Haoran stood in place dumbfounded, without saying a word.

A dim light shone through the cracks in the woods.

In front of you is a lush forest, the dark green grass swaying in the wind to guide the direction of the wind, and the fragrance of the earth pours into the nostrils, as if you are in a primeval forest.

"Here? …… What is it? Although there was still some disbelief in his heart, the surrounding environment told Hao Ran that he had finally left the underground mausoleum.

Hearing Haoran's question, Komak swept away the dirt stuck to his body and looked around at his surroundings with a thoughtful expression on his face.

It took a moment for it to dawn on Komak.

"This should be the outskirts of the Sorrow Plain, and only the land that has not been infested by demons can have such healthy trees."

Komac turned his head to look at Hao Ran, it didn't matter, even as a Templar, his stiff face showed a vague smile, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, which was quite funny.

"Ahem......"

Hao Ran saw that Kou Ma Ke's eyes were strange, so he looked down at himself, only to find that the originally handsome magic robe had become tattered at this time, and the rags were still sticking to the soil, and from time to time black liquid dripping from the rags, he looked like a beggar gang of nine bag elders.

Hao Ran coughed a few times unnaturally, and glanced at Komako.

"Oh? …… How come that treasure thief goblin is gone, and we can thank it for escaping from the skeleton army! ”

Although there was a suspicion of diverting the topic, Haoran really didn't find the goblin, as if the goblin was deliberately going to rescue them, and then left silently.

Haoran's words attracted Komako's attention, and he hurriedly looked around, and indeed found no trace of the treasure thief goblin. Moreover, when he was crawling in the burrow, he didn't hear any movement in front of him for a long time, thinking that the weak body of the goblin should be much faster than they could crawl in the narrow burrow.

"Forget it, since the little guy is gone, we don't have to go to the bottom of it...... He doesn't seem to like humans very much. ”

Hao Ran said indifferently as he took off his tattered magic robe and replaced it with an ordinary linen robe.

Speaking of which, this magic robe was the first gift from the opposite sex that Haoran received, but he didn't expect to be made like this by him in a few days. But if it weren't for this magic robe, he wouldn't know how many sins he would have suffered under the attack of the skeleton army.

After putting away the tattered magic robe, Hao Ran thought that although the defensive ability of the robe was very ordinary, it was much stronger than ordinary clothing, but he didn't know if it could be repaired if it was broken like this.

"Komako, let's go back to Trisham for now, I want to see Decakane! …… Hopefully he knows how to get into the fourth floor of the underground mausoleum......"

For Sun Wenzhen and Ye Feng, Haoran only had apologies and regrets in his heart, although he really wanted to rescue the two and send them back to reality.

But such an aimless search in the mausoleum is never the way, he knew this, he first asked Dika Kane, after entering the mausoleum, it would not be like now that he could not even enter the fourth floor.

…………

Entrance to the fourth floor of the underground mausoleum of Tristium Cathedral.

The ornate sealed door was tightly sealed, and the throne was made of many cracked human bones on top of the spiral staircase, and a clear spring below was spit out from the mouths of dozens of exquisite stone statues, turning into gurgling water flowing between the bluestone ravines.

Several purple-robed True God Cultists carved intricate magical carvings on the ground with human blood, and their mouths were full of words, wisps of gloomy aura slammed into the Sealed Gate.

Suddenly, there was a sudden commotion among the True God cultists on the periphery, who kept shouting and defending against the attacks of the intruders.

"Your Apostle...... Oh no, Lord Apostle......" The True God Cultist in an earth-gray robe rushed in in a panic, and kept shouting, "Someone rushed in, it's a magician...... Ancient mage, we are no match for him at all......"

"Elder mage, how is that possible? …… Now there is only a group of mystical mages who study ancient magic, and they have always only nested in magic towers, and it is impossible for ancient mages to be in such a place! The high-ranking apostle, dressed in purple robes, roared angrily, if he hadn't known that his men couldn't deceive him, he would have gone berserk.

But even so, he still couldn't believe his men's words, because the ancient mages were long gone.

At this moment, as if to confirm his words.

A pale blue ice arrow flew through the air and stabbed through the waistcoat before the low-ranking cultist could react.

"Poof!"

Blood spurted out, turning into a little ice crystal in the air and falling to the ground, the ice arrow had already pierced the True God Cultist, and it could be clearly seen on the chest that the sharp tip of the ice arrow was still dripping blood, and even the broken internal organs inside the body could be seen.

After being sprayed with blood, the high-ranking apostle of the True God Sect woke up and looked out of the hall with a frightened face.

I saw that in the corridor outside the hall, ice arrows were flying, fireballs were all over the sky, and lightning was everywhere, and the low-level True God Cultists had no room to fight back.

In the eyes of the High Apostle, the Ancient Mage was dressed in a strange costume, with short silver hair, and bloodshot red eyes, exuding monstrous killing intent.

With each wave of his hand, a True God Cultist fell to the ground screaming, and his magic was unleashed at an astonishing speed and with great power.

The killing continued, the low-level cultists guarding outside the hall couldn't stop the silver-haired man's footsteps at all, and the more powerful sorcerers were still struggling to break the sealing door, and he was the only one left in the hall who still had combat effectiveness.

The fear of dying gripped the High Apostle's mind, and he swore he had never seen such a terrifying human before, if it weren't for the obvious human appearance. With this kind of killing intent, this kind of look, he must have thought that he was facing a demon king from the Burning Hell.

"Whoever killed Zhenzhen, don't even want to get out of here alive...... I will kill all the people of the True God Cult, starting with you! ”

The hatred is monstrous, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

The words with boundless resentment echoed in the main hall, and the silver-haired, blood-eyed man in front of him was actually Ye Feng who had strayed into the dark world, but he didn't want Zhenzhen to die unexpectedly, but he created a figure like a demon king at this time.

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