The Nether picked up Treya and turned and fled into the dark shadows that surrounded the altar. The sets that extend in all directions make them disappear in an instant.

The huge tentacles that squirmed densely above their heads began to gradually retract, and the blood-red web of predation dispersed.

"He's still fast. She sighed softly as she looked in the direction in which the Netherworld had disappeared.

"Otherwise, why do you think he has been a second-degree king for so many years. Frost replied.

"But it doesn't seem to matter, right?" Ma Ye turned his head and looked at the frost, an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Frost replied with a smile, and then his eyes that seemed to be pierced with roses glowed a burning red.

They turned and walked towards the long sheath. Their steps are brisk and agile, and their figures look like ghosts in the dark.

When they came to the topmost platform, the last few blessed tentacles were retracting into the exit of the labyrinth.

Night and Frost stood quietly, waiting in front of the dark hole.

The first thing that appeared in the darkness was a pair of eyes that were darker than the darkness.

Then, a beautiful face with blood stains, a seductive smile.

The Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring slowly walked out from the entrance of the cave.

The night and the frost smiled softly.

Her dark eyes were gradually turning into blood-weeping roses.

At this moment, it is much like the scene on the windowsill of the Lianquan room in the palace of Youhua County.

However, whether it was the original moment or this time, it would not exist in the memory of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring. At this moment, she is asleep in a long and unsolvable dream, and she doesn't know when she will wake up.

"Kill them. ”

The voices of the teenagers in unison sounded like they had a unique flavor during the voice change period, innocent and evil.

The Labyrinth of the Ruins of the Western Aslan Empire Utur

In the dark clouds overhead, there was a thunderous roar like a monster, and snow-white lightning lit up the entire ruthless and vast labyrinth.

Treya's face was whitened by the light of lightning, and then instantly turned into darkness, leaving only a vague outline.

She and the Netherworld were running with all their might, however, her soul sense was now useless in the maze of constantly changing routes. She could only run instinctively like a wounded beast without a goal—how clumsy and stupid it seemed to her former self, or rather, the pitiful place of all the prey that had been so gifted by her talent that there was nowhere to escape.

"What do you mean it's a trap?" asked the ghost.

"The Silver Priest wants to completely replace Yaslan's royal system, and the target of this hunt is not only the Silver Dust Lotus Spring, but also us" Treya's breathing was rapid and violent, and the little soul power she had left was supporting her talent, trying to find a way to escape, "This is the tomb prepared for all of us-"

Treya's voice stopped abruptly.

She and Nether stopped, anger and murderous intent in their eyes, but also some imperceptible fear.

In front of them was the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, her watery eyes sparkling, her gaze crossing the bare chest of the Netherworld, and the corners of her mouth had a provocative and ambiguous smile.

"We can't escape," Treya whispered.

"Without a blessing to be with her, perhaps, you can take advantage of this time to kill her. Nether's voice was mixed with sharp murderous intent.

"I mean, we've been caught in sight and we can't escape" Therea turned her head to look at Nether, her face pale and weak, like a patient who had lost too much blood, breathing disordered. In her brain monkey, flashed the picture of herself and Frost's scarlet pupils looking at each other on the sky platform, at that time Frost's smile, Treya once thought that it was their smile in order to find the hiding place of Silver Dust and others, but now she realized that it was Frost's triumphant smile that seemed to finally get Treya's sight⊥ as if tying a silk thread to his prey, and then putting it back into the forest, the prey was infinitely happy to think that it was free, however, as long as the hunter wanted, he could tighten the silk thread in his hand that could not be broken for infinite length。

Click, click, click.

The black ice crystals grew frantically and densely, instantly blocking and sealing the labyrinth corridor.

"Treya, now—" Before Netherworld's words could be finished, several chains suddenly pierced through the wall, and the thick wall of black ice crystals exploded and shattered, and the chains that shimmered with cold light shrank back behind Lianquan like living creatures. She smiled and walked slowly towards Nether and Treya.

