Surrounded by white mist, today's Tower of the World seems to be a little different from usual. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are different opinions about its origin.

Some people believe that the Tower of the World was created by the gods, while others say that it is a combination of the forces of the law.

Anyway, judging by the oldest historical sources, the Tower of the World already existed during the time of the gods.

Its structure is magical, there are countless starting points inside, and all those who enter it will be assigned to different positions, and only those who step into the magic array together can be together.

But when they reached the finish line, they met again.

For example, at the beginning of this Glimmer of Heaven Canyon, if there is another team, they will also meet a group of goblin lords.

It's like a mechanical copy, refreshed over and over again...

The white fog is a little thicker.

Whoosh!

The light of the magic array lit up, and a heavily armed team appeared, led by ten people, with extraordinary momentum, not to mention seven levels.

At the front of them stood an old man in a white robe, with a black mole on his brow and an anxious look in his eyes.

Tris looked around and snorted, "A group of goblin lords, force a breakthrough." ”

A certain magician in a blue robe frowned, and said unhappily, "That will consume a lot of mana, wouldn't it be better to consume it slowly?" ”

"No way!"

Tris coldly refused, he glanced at the man, and said, "Remember, as long as you complete your mission, you can obtain a seventh-order holy emblem. ”

The magician's face sank for a moment, then returned to normal, and his eyes were filled with a fiery taste.

The Holy Pattern is so important, as long as you get it, this seventh-level peak magician will be able to fight against the eighth-level.

"Tris, it's a deal!"

"Of course." The Great Stigmata Master nodded arrogantly.

Half of the group behind him were his followers, and the other half came because of the promise of the Holy Tattoo.

The Holy Tattoo is like a drug, and it makes people want to stop. As long as you've experienced that kind of magic, you'll fall into it and can't help yourself.

Strength, what a damn thing!

A terrible battle took place.

This group of people confronted the goblin lord in a hard-fought way.

The anxiety in Tris's eyes became more and more obvious, what was he worried about?

What kind of wind blew this great sage who didn't care about world affairs to the Tower of the World?

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Richard's team moved forward.

The canyon narrowed and narrowed, until at last it was only one meter wide, barely enough for two people to walk side by side.

Nature is truly magical, and this canyon is so steep that it is as if someone is holding a butcher's knife and cutting through the middle.

The wind was howling around me, like a ghost crying, and before I knew it, the temperature was much colder. Richard wrapped his robe tightly and folded his arms over his chest to keep warm.

"Damn the weather, it's not the right time." He grumbled.

I am most afraid that the air will suddenly quiet down.

A wet chill hit the back of his head down his spine, Richard trembled violently, and when he looked back, he was horrified to find that the man was gone! The whole team is gone, and he is the only one left!

What's going on?

Just now he was still chatting with the blood tiger with a smile, and the old man of the fire slapped two sycophants from time to time, and after the tea effort, why did all the figures disappear?

", don't scare me, come out quickly."

Richard panicked, he knew that his strength was meager, and he might still be able to mix in the third or fourth floor, but on the twentieth floor of the World Tower, he was an ant, and he would lose his life if he was not careful.

Call...

Call...

The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and the feeling of howling was becoming more and more obvious.

In other words, is it really a feeling or an illusion? Surely someone is crying in the wind...

"Yes, Leah, where are you, let my brother hug me."

Richard screamed, but received no response, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Chilling all over, he was terrified, and thought about turning around and walking back, maybe he could meet them.

Take a step back.

Richard was stuck in an ice cellar, his fingers were so cold that he didn't obey the call—the way back, gone!

The fog behind him was as thick as a wall, and the visual distance was only ten centimeters, and he could barely see his feet clearly, but when he turned his head to look ahead, the fog became much lighter, and the visual distance reached five meters.

Seems... It's as if there is an invisible monster that is seducing Richard forward and not allowing him to retreat!

"Grandma, I don't believe in evil anymore, I'll go back and see what happens to you." Richard scolded, and took a step back with his eyes closed.

Bang la blah.

This voice, like a few tiny stones, fell into the abyss, and there was no response for a long time.

Cold sweat rained, Richard's throat was dry, his mouth was full of bitter taste, and he looked tremblingly at his feet.

There, there was a chasm that I couldn't see how deep it was, and I stopped him by force, ten meters wide, and with Richard's strength, he couldn't jump over it at all.

One second, it was still a rough road, and now, the sea is changing.

Richard's pupils shrank, and he trembled: "Fake, right?" Illusion, it's not an illusion I eat, there's no such plot in the Shenhuo game. ”

Although he said this, he did not have the courage to move his feet.

The faint sound of the wind blew in the abyss, as if death was calling him, and Richard had a fear of heights, and his feet were weak when he looked at it.

What if、What if it's true? I don't want to fall to my death, sir.

"Okay, if you're ruthless, I'll move forward, right? Look, I'll move on. ”

Richard muttered a few words, quickly turned around and walked forward, one step at a time, and then looked back, the fog seemed to be stuck behind him, and the place where he walked turned into an abyss and a wall of fog.

If it's a nightmare, please wake me up! Richard complained.

Carefully raised the staff, first blessed himself with low-level agility, and then low-level strength, feeling abundant physical strength and more confidence.

"I, I'm a dual-line magician, in addition to three auxiliary magic, there are also three attack classes, even if it's a fourth-level demonic beast, I'm not afraid, ha, hahaha."

Richard comforted himself, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and spoke boldly.

After about five minutes, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his vision suddenly cleared, and he left the narrow area and came to an open place that resembled a valley.

The fog was much thinner, and Richard was in good spirits.

But then, he frowned, looked around, and his face was full of fear!

What a smell of blood! It's like being in the center of a tragic battlefield, and the smell is disgusting!

"Damn it!"

Richard walked forward boldly, as if he had stepped on something, and when he looked intently, his pupils shrank and he let out an exclamation.

It's a male corpse! He should have been hit violently before his death, his head was half sunken, his eyes were still connected to a few blood vessels, hanging outside, and the white tofu was squeezed out of his brain, how terrifying it was.

Richard had never killed anyone in his previous life, nor had he seen a corpse, even in the Canolan Continent, at most, he had killed a goblin, when had he ever seen such a miserable scene?