Two days later, in the evening.

Zhao Qian put the long sword in his hand into the sheath, and looked at the purple and frozen beast corpse on the ground with a flat face.

There is no head-cutting.

Turn around, pick up your sword and walk away.

The distant afterglow shone among the leaves, shining through the gaps in the leaves on the swordsman's jet-black hair, and he looked up at the direction of the sun. But it's not about the empty sun in this place, but at a huge city with a Western flavor.

A few steps further on, the light was blocked.

It was shady, and a cold wind was blowing in the woods on both sides, and it was about to get dark.

"Let's go."

The two of them said to the blonde girl waiting on a weedy field path over there, and Jasmine nodded in response.

"How?"

Lily Jester asked, she was no better than the rough-haired girl, the daughter of the true master of the desert settlement, her mind was always more delicate than that of other women. In addition, he felt that he was a fellow sufferer from the same place as Zhao Qian, so he asked him so bluntly.

She could see that this guy was getting stronger and stronger along the way. Some monsters that even she felt terrified had died under the man's weapons.

But looking at his expression, it looked like he was still dissatisfied.

"It's not close."

Zhao Qian said, but his bright eyes were more doubts about his state of strength. Even if the newly selected materialistic sword qi did raise his strength to a higher level, he was much more handy in dealing with the evil beasts that were becoming more and more powerful now. But I still feel like something is missing.

Something crucial that can affect your own energy.

An understanding of the properties of cold.

There was a moment of silence as the blonde had no idea what was in the other's mouth and head.

But the only thing that can be said for sure is that Zhao Qian's sword like a legendary knight has become more powerful.

I seem to have found someone amazing.

The woman thought to herself, glancing at the pensive man beside her and following in his footsteps.

It's already close to its destination, and the stone carving is about the same time, and it's due tonight.

After walking for about an hour, Zhao Qian and the others came to the end of this wild path, under the walls of this bright city.

Zhao Qian silently looked at the pale city in front of him under the firelight, stretched out his hand, and took out the head of the monitor lizard from the carcass of the train ticket, which seemed to the other two people to be carried on his back in a leather bag.

Walked over to a window that looked like it was open in the middle of the wall, and stuffed the three heads he was carrying and the three heads that Lily was carrying that were the best compared to the basic information.

The windows were engraved with characters in various languages, and Zhao Qian looked at it, with the help of the translation of the ticket, all of which meant to put the loot in it and determine your qualifications.

"Buzz!"

After a long time, a door opened in the unmarked stone wall next to the window.

Zhao Qian looked at it, this door was almost enough for a strong man more than two meters tall to enter, and the person who made the door obviously also took into account the needs of some fat friends, and specially widened it on both sides.

Inside the door was a long, dark corridor with no end in sight.

But he was in no hurry to enter, because on the smooth stone carving in front of the door, a string of engraved letters appeared like a high-tech stage effect.

"One slot, two retinues."

Without speaking, the swordsman just calmly raised his head and swept away, without any feeling of being snooped on or anything else.

Coincidental?

Shaking his head, he motioned for the blonde girl, who could also read the words, to walk in with the brunette girl.

"Buzz!"

The stone door to the stone wall closed after the three men entered.

"Whew!"

Soon, there was another burst of light, and the fires slowly lit up on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Nothing else.

Zhao walked forward, and the two people beside him followed.

His gaze wandered, and he surveyed the passage with layers of dust on the floor.

No one had been here for a long time, and they walked by, some of the damp shoes leaving a series of distinct footprints on the stone floor.

On the walls on both sides of the torches, in addition to the occasional sculpture of a serious Egyptian humanoid, there are more colorful patterns depicting various stories on the walls.

Walk cautiously forward.

Following the steps up the corridor, Zhao Qian stood in front of a clean stone wall.

It's over.

On the edge of the stone wall was a stone door with a clear outline, and he tried to reach out and push it.

"Buzz!"

The stone door, which looked motionless, opened.

Behind the door, they looked at a brightly lit void. (To be continued.) )