Even if it is a dark canopy, it can't change the cycle of day and night, because that is the supreme law, not a small dark canopy that can influence.

The night passed, the day fell, although there was still no sunlight shining in because of the dark clouds in the sky, but as the night faded out of sight, a little light still quietly appeared.

The guys who were frantically fighting with demons and skeleton warriors or mutated creatures of different races felt something, and they immediately turned around and left quickly.

It is as if Ming Jin retreated when he collected his troops on the ancient battlefield, like a surging tide, unusually spectacular, leaving only the corpses that were torn to pieces and even white bones all over the ground, telling endless desolation in the lonely morning breeze.

"It's time for us to go." Tang Fan opened his eyes, after half a night of meditation, not only the magic power, but also the spiritual power was all recovered, the first half of the night was to make the arrows of the hard thorns, and made fifty of them, of which twenty were handed over to Lan Ruolin, and the other hard thorns were stored in the storage space.

Everyone eats something casually to cushion their stomachs, neither because of hunger nor because of oversatiety. The wounds on his body, after a night, have healed a lot, and there is no hindrance, and after becoming a demon warrior, his physique is obviously different.

At this time, they were all worried, what kind of situation was it outside?

When I opened the door, I saw four skeletons that seemed to have been salvaged from a pool of blood, and Lan Ruolin and the others changed their faces and almost vomited.

In the eye, it is shocking, it is a corpse, a broken corpse, more terrifying than the scene of the broken corpse of the perverted murderer, which makes people look at it, their eyelids jump, and they sweat wildly.

Tang Fan and Wang Meng, even though it was not the first time they had seen this kind of scene, they were still uncomfortable.

There were broken corpses everywhere, either smashed or bitten, the scene was incomparably bloody and terrifying, the broken bones mixed with the internal organs were stained with countless dark red viscous blood, like a layer of mud, all over the fifteenth floor.

There are corpses of demons and corpses of mutated creatures, and most of the corpses have lost their original shape, making it difficult to distinguish.

Tang Fan endured the smell of blood that kept burrowing into his nostrils, like substance, and began to absorb the power of his soul, but he found that those corpses whose heads were broken or gnawed so that only a pile of bones remained, and the souls had already dissipated.

Only those demons or mutated creatures with intact brains can still preserve their souls.

There were countless corpses all over the ground, but in the end, they only gave Tang Fan less than thirty first-level demon soul powers, which made Tang Fan sigh a pity, otherwise, if he could absorb all the soul power of these demons or mutated creatures, I am afraid that there would be no less than a hundred or even more.

This kind of distress is like a poor man who gets a large bundle of banknotes and is told that it is a counterfeit when he is in ecstasy.

Passing over countless broken corpses and extremely sticky blood, the four skeleton warriors opened the way, and Tang Fan and the others strode towards the stairs again.

The silence, except for the sound of their respective footsteps, only the sound of the skeleton warrior's bones rubbing as he walked, because of the relationship between the viscous blood, became a little weird and made people can't help but get goosebumps.

Walking all the way to the upper floors, the stairs were full of dark red viscous blood and broken corpses, but no demons appeared, attacking Tang Fan and them, perhaps, those demons tore apart with the mutated creatures at night.

While walking, he absorbed the soul power, but unfortunately there were too many corpses with broken heads, which caused Tang Fan to absorb the soul power, which was really limited, and it was at least more than three hundred level 1 demon souls from level 5, and it was a big project.

I kept going up until the twenty-seventh floor, and I didn't see a single demon.

But when he stepped on the stairs to the twenty-eighth floor, Tang Fan suddenly stopped. The strength of his mental power makes his five senses more acute, and he is often able to perceive some danger beyond others.

At this time, Tang Fan smelled a trace of danger, it seemed that there was some danger, waiting for them on the twenty-eighth floor or higher, for no reason, a haze appeared in Tang Fan's heart, it seemed that there would be death.

Death, who will die?

Tang Fan's gaze swept over Wang Meng and the others, but it made them feel cold for no reason.

"At this level, there should be demons, maybe it's not weak, everyone be careful." Tang Fan retracted his gaze, looked ahead, and said lightly but solemnly, this tone made Wang Qiang's hearts suddenly burst out for no reason, and they became extremely vigilant one by one.

The four skeleton warriors took the lead in walking up to the twenty-eighth floor, and immediately, Tang Fan and the others saw more than a dozen fireballs mixed with dozens of hard thorns, flying in, and the air seemed to be ignited, making a scorching snorting sound, and a ** scorching wave of hot air surged.

Dozens of hard thorns, like swordfish, dense and chilling.

If it weren't for the skeleton warriors who took the lead in attracting the demons to attack, and it was Tang Fan and them, in the face of such a dense attack, there would definitely be no life or death.

More than a dozen fireballs bombarded the skeleton warriors in unison, and were split up by the skeleton warriors, and the rest all bombarded the bones of the skeleton warriors, banging continuously, the skeleton warriors continued to retreat under the impact of the explosion, and the viscous plasma on their bodies was also blown up countless times, even if it was a hard bone, there was a little damage.

As for the dozens of hard thorns, although dense, they are nothing to the skeleton warrior's bones that are comparable to the hardness of a level 3 skeleton, and they are not damaged in the slightest.

It just shot at the bones, and the clanging bells splashed away.

Some of the hard stabs even rebounded to Tang Fan and them, but they had no strength and no lethality, but they also scared them into a cold sweat.

Originally, in the layers below, although there were many demons, and they were also a little injured, but it was not too difficult to kill, and they all felt that this trip should not be too difficult, and it was inevitable that they would have a little relaxed mentality.

Looking at it now, I was scared into a cold sweat, if I continued to maintain this mentality, even if it was just a little bit of luck, it was enough to let myself step into the road of death.

The skeleton warriors immediately launched a counterattack, one by one spread their legs, and ran quickly to counterattack the Sinking Wizard and the hard-haired rat.

The four skeleton warriors attracted most of the demons' firepower, Tang Fan took the crossbow from Lan Ruolin's hand, took a few steps up, leaned against the wall at the corner of the stairs, aimed, and shot.

(Today is a dizzy day, the code word is extremely painful, ask for a ticket to collect some comfort)