Cinnabar has finally entered the "Land of Exile" again.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the affairs of the fruit tea shop, and after the transformation of his life and the increase in the conversion speed, he even misses this "place of exile" Cinnabar.

Do you miss the majestic skeleton warrior with a giant scythe and the blood-red skull elf with a huge bone fork?

And the strong necromantic aura and necromantic beads, I miss you very much.

Cinnabar couldn't help but be a little excited, and subconsciously held the fateful sword in his hand, and the desire in his heart was even stronger.

At the moment when his feet were steady, he opened his eyes with a little happiness.

Damn, it's not right!

This is not the familiar second floor, but a new and unfamiliar area.

Not only was all the scenery changed, but there was also a very solemn aura.

Could it be that this is the third layer of the "Exiled Land"? Because of his advanced cultivator stage, he will directly teleport here?

With this idea firmly established, Cinnabar gradually regained his mind and began to carefully examine the new environment in front of him.

He is now on a very empty hall.

The ground beneath his feet is paved with ripe brown stone slabs, of different shades of color, some of which have been covered with a layer of gray rust, but the joints of each stone slab are very tight, and it is obvious that the workmanship is very fine, and from time to time there are some abandoned stone piles with broken walls in the distance, which seem to remind the age of this place.

It is more like an empty temple with a huge space, but these areas stretch forward endlessly, and the walls on both sides are either flat and smooth, or carved with quaint patterns, and the content is mostly pictures of chariots charging into battle and soldiers killing.

On the wall polished by the earthy yellow boulder, the brass wall lamps with some antique and lofty overhangs have long lost their light, but for some reason there is still a trace of light floating in the entire wall, and the temple is quite clear.

What a mysterious and domineering place!

The three floors of this "place of exile" are clearly a temple building that has been buried for thousands of years.

Cinnabar couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the master of instrument cultivation who created the "Land of Exile" was really amazing, and he really wanted to see the peerless demeanor of the other party, but it was a pity that heaven and man were separated, and it was difficult to say whether the other party was still in the world.

Cinnabar held a sword in one hand, and released a fire-based "illumination" demon in the other, and walked forward.

After passing through a wide area, several corridors immediately appeared in the eyes.

This stone corridor extends quite long, and the two sides are separated by huge stone pillars into countless small rooms, and in the distance there are many empty doors and passages, which have a deep sense of extending in all directions.

Looking far away, apart from all kinds of empty buildings, it seems that there is nothing special to be found, let alone the breath of any necromantic creatures.

Cinnabar has now entered the initial stage of the cultivator stage, and the spiritual power in his body is abundant, and he has a strong and surging feeling of breaking out of his body from time to time. But even so, he still didn't dare to take it lightly, and he knew that the little sword was in his hand, and he slowly moved forward while constricting his breath.

In his heart, he even has the idea of "entering when he sees the door, and entering as soon as he enters the mouth", hoping to meet the necromantic creatures here as soon as possible.

But no matter how many partitioned rooms he passed through in this temple, how many passages and corridors he passed, he still found nothing, and found nothing.

Cinnabar stood still, thinking back to the journey of Shicai, and felt a big problem in his heart.

There seems to be no definite end to the road here, let alone a fixed route, and what is even more strange is that although he walks in the new section, he feels some very familiar feelings.

These journeys have already been traveled by themselves, and now they are just repeating.

Could it be that this is a labyrinth? Could it be that we have been taking the wrong road all the way?

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, and let out his divine sense to search the surrounding area.

The divine consciousness did not achieve satisfactory results, which made Cinnabar very depressed, there was no divine consciousness barrier here, but he could only peep within a hundred meters of his tentacles, and all the places where the divine consciousness landed were the same result.

Empty cloisters, small rooms divided, and infinite deep passages.

Even the patterns on the walls on both sides, the dim sconces are repeating endlessly.

Damn it!

He stood up and slashed his sword at the wall beside him, but only a white mark appeared on the wall, and there was no fluctuation in the slightest.

What can I do about this, Cinnabar couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Speaking of labyrinths, he had heard that some worldly masters were quite bad tastes, and liked to use some buildings, even plants, flowers, fences and other strange things to create labyrinths, so that people would circle around like headless flies, and over time they would be trapped alive in the labyrinth.

Thinking of this, he immediately had a much lower opinion of that instrument cultivator.

However, for this labyrinth, Cinnabar is not too worried.

He clearly knew that since the "Land of Exile" had been opened up by that instrument cultivator, its purpose was to use the aura of the depressed necromancy to help those who cultivated martial arts to improve their cultivation.

In this case, the original intention of this master must not be so boring, to make a maze and trap people to death, what is the point of this?

Cinnabar smiled bitterly and sighed, of course, he did not rule out the possibility that this master was a little neurotic, and many of the masters were also very perverted.

