from the bottom of the cave.

At this moment, there is a creaking sound above Twilight's head, and Twilight suddenly looks up, and the only moonlight turns into a thin line, and finally disappears without a trace.

The entrance is closed!

Twilight can only escape by breaking through at this time, but there are too many unknowns hidden here.

Her body was already exhausted, and the rubble on the stone wall cut through her clothes, leaving wounds, and a lot of stone dust embedded in her flesh.

And her entanglement blade is extremely tough, but fortunately it is stuck in the gap, otherwise she would have become a patty now.

Twilight freed her hand and used the healing technique, and the white light overflowed, exploding in the small space.

The scars on her body slowly healed, and Twilight could barely see the bottomless bottom with the help of white light.

Twilight wonders what exactly this place is.

Is it the so-called dungeon?

Twilight passed Guò's previous judgment that this must be connected to the Dark Land.

So where is Juxia?

Twilight stretched out her hand and made a special gesture, a thin breeze rising from her feet, "Shhh

The barrier rising from under his feet cut through the air, "Touch-"

The spherical enchantment enveloped her, and Twilight slowly descended at her speed, and it took a while for Twilight's toes to touch the plane.

Twilight Xi cheered up twelve points at this time, listening to the six directions and watching in all directions.

When she fell, her feet were sticky, like stepping on mud.

Twilight condensed flames on her fingertips, and the flames floated like a sphere on Twilight's fingertips.

Twilight observed through the flames that the ground was covered in blood and sticky, and the black creature was clumped into a blur of flesh, and the plasma burst.

Twilight lifted her foot, and the sticky flesh stuck to the shoe, and when it was torn apart, it had a strong adsorption force, forming a strip of strings, which was extremely disgusting.

At this time, Twilight's shoes show signs of gradual corrosion, and she emits a "whoop-"

sounds.

Twilight slashed hard with her knife, and the filamentous goo worked out in unison.

The soles of her shoes have also been corroded, and Twilight is shocked, but luckily she didn't jump off at the time.

Twilight carefully moved forward, the tiny light of the fire was not bright, and Twilight looked around, a torch was placed on the bronze statue carving on the wall, which Twilight took and lit.

"Whew-"

The sound and fire suddenly brightened, and Twilight saw how winding the road ahead was.

It is an extremely long and curved tunnel, and the walls are lined with torches that have not been used for a long time.

Every three meters there are bronze figures, carved to life, glowing with gilt metallic sheen in the light and a little dust falling on them.

How long has it been since anyone has used it here?

It's completely different from the dungeon in Makuki's impression.

The tunnel was pitch black, the walls were smooth, and the ground was paved with polished stone pavement, and Twilight stepped lightly on the stone slab with her feet before stepping forward, fearing that there would be any mechanism.

She didn't dare to move forward until she was sure there was no danger.

Occasionally, the wind blows, and Twilight looks at the direction in which the flames swing, so there must be an exit here.

The corridor was too silent, like an ancient tomb that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and the air was full of cold silence, and Twilight took a deep breath, and a cool air rushed into her lungs.

The cold, damp air made Twilight very uncomfortable.

She walked step by step, on guard.

Don't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Whew—a gust of wind blew, raising Twilight's hair, and her clothes were blown to the sound of hunting.

Suddenly, "Bang-"

There was a loud bang behind him, a constant collision sound, "Gurr

The sound was as if the walls were being violently pounded all around, and the darkness was dominated by fear.

Twilight turns her head, and a large object moves rapidly towards her in the darkness.

Twilight's eyes widened, and she took a deep breath and ran wildly.

The huge boulder rolled towards her at great speed, and the boulder was the size of the passage, leaving Twilight with no chance of surviving.

There is only one word in her heart, escape!

Twilight's speed is extremely fast, leaping in a few steps, like a bird scurrying in the night, as light as a swallow.

But even so, it can't withstand the speed of gravity on the boulder behind him.

Twilight didn't dare to look back, not even take a step, the voice was getting closer and closer to her, a string tensed in her heart, Twilight still didn't understand where she had fallen, cold, dark and damp, black and pressed on her heart.

But it's too quiet and deserted, more like the calm before the storm.

She kept running, trying to find a corner, and the boulder was obviously rolling down the diagonal corridor to have such a big impact.

And after the stone slab on the ground was pressed by the boulder, there was no crack.

Twilight watched as she ran to the end, and she kept banging on the wall behind her, not moving.

Despair arose, and she turned around, her hair was wet, she was sweating profusely, and she looked around with no place to escape.

Twilight couldn't tell if the Blade would be able to split through the boulder, which kept enlarging in her pupils.

Twilight gritted her teeth and swung her sword to slash, and an amazing scene happened.

The stone vanished out of thin air!

Hallucination?