Netherworld's slender fingers slid over his Adam's apple, blood staining his fingers red. Then, a fierce soul power surged out from his palm, and he threw the golden light that he couldn't wait to bloom in his hand towards the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

The huge and heavy necromantic mirror fell from the sky and smashed in front of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

Netherworld and Treya sucked in, waiting, blocking the lotus spring behind them, and they couldn't see her expression, her movements. They just waited quietly, the expressions on their faces becoming more and more confused.

However, there is also the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

She looked at the empty necromantic mirror, completely unable to understand why no shadow of herself appeared. She seemed to feel fooled, so she reached out her finger and scratched it heavily on the smooth and flat mirror.

The sharp, extremely uncomfortable sound spreads out from the junction of Lianquan's fingernails and the mirror, echoing in the empty labyrinth, and the sound is cyclically amplified in the space that folds back and forth, making people suffer.

On the necromantic mirror that had been slashed and stabbed by so many swords without leaving any traces, at this moment, several deep nail marks had clearly appeared.

"This is impossible," Netherworld's blood-stained fingers couldn't help but tremble, "I can obviously project the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring"

"That was before. "Treya's eyes rolled with white mist, however, her perception has always been blocked by a layer of black asphalt-like gelatin, unable to penetrate into Lianquan's body, and there is no way to sense how huge her soul power has been at the moment, but from the fact that the necromantic mirror can no longer project her, it is certain that her soul power has surpassed the Netherworld, and of course, it has surpassed herself," Her body was now covered in the same black blood as in her body, I don't know what it was, it was probably the blood of the Silver Priest. This blood greatly increased her soul power, or rather, completely changed the way she controlled her soul power. ”

The Nether reached out and flipped its palm, and the Necromantic Mirror slammed into him and Treya like a giant shield. Treya stood aside silently, trying to leave the Netherworld as clean as possible so that he could project herself—or did she not want the necromantic mirror to project herself?

The two Nether clones took shape from the mirror image, and they struggled to get out of the liquid mirror, however, two chains suddenly broke out of the mirror, and the chains wrapped around the projections of the two Netherworlds, pulling them back to the mirror, and the veins on the faces of the two Netherworlds burst out, as if the drowned people were being pulled into the water little by little. When the doppelganger was completely pulled back to the mirror, only two sharp chains with cold light were left on the mirror, and in the distance, the ghost mountain lotus spring vibrated his arms lightly, and the chain suddenly emitted a burst of twisted ripples, and the moment the wave was transmitted to the mirror, there was a bang, and the mirror was shattered by a huge force.

Before the Netherworld could react, the white silk was already roaring out, blocking his vision.

The skirt of the goddess swelled and swelled in the passages of the labyrinth, blocking them from the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

"Her soul power is far above ours, and you are no match for her. Nether, you go back to that altar now and kill the night. Kill him, the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring will not be controlled, leave it to me first, I can't defeat her, but I should be able to delay her for a while"

"I" Nether hesitated, "This labyrinth is changing structure all the time, I don't know how to get back to that altar, and besides, can you hold it?"

Treya gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes, and a thin line of clear glittering white light came out of the steel on her back, and the white line went straight through wall after wall and disappeared into the distance.

"This is," Nether's countenance suddenly retracted.

"This is an extension of my talent, and following this trail will lead you to the night. Treya turned her head away from facing the Nether, "Go ahead, or we'll both die here." ”

Western Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, Blood Altar

"What is this?" Frost seemed to look at the white silk thread that suddenly appeared silently behind the night, and his expression became vigilant.

Frost gestured to his back, gesturing to him. Ma Ye turned his head, and under the reminder of frost, he also found the thin white thread that shimmered.

Frost stretched out his hand, and his palm passed through the silk thread without any touch. He raised his head, his gaze switched to Treya's gaze, and in his sight, more and more dense white silk was rising from the ground, blocking the passage of the entire labyrinth, however, behind the silk, there was a cold light of countless more and more violent chains, and more and more chains, like murderous white snakes, were tearing at the white silk that was gradually broken

The frost seemed to switch away from the Nether's sight, and the white silk thread pierced through the labyrinth, and the Netherworld was running fast with the white line

"It's a marking thread that stays on you. Frost smiled, his fangs slightly bared, like a shrewd cultivator, "The Netherworld is coming to you along this line." ”

"That's not right, it saves us effort. Ma Ye turned her head slightly, stretched out her hand, and stroked the white line behind her, "But then again, Treya's ability is stronger than we thought, right?"

