The night is getting deeper.

Far away in the western jungle, a beautiful figure sat on a thick tree trunk sticking out horizontally, with a straight inky black ponytail hanging down to her waist, and under her cold face was a tight-fitting black leather coat, outlining a graceful figure that was not too plump, but concave and convex.

She held a strangely shaped dark green sniper rifle in her arms, giving it a cold viper-like feel, and stared coldly at the eight centaur warriors below.

Every minute later, the woman calmly raised her sniper rifle and aimed for a moment, and a centaur warrior fell to the ground with the faint sound of a short gunshot.

It seems to be easy, but just by the fact that after the woman fired, the shaking tree trunk and the rustling green leaves that fell to the ground under her vaguely revealed the strength of the recoil of this shot, which was very amazing.

The woman in the tree only trembled slightly, and her upper body stood straight under the great force, still maintaining a steady frequency of one shot a minute, which shows that this seemingly delicate and beautiful woman has no less muscular strength than a trained special forces soldier.

The woman in the tree was beautiful but full of murderous intent, but the centaur warrior under the tree trembled with fear at the threat of death.

However, the strange thing is that even from the looks of the centaur warriors, they have been frightened by the woman in front of them, but they seem to have forgotten the most instinctive ability in life - to escape, and relentlessly gather under the tree, cursing, and then, waiting for the gunfire that symbolizes death.

The only way they could see it as a means of saving themselves was for a few centaur warriors with giant axes in the middle, frantically cutting down the trees beneath the woman.

Unfortunately, even though the centaur warrior was the most efficient lumberjack, every time a tree crumbles, the woman only needs a light leap to climb high on top of another old tree, and the gunfire rang out as promised.

Among the centaurs, the only existence that still poses some threat to her - centaur archers, has long been in the process of pursuit, and she has been premeditated to shoot them one by one, ambushing the corpse all the way!

Nearly twenty minutes later, the regular gunfire stopped, and the forest once again returned to its former tranquility, and Huangfu Qingqing, who ranked first on the rankings, added more than 30 points of merit during this time, once again opening up the gap with the second place.

In the kobold cave buried deep underground to the east, a strong figure like a bear roared and teared the last kobold soothsayer next to him in half, and the surrounding area, like a flesh hell, was full of the broken corpses of the kobold clan.

Haosen gasped heavily, watching the points change on the leaderboard, and cursed: "Damn, how did Huangfu Qingqing do it?!" It has skyrocketed by more than 30 meritorious deeds! Sun Tianba and Bai Fenggu in the back chased even tighter, no! ……”

At this time, the White Maple Valley also encountered new changes in the rotten land.

In the deep night, White Maple Valley gradually descended into this legendary cursed land, and when it came to view, it was no longer a simple tomb made of broken tombstones and low mounds of earth, but a series of eerie dungeons with only portals half-hidden on the ground and the main body hidden underground.

Considering that the space in the dungeon was limited, which was not conducive to the actions of the huge dragon clan, the White Maple Valley, who was unwilling to make extraneous branches, made a little exploration in the first dungeon, so he resolutely returned the same way, bypassing the dungeon and continuing to move towards the depths.

However, when White Maple Valley took the black mayflies such as Harpy and walked with the familiar oppressive landscape for about half an hour, he stopped in front of the door of an underground palace with a gloomy face.

White Maple Valley looked at a spiderweb-like crack on the entrance wall, his eyes showed a trace of unwillingness, and it clearly appeared in his mind that after they left the first dungeon, the bored Harpy struck a blow and knocked the entrance wall into a spiderweb-like crack.

That scene is vivid, and the rift caused by Harpy is exactly the same as the one in front of him!

"Perceptual chaos, is it an anomaly in the magnetic field, or is it a spell similar to a ghost hitting a wall? Damn, if it weren't for the restriction of my mental power, how could I be trapped here! It seems that he can only comply with the will of the other party and enter the dungeon to break through......"

"Boom~~!"

With the same venting flick of his tail, Bai Fenggu actually knocked out half of the wall in front of the underground palace passage nearly half a meter deep, a deep pit the same size as the opening area of the water tank, and the edge was full of sneering, stone powder fluttering, and small gravel splashing everywhere.

Suppressing his unwilling and helpless mood, Bai Fenggu took a few deep breaths, and after snorting coldly, he took the black mayflies such as Harpy, who were also in a manic frenzy, and entered the underground palace that he had explored a little just now.

As soon as you enter the underground palace, you will find a large and neat deep passage made of tightly knit gray-black boulders.

It is said that it is vast, but in fact, for the body of the black dragon the size of a calf in White Maple Valley, it is only barely able to stretch its wings, and if it wants to be like the outside, it is not even necessary to rely on the advantage of flying to advance and retreat freely.

In this tunnel environment, White Maple Valley and a group of black mayflies naturally lost air supremacy, and their clumsy and huge bodies were not conducive to flexible movements, and their strength could be said to be limited by half, which was why White Maple Valley gave up going to the kobold cave in the first place.