There are already a lot of undead in this "place of exile", and Cinnabar is not in the mood to become one of them.

So he began to immerse himself in thinking.

There are many cloisters and small rooms, and they all exist independently, so it may be a monolithic labyrinth.

If this is the case, then just walk down a single wall on one side and sooner or later you can complete this maze, it is nothing more than the length of time it takes.

It's a bit stupid, but it's a good idea.

Unless the master's idea and skill are big enough, it is unlikely that this will be a large labyrinth of super-complexity, which will be made up of countless individual labyrinths.

I don't know why, Cinnabar always felt that it was impossible for this master's thinking to be so perverted, but how could a guy who could carefully create a "place of exile" be inferred with common sense?

After careful analysis, Cinnabar finally made the decision to walk along the right wall first.

To remind himself, he would mark the wall with his little sword every few feet he walked, and once he passed the crossing, he would also carve a different mark on his right hand.

Cinnabar also prepared for the worst in her heart.

According to his thoughts, if it was a monolithic labyrinth, then sooner or later the exit would be found. But if it really ends up being endless, it undoubtedly proves that the master is indeed a madman, and he has to find another way.

What followed was a very tedious journey and a long time consuming. Cinnabar walked along the right side for an unknown amount of time, but not only did he encounter the appearance of dead ends, but even to his speechlessness, he did not find any marks that he had carved.

As time passed, Cinnabar's mood began to gradually decline, and her steps became heavier and heavier.

The scenery in front of them remained unchanged, still in the dimly lit temple, still in the cold passageway corridors, lonely sconces and the unchanging stone floors, they continued to exist as usual, as if to mock the poor fellow.

No, a strong sense of unconfidence suddenly emerged in Cinnabar's heart, is this a ghost hitting the wall?

It must be something wrong with me.

He stopped his movements a second time, sat down cross-legged again, and pondered what had gone wrong along the way, where the details had gone wrong.

His eyes looked at the walls and floors again, and he tried to use his Divine Sense to spy again, but what was even more strange was that these walls and floors were made of unknown materials, and his Divine Sense could not penetrate them.

Cinnabar eventually gave up using the Divine Sense, and the master obviously considered the factors of spiritual cultivators, and was only afraid of setting up strange enchantments on these walls and ground, so whether it was an ordinary martial cultivator or a spiritual cultivator, they would face the same dilemma here.

How do you get out? He couldn't help but feel a little broken.

The master's grotesque ideas are not something that ordinary people can understand! By the way! His heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the most stupid method.

Put yourself in the shoes of the labyrinth creator, if I am the master of this "exiled land", then what is the meaning and purpose of creating a labyrinth?

First of all, I definitely wouldn't be so bored as to trap cultivators, because there was really no logic to follow, and since I let them in, it was clearly pointless to trap them again.

Cinnabar raised her eyebrows, could it be that this was just a little joke made by that instrument cultivator master and the cultivators? Or was this itself a prank, this master was deliberately showing his strength!

His eyes brightened.

If this speculation is true, then the labyrinth is definitely not the first purpose that the cultivator has to deal with, and there are no necromantic creatures here so far.

This labyrinth is not a labyrinth in the true sense of the word, perhaps the real purpose of that master is just to test the cultivator's psychological endurance and ability to analyze calmly.

Isn't this a different kind of test?

Yes, if this speculation is correct, then there must be an exit, and there must be more than one, and on the contrary, there must be many exits.

Cinnabar was suddenly shocked by his bold idea.

In other words, there is no maze in the first place, and if you are still immersed in the idea of breaking through the maze, it is estimated that the final outcome will definitely be depressed, collapse and wait, and even stay stuck here.

A person who was trapped to death by his own despair, but didn't know that there were exits everywhere around him, maybe this was what the instrument cultivator master really wanted to mock, right?

Cinnabar was afraid for a while, if this master set this labyrinth to be unable to return to reality, he was afraid that the people trapped here would also be considerable.

So since everything is a cover-up, where are the exits that exist everywhere?

Almost immediately, he subconsciously looked at the ground beneath his feet.

......

As the little sword was inserted into the ground, the foot immediately changed.

There was a heavy dislocation sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak", and the ground under his feet suddenly opened up, dissolving in geometric shapes piece by piece, forming an unfathomable black suspended area, and almost between breaths, he had reached the place where Cinnabar was standing.

Cinnabar was unsteady on his feet and fell straight in.

At the same time, his heart was shocked, and the result was just as he had guessed.

All the ground is the maze with many exits, and the only one.

"There is a way out under your feet," this is the answer given by the master.

Is this the legendary "darkness under the lamp"? He was deeply amazed by the thinking intentions of this peerless master.

As the vision changed, the cinnabar fell heavily on the solid ground.