Behemoth Dungeons are places that resemble underground caverns.

Several cave passages are crisscrossed, cold black rock walls, dripping stalagmites, and uneven rocky floors.

There is a ghost monster named "Storm Ghost" entrenched here, and it seems that the level is currently at Lv3-Lv15, and the further down you go, the higher the level of the Storm Ghost.

They usually hide behind rock walls and awaken when they feel the breath of living creatures.

However, they could not escape the detection of Tang Ze's perceptual spirit, and at the same time, they were also afraid of Tang Ze's powerful aura and were reluctant to attack.

“Lv16。”

Tang Ze's eyes flickered, and he looked at a rock wall somewhere.

The Spirit of Perception feeds back to him, and a Lv16 Storm Ghost appears, and it is the Blue Boss.

He had the heart to test the strength of these storm ghosts.

"Dark green armor."

The black giant hand erupted with green light and blasted straight into the rock wall, grabbing it out with the screams of the wraith.

The Lv16 Storm Ghost tried to escape using the Spirit's unique traversal ability, but was still trapped by the dark green pattern and bumped into it.

At the same time, the surrounding Storm Spirits scattered and fled, quickly leaving the detection range of the Sentient Spirits.

"Can be scared, and will run away... This kind of ghost..."

Tang Ze groaned for a while, and the Storm Ghost's behavior was very strange.

Due to the nature of the soul constitution, it is generally difficult for ghosts to perceive physical changes, such as vibrations and sounds.

On the other hand, they are sensitive to energy fluctuations, but just now Tang Ze specially restrained his strength and blocked the voice of the Lv16 storm ghost that was currently occupying.

Even so, they escaped.

"There's some kind of connection between the storm ghosts."

Tang Ze came to this conclusion.

There is a connection between the ghosts, which is very rare, and coupled with their storm ghost names, Tang Ze vaguely senses something.

But it's not clear yet.

Marking the Lv16 Storm Ghost at hand with greed, and obtaining most of the data, Tang Ze crushed it.

Ash gas upwells.

There isn't a lot of experience, and it seems that these storm ghosts in the Behemoth Dungeon are malnourished ghosts.

He hadn't taken a few steps before a whisper rang out.

At the same time, the spirit of perception returns back to the familiar breath.

Purple smoke filled, and a lilac phantom appeared in front of him, and the phantom in front of him was clearer than the phantom of Henous he had encountered before.

Formed purple armor, evil helmet with sharp horns, burning purple eyes, slender figure, and a long sword.

Looking at that long sword, Tang Ze remembered the Eastern European long sword in his previous life.

Maybe this sword specializes in stabbing?

"I thought you'd be surprised."

The tip of the long sword pointed steadily at Tang Ze, and the lilac phantom emitted strange fluctuations.

"It's not unusual that the phantoms outside can be resurrected."

Tang Ze paused, "But I'm still surprised, Henous, even the lowest-level monsters know how to value life. ”

"This is the Behemoth Dungeon."

Henous snorted coldly, it didn't explain much why it was here, and the phantom became clearer, and it continued, "You will soon understand that in this place, any beast will be imprisoned. ”

To Henous, Tang Ze was a ferocious beast.

And here, it is precisely the monster dungeon.

Swish!

The figure of Henous vanished.

Hidden in the dark.

Purple light appeared behind Tang Ze, the hilt of the sword was slightly raised, and the tip of the sword tore through the darkness in an instant, stabbing towards the back of Tang Ze's head.

Bite!

The tip of the sword was swept away by the pitch-black hand, and then a dark shadow grabbed Henous by the throat and lifted him up easily.

Suspended in mid-air, struggling in vain.

"That's it?"

Tang Ze asked calmly, his dark green eyes not making the slightest wave.

Boom.

The other hand holding the blade of the sword emitted a dark green magic pattern, eroding the blade of the longsword, and then easily crushing the blade.

“...”

Henous didn't say anything, his purple eyes staring at Tang Ze, a look of unwillingness and anger.

Click.

The dark green pattern climbed the purple armor, and then the armor burst into cracks, gushing green flames, quickly burning Henous in mid-air to ashes.

All the experience points poured into Tang Ze's body, savoring the crushing battle just now, Tang Ze was a little speechless.

Is it a brain disease?

He couldn't figure this out, so he gave up and walked deeper into the Behemoth Dungeon.

Through the two-story cave passage, Tang Ze came to an empty square, which was pitch black, and seemed to connect all the previous caves.

There are a lot of storm ghosts here, roaming the top, corners, and everywhere.

The dark blue figure swayed everywhere.

The square is exactly a few tens of meters below him, and if you look around, it looks a bit like a beehive, except that the hollowed-out part of it is in the middle, and the bottom end of this part is the square.

Zizi, zizi.

The sound of something rubbing against the ground, Tang Ze looked up towards the center of the square.

Huge, mountain-like black shadows, bound by several pitch-black chains, firmly fixed in the very center.

The horns, the body of the tree, and the whole body are covered with pitch-black roots and bark, looking strange and old.

It seems to be sleeping.

Countless storm ghosts roam around the behemoth, sucking the breath of evil from it.

"These chains seem to have been formed by a high concentration of evil breath."

Tang Ze flapped his wings and swept into the air, his eyes lit up as if he had discovered something new, and he landed next to the pitch-black beast at great speed.

He picked up a part of the chain.

The initial form of the dark green armor condensation, its hardness, and ability to use it were at a very low level, similar to the chains in front of them.

"Looks like the dark green armor isn't my patent."

Tang Ze stared at the chains, and the Spirit of Perception detected fine blue magic patterns from them.

His dark green armor is formed by condensing the breath of evil through the characteristic green magic pattern.

The chains condensed by the blue magic patterns at his moment were far inferior to his current dark green armor, but they already had a rudimentary form.

"It seems that it is the existence of this giant beast that has sealed this technology and mastered this technique."

Tang Ze looked at the chains more closely, trying to find out what key information was there.

At the same time, two red rays shot out from the darkness above, and the pitch-black giant beast opened its eyes and looked at Tang Ze below.

Living creatures, lots of evil breath.

It didn't think much about it, some time ago it tried to extract the evil breath from the Black Umbrella Canyon, but it failed for some reason, so there was a great demand for the evil breath during this time.

The terrifying giant hand suddenly burst out, boom, boom, blah, blah, hundreds of pitch-black chains erupted with blue light, illuminating the entire square in an instant.

The storm ghost next to him screamed, touched by the blue light, and instantly turned to ashes.

The blue light scorched the body of the tree, and the green smoke rose, and the body of the tree erupted with countless red lines, and the terrifying power surged in it, and the red light in the eyes of the giant beast was even worse.

The smoke condensed into a storm and swirled around it.

The burning brings out its ferocity.

Behemoth Storm.

Lv30's terrifying dark gold monster used to be a nightmarish terrifying existence.

Its terrifying giant hand slammed into the green shadow below, bursting into a deep crater.

The whole square trembled.

"Storm..."

The beast's eyes suddenly widened and whispered about the storm.

A dark green flame ignited to its left, quickly turning into a raging ball of fire.

"It seems that the real body of the demon is not needed."

Tang Ze calmly looked at the giant beast, levitating in midair, "You are a little weaker than I thought. ”

"Demon Wand."

As he spoke, a demonic phantom of the same height as the beast rose up behind him, his terrifying red eyes glowing, and his footsteps crackled with stones, followed by a thunderous roar.

The hideous giant stick directly swept through several blue light chains, and the pitch black thunder was everywhere, and cracks spread.