Compared to the underground palace passage here, the kobold cave is even narrower and cramped, and if you don't go there rashly, maybe the top predator of the Land of Trials, the Black Young Dragon, will capsize in the gutter and be planted in the hands of this group of skinny and obscene cave creatures.

Without further ado, Bai Fenggu, who flew into the passage of the dungeon, felt the silence around him and the rhythmic flapping of his wings, but his eyes, which were blinded by irritability and anxiety, regained a trace of clarity, and his brows furrowed, secretly frightened.

"That's not right! How could my mood fluctuate so dramatically?! ”

You must know that Bai Fenggu's experience since birth can be described as a legendary twist and turn, his own emotions have been honed for a long time, coupled with extremely strong spiritual power, he is naturally good at controlling emotions, not to say that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and does not change color, it can also be said to be unfazed, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watching the clouds roll in the sky.

However, Bai Fenggu still felt with fear that he was obviously irritable and chaotic just now, as if he was trapped by illusion because of the predicament of trying to cross the dungeon, and the negative emotions caused by it actually blinded his eyes for a period of time, making himself vent senselessly.

Fortunately, Bai Fenggu's strong and strong spiritual strength helped him react in a short period of time, and he once again maintained his warmth and clarity for decades.

Thinking silently, while paying careful attention to the unexpected situation in the dungeon, Bai Fenggu divided part of his energy to think about his mood fluctuations.

"Is it because of the bloody instinct of the Black Dragon Riot, or is it due to the influence of spiritual spells in the Rotten Land?"

Faintly felt the throbbing from the depths of the blood, as if there was a black young dragon exactly like himself roaring and roaring in the depths of his soul, invisibly, a frenzied and irritable mood affected his senses.

"It seems that it is the sequelae of taking away this body, and it is really not possible to get the blood of the black dragon for nothing. Perhaps, in the future, we will have to find a ......"

Bai Fenggu, who kept this matter in mind, didn't think much about it, after all, this kind of instinct from the body's bloodline was not something he could easily solve at present, all he could do was to rely on his powerful spiritual power, passively suppress the bloodline instinct, and ensure that he acted according to his own values, not the black young dragon.

A quarter of an hour later.

The eyes of Bai Fenggu, who had walked out of the passage of the underground palace, suddenly opened up, and a truly wide and tall hall appeared in front of them.

Although in the hall, except for the entrance that White Maple Valley had just passed, the other three sides were tightly closed by huge stones, indicating that after a long period of tranquility, changes were about to appear, but this vast underground palace with a length of more than 100 meters and a height of more than 100 meters was enough for White Maple Valley to perform.

With the Black Young Dragon and the Seven Black Ephemera that can be fully unleashed, White Maple Valley is confident that it is enough to deal with most of the crises in the Land of Trials.

"Boom~~~!!"

Surprised, Bai Fenggu looked back, after the last black mayfly entered the hall, a stone door fell in the passage behind him, and the stone slab with vicissitudes and grinding marks on the surface directly closed the only exposed exit of this hall, and everyone was already in prison.

White Maple Valley motioned to the black mayflies behind him to get out of the way, gathering his strength slightly, and the dexterous dragon tail roared into the middle of the stone slab with a sound of breaking through the air.

"Boom~!"

There was a loud bang.

It's a pity that Bai Fenggu, who once again set his eyes on the machine stone gate, looked regretful, although he had long expected that the trap would not be broken so easily, but he also didn't expect that with his strange power of hitting the wall in the passage to a depth of half a meter and the size of a water tank, he couldn't help this machine stone gate, and even, after a blow, the only effect was a layer of sparse stone powder sprinkled down.

Abandoning looking for a breakthrough from the way he came, White Maple Valley turned to this hall, the only outsider except for his own group.

A corpse in bright silver armor.

Or rather, a corpse of a reincarnated person!

The reincarnated man leaning against the wall opposite White Maple Valley was wearing a bright silver full-body armor similar to the armor of a medieval Western knight, and his helmet, which was originally shiny and shiny, was now tainted with black-brown blood.

In the middle of the breastplate, there were dented scars, as if some kind of beast was frantically hitting the chestplate, although it was not enough to break the solid iron armor, but it shook the reincarnated person in the armor to the point that his internal organs were broken, and he vomited blood and died.

In such a bloody and violent scene, White Maple Valley was still calm, and just flew silently to the dead reincarnated person.

There, a broken sword remained in the corner.

The broadsword, which was about a palm wide, had broken in two at this time, and the simple cross-shaped hilt was just under the reincarnated man's dangling right hand, as if he was unable to hold his weapon because of death, and the side of the broken blade was precisely spliced together with the wall behind him, as if this wall had fallen like a stone slab just now, and the broad knight's heavy sword was rudely broken.