The corridors are like a labyrinth, twisting and turning, and the flamboyant decorations repeat themselves endlessly, like a nightmare that can never be woken up. Silver Dust walked in this long and complicated corridor like a nightmare, at first he was still immersed in the joy of discovering the treasure, and he was also immersed in the satisfaction of skipping ten small realms for his cultivation by leaps and bounds, but two days passed, and there was only a more and more solemn panic in his heart.

As a mage, a mage with decent strength, Silver Dust has a little bit of talent, and he can vaguely feel his current luck, and at this time, he can be sure that his luck is almost exhausted.

The inheritance of the two earth-shattering fist techniques of Demon Crying Slash and Heaven and Earth Splitting God not only squeezed his soul origin almost completely dry, so that he would not have the possibility of breaking through the realm for a long time in the future, but also almost completely exhausted his luck, his luck, his good luck, and his immortal fortune were used up when his hands touched the two statues respectively. At this time, he can only rely completely on himself, relying on his own body and magic power, in the face of an increasingly hideous and treacherous reality.

Silver Dust felt panic and anxiety, and he began to worry that he would not be able to get out of this underground palace with no end, because the palace itself was beyond his imagination of all the monks' mountain gates. This palace is too complicated, too grandiose, and too ornate and gorgeous, it is completely a real imperial palace, a serious imperial palace, and even above the imperial palace of the Southern Empire in terms of scale and grade. The Purple Blood God Sect did not have the ability to build such a palace, they did not have the corresponding financial resources, and they did not have the courage to build this kind of building behind the back of the Southern Imperial Court, which was in its heyday at that time, it was a great rebellious capital crime, and even they couldn't even collect the wood used to build the palace, because it was a royal thing, the Purple Blood God Sect was just a monk sect, how could they obtain the forbidden things of the palace in large quantities?

The more Yinchen thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, especially, the people of the Purple Blood God Sect cultivated the Blood Demon Dao, which was a fake killing Dao, not the Necromantic Dao, and the Purple Blood God Sect was not a disciple of the Zombie Daoists, what did they do with hundreds of thousands of zombies stuffed into their own secret realm? Even if they guarded the various treasures in the secret realm, they wouldn't use this kind of zombie that even the people of the Demon Might Pavilion couldn't control, right?

What made Yinchen most incomprehensible was that a demonic sect like the Purple Blood God Sect would have a heritage like the Demon Cry Slash in their treasure location, which was as ridiculous as digging up an artifact Xuanyuan Sword from a tomb in the Qing Dynasty.

"In short, this is not a Red Blood Secret Realm, not even a secret realm. "Silver Dust synthesized all the strange things he had seen in the past week, from being directly led into the secret realm by a blood light after opening the Red Blood Demon Realm, to the complex and changeable landforms of the secret realm, to the zombie horde, to the undead ghosts like the Death Knight, which can only appear in the Western undead plane, and finally to the inheritance related to the origin of the world such as the Demon Cry and the Slash, everything is so disobedient, all these abnormal things are woven together, it is a hideous and vicious conspiracy net.

Therefore, Yin Chen felt a panic, if he was really in the Red Blood Demon Realm at this time, then what he needed to face might only be the monks of other sects below the first level of Qi Transformation, but he was not in the real Red Blood Demon Realm now, but an unknown world full of dangers, and in front of him, it was very likely that he would encounter a danger that the Jindan Stage or even the Yuan Infant Stage monks could not handle, just like the two statues that did not know that they had been dead for tens of thousands of years, but still had a Yuan Infant Great Perfection cultivation.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, so his speed became slower and slower, and he couldn't even be sure that he was moving forward, because the zigzag corridors had already messed up his sense of direction, and he could only numbly walk through one corridor after another, and since almost all of the corridors were exactly the same, Silver Dust didn't even know if he had walked through the repeated corridors.

There were no sun, moon and stars in the underground palace, and if it weren't for the luck of Silver Dust bringing a watch from Gabroyle, he wouldn't even know how much time had passed. Silver Dust swayed like a fly in this underground palace, and the sound of his own footsteps gradually faded, and even his own sense of presence became faint.

He gradually lost feeling his presence, he gradually lost feeling hunger, thirst, he couldn't even feel his breathing and heartbeat, he gradually entered a state of emptiness and numbness, as if he had gradually changed from a large living person to a disembodied ghost.

He was like a ghost at this time, wandering in the underground hall like a tomb.

He floated, he walked forward, numbly and mechanically in the direction in front of him, silently and slowly, until in the hallway, there was a sound of footsteps.

At first, the footsteps were faint, but slowly they grew louder, and finally they became a thunderous sound to the silver dust. A light suddenly lit up in Yinchen's dry eyes, and his dehydrated pupils were instantly filled with snow, his originally weak heartbeat suddenly became strong and powerful, and his steps changed from a silent and slow pace to a silent fast run, and even a purple light for acceleration appeared on his body.

Suddenly, Silver Dust flashed through countless ornate corridors that seemed to be a series of nested loops, and the source of footsteps was seen in a very strange wide corridor with kerosene lamps burning on the left and right walls.

That's a Rising Sun Master, no, that's the Rising Sun Master.

When the two met, the first three seconds were complete silence. Yinchen looked up and down at the old man wearing a very strange golden-red robe, he couldn't see the sect logo on the old man's body, or even if he saw him, he wouldn't know what kind of origin this old man was, what camp he was, he only looked at the rigid wrinkles on the old man's face, and tried to guess the old man's identity.

The Venerable Ascending Sun was also looking at Silver Dust, the moon-white robe of the Hanshan Temple on Yinchen's body with his silver hair and silver eyes, it looked so harmonious and beautiful, and the whole person exuded a noble aura of pure silver, but the eyes of the Venerable Ascending Sun suddenly burst with infinite killing intent, and he remembered that the boy with silver hair and silver eyes was only produced in the Demon Pavilion, and there was no other sect. And the Demon Pavilion, or everyone in the Demon Pavilion, was a person who was bound to kill in his opinion, and the Venerable Rising Sun would not even care about the other party's cultivation.

"Evil beast, die!" the Venerable Master of the Rising Sun roared, and he suddenly picked up his fan-sized palms, urging the wind with all his might, and swooped towards the silver dust.