"I never said she was weak. Frost replied with a smile.

"It's because it's strong, that's why it's cleared, right?" said Maya frowned.

"That's right. ”

"Then if we were stronger than the two of them, would we also be cleared?" asked him earnestly, looking at his frosty red eyes.

"Not yet. Frost replied calmly, "But I think sooner or later." ”

"Then why do we carry out such an act, if sooner or later this killing will befall us. Maya asked.

"For this kind of killing, it will not come to us right now. Frost looked back at the night, "The Netherworld is coming soon, are you ready?

"It's about ten percent, just now when you told me that the Netherworld was about to come, I accelerated the attack on Lianquan's side, so as to consume a lot of soul power in my body, and therefore, Lianquan's combat power at the moment can be said to be non-singing, Treya should be miserable. The corners of his mouth are hooked, like a naughty boy who has succeeded in mischievous.

"It's only ten percent left," Frost looked at him with a very happy face, "that's great." ”

"What about you? How much do you have left? Are you sure?" asked Maya.

"I'm not as sure as you are, you, you're always too confident in yourself, and you're adventurous, and I like to fight with certainty. The frost seemed to come into the ears of the night, and whispered, "I don't even have one percent of my soul power left." ”

"Are you sure the last person will show up?" asked Maya.

"Sure. Frost licked his tongue, his scarlet eyes went out, and it seemed that his soul power had been exhausted, "Because, the person who wants to kill the Netherworld the most is not us, it's him." ”

The white thread pierced the wall straight ahead, and the Netherworld quickly turned left, and the thread reappeared, this time the white thread stretched straight forward, without any obstacles.

The entrance to the Altar of Blood has been reached.

The Netherworld quickened its pace, the spasms of the silk threads disappearing into the depths of darkness. He ran, sensing the changes in the soul power around him at any time, however, there was no fluctuation of soul power. Maybe Nightnight and Frost seem to have gone into hiding, ready to ambush themselves.

Thinking of this, the Netherworld couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth without makeup - you don't know that you have been marked, the word hiding, under the mark of Treya, how weak and pale it is, hehe.

Hey?

Is that?

The spasm of white silk threads connected to a corpse.

What do you mean?

Is the night dead?

"Nether" frost-like weak voice, came from under the cover, Nether's gaze looked over, he was covered in blood, and was crawling towards him, "Nether, run, we're all wrong, let's go"

Netherworld looked into his eyes, the eyes that had been burning as if burning red coals no longer had any light, and he immediately sensed the soul power in his body as if it was frosty, and it was empty.

Who could kill the night in such a short period of time and hit the frost like a heavy blow?

Netherworld ran over and lifted up the frost, trying not to look him in the eye: "Who is it?

More blood flowed from the corners of his frosty mouth, and the voice in his mouth was clouded by blood: "Yes, yes"

Netherworld couldn't hear clearly, leaned down, and looked at the frost: "Who do you say?

The frost-like expression of weakness and pain suddenly disappeared, his eyes suddenly bloomed red, and a sweet smile appeared on his face, and at the same moment, Netherworld found that the soul power in his body suddenly decreased by half.

Frost looked at the back of the Netherworld, smiling and looking at the night who was standing quietly behind the Netherworld, and the two quickly exchanged glances.

Nether didn't notice that Yu Ye was already standing behind him, but he soon found that the soul power in his body had once again decreased a lot. In horror, he grabbed the frost and smashed the statue under the Korean Blood Altar.

The frost flipped lightly in the air, fluttering out diagonally, like a bat, and hung steadily on top of the statue. He flashed red eyes, looked at the Nether, then turned his gaze to the night, bared his sharp teeth, and smiled, "I'll tell you, I'm sure." ”

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