But how could the sound be a hallucination, Twilight was a little confused, what the hell was this place?

The bare walls left no clues.

Panic gnawed at her heart like an ant, restless and restless, about to swallow her.

Twilight's eyes widened, and she cut a cut on her wrist with her blade, "Shhh

Twilight gasped, her little face turned pale, and the tiny wound was extremely painful.

She had wanted to use the pain of the wound to awaken consciousness, but now, it was as if she had fallen into some hallucination, and the pain was magnified tenfold.

Twilight leaned against the wall in thought, her long eyelashes trembling, her eyes opening and closing with a tired face.

If you stay here, you won't really be killed by the mechanism, but you will be tortured to death by the hallucinations that appear in your senses.

The solution now is not to let yourself get hurt and find an exit quickly.

Silence reigns in the darkness.

Deathly silence, without a trace of waves.

Twilight calms down and touches the wall, there was wind just now, so there must be an outlet, or an exhaust hole, otherwise how could the candle flame be lit.

Twilight begins to fumble through the walls, trying to find the gaps.

She tried to hit the wall with the bladed hilt, "Knock-knock-"

She put her ear against the wall, and the hollow, deep sound came through the wall, much to Twilight's surprise and delight.

Twilight's torch falls during her escape, and she tries to rekindle it.

With the help of the glittering fire on her fingertips, she groped around the wall, and Twilight looked up to see that the only thing that remained was the figure on the wall.

The portrait of a woman with a carved face is divided into three points, her hands are raised in the air, her hands are clenched in a ring, and the torch is inserted just right.

Twilight keeps moving forward, and the subtle difference in the figure is the height of the hands raised.

In the end, Twilight chooses to go back to square one, and the subtle differences are the key to victory.

Twilight seemed to see a connection in her arm, a very thin slit, and she pulled it down with her hand.

The stone wall in front of Twilight moved to the left, "Click-"

Open it.

Twilight stepped in with a torch, her feet off the threshold as the door quickly closed behind her.

Twilight turned around, but it was too late.

She sighed, only one step at a time, without the slightest possibility of retreating.

She looked around with a torch and looked up, and a clock was painted on the towering dome, with the hour, minute, and second hands pointing to twelve o'clock.

Twilight steps into the hollow in the middle, a ring, and in the middle is a round vessel.

The greasy oil fills up, and Twilight smells a strong smell of oil before she dares to throw a torch into it and light it.

Boom - the flames burst into the sky, lighting up the room, which had a total of twelve hourglasses one meter high, like a watch on the dome, located in twelve directions, and the golden sand glowed with starlight in the light of the fire.

And in the next second, all the hourglasses flipped, and the originally empty hourglass in the lower half began to drip sand, and Twilight noticed that all the sand increased counterclockwise, and fell at the same speed.

And the place where she stood was slowly rotating.

A feeling of dizziness hits her, and Twilight tries to jump out of the round platform, which seems to be stuck in quicksand, plummeting, and the qiē above her head is spinning.

She plunged her blade into the ground, and golden sand began to fall from the walls around her.

Twilight's eyes dazzle in front of her eyes, and the pavement is filled with memories, remnants of images, like painful struggles when drowning in the deep sea, hopeless cries for help.

Twilight opened her eyes suddenly, her whole body spasming nervously, her hands clenched into fists, her nails embedded in her palms, the pain causing her brain to go blank and gray like an unstable radio signal.

It was still ten times as painful, and a familiar face appeared in front of Twilight's eyes, and he got closer and closer, the face was close to the tip of Twilight's nose, and it was rare to see him smile so brightly.

As if grasping at the last straw, Twilight spat out his name with her dry and peeled lips, "Shikazawa! ”

Lu Ze stretched out his hand, and his voice was soft, "Follow me." ”

As soon as Twilight stretched out her hand, her eyes were filled with pain and fright, and bright red blood gushed out of her abdomen, Twilight lowered her head, a dagger stuck in her abdomen, she looked up, her lips trembling and unable to speak.

Shikazawa raised his hand, his hands stained with blood, and smiled proudly and arrogantly.

Twilight looked unconvinced and roared, "You're not Shikazawa!" ”

The voice echoed in the empty room, and Lu Ze in front of him suddenly smiled, a mad smile.

Layers of splinters began to fall off his face, like cracked dirt.

The real face appeared in front of him, a metal wreck covered in half a human skin, and under the metal wreckage's face were countless tiny gears, golden and silver gears of different sizes, turning wildly, making its left side expression more natural.

The hoarse and sharp voice was as awkward as a parrot, "I didn't expect that this would not deceive you." ”

The blood in Twilight's abdomen continued to soak her clothes, dripping and dripping, and the tenfold pain made her worse than dead.

She endured the pain, but the corners of her mouth smiled.