Although it was already the second half of the night, the casino on the first floor was still brightly lit, and the shouts of gamblers inside were one after another. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info and several rooms on the second floor are also lit.

Black smoke entered the villa along the crack in the door, then gradually became extremely pale in color, and after a few moments at the top of the villa, it drifted towards the basement.

After descending the dark staircase and through a large storage room, Mark came to a large sturdy iron door.

After walking around the big iron gate for a long time, Mark was embarrassed to find that there was no gap in the big iron gate, and there was no keyhole on the door.

Then he noticed that there was something unusual about the carving on the door, as if there was some mysterious pattern in it. Mark, who has a formation jade, has an unusually sensitive match. Coupled with his current attainments as a first-level formation master, he soon discovered the strangeness of these patterns.

"Huh?" After a moment, a finger suddenly stretched out in the fog and tapped at one of the patterns, and then quickly and completely disorganized, but with an indescribable sense of rhythm, he clicked dozens of times on the pattern on the door.

It wasn't long before the door shook slightly, and then silently moved to the side, revealing a deep opening into the ground, and a deep, damp, icy staircase appeared in front of Mark.

Mark turned back into his body, leaned down to breathe in the turbid air that was escaping from below, then pulled out a white fluorescent ball and threw it down. I only heard the sound of "flutter plop" and it took a long time to reach the bottom. He looked at the crystal ball in his hand, his face was a little unpleasant, it was actually more than a hundred meters deep.

Mark looked silently at the staircase beneath his feet, which was deep and dim, with stone walls on either side of it that were devoid of any ornamentation, except for the spiral staircase that led to the ground. With the fluorescent stone in his hand, Mark could only see the scene seven or eight meters away.

Standing in front of the big iron gate, Mark hesitated.

He has always been more vigilant against this kind of unknown place.

It is not possible to judge the strength of the dark wizard based on the aura exposed by the assassin who attacked Moon Shadow last time, but judging from the speed of his escape, this should only be a first-level wizard, who may be better at speed, or has a secret method of speed. Even if you can kill Boomer in a few moves, it doesn't mean much.

Mark had read Boomer's profile, and five years after being promoted to official wizard, he accepted the mission of the Holy Tower, and sat in this position for another eight years. The strength is about 32% of gasification. Mark can even be sure that this fellow Boomer has not even fully studied the witchcraft model, so his strength can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Mark looked certain and made a decision in his heart. After the crystal ball in his hand sent out several signals in succession, he opened the wizard hood and walked down.

After he entered the big iron gate, which closed silently and automatically, Mark hung the fluorescent stone on his chest, held a magic wand in his hand, and walked down vigilantly.

It took Mark a dozen minutes to reach the end of the spiral staircase, and when he looked up, a slender corridor stretched out into the endless darkness. There was a deathly silence around him, as if he was in a vacuum, giving people an irrepressible sense of fear.

The hallway was filled with a rancid smell, dim and damp. All that remained in the corridor was the unhurried footsteps of Mark's "pop, click, click". The brightness of the fluorescent stone was no longer sufficient, and he gently raised the magic wand in his hand, and the gem at the top of the magic wand emitted a bright light, illuminating the direction of progress.

The corridor was long, and it kept going down, and it wasn't long before three forks appeared in front of Mark.

"Huh?" Mark frowned slightly, and glanced at the three forks in the road, "Hmph! It's actually illusion, don't you know that what I'm not afraid of is illusion?"

Mark did not hesitate to step on the left passage, of course, if another person could not see that he had stepped on other forks, countless traps and dangers awaited him ahead.

After passing through one fork in the road after another, which could be said to be a test of life and death for others, Mark finally stopped in front of a closed bronze door. This should be the final level.

Mark looked closely at the strange text on the iron door, which seemed to be the script of the ancient elves, and this kind of writing is very few people who have studied it nowadays, but Mark has dabbled in a large number of ancient texts in addition to studying witchcraft models. Perhaps a fault from his past life, Mark has a unique love for history. For Mark, those histories are more like grand myths.

These words—put together seem to mean them—the great god of darkness, Dogulas.

A few harsh syllables had just finished speaking from Mark's mouth when several bulges on the bronze door suddenly caved in, and the door slowly opened with a loud "pop". A strong fear, an evil aura rushed over his face.

Somewhere inside the bronze gate, a vague black shadow sat on a throne. There is an image in the air in front of the dark shadow, and the protagonist of the image is Mark outside the door.

"Damn! It's just that the big iron gate outside didn't stop him, and he can pass through such a complicated phantom array casually?! Even if a second-level wizard comes in, he is sure that the phantom array that has been trapped for a month has been easily broken by this kid! Damn! Damn!

The black shadow's fist slammed into the throne, and his angry voice gradually became cold with the wheezing: "If you bring a stronger purple guard, I will be afraid of three points, just with you who has been promoted to an official wizard for less than ten years, I can only say, Mark, you are so confident!"

"But it's good to be confident!hey, hey, hey, that purple-clothed guard dared to blackmail me last time, but his soul is so delicious, and I've improved it a lot, and now you're sending it to the door yourself, hehe-hey-I'm just going to be disrespectful." ”

As he spoke, he heard only a soft sound of "huh-", and the black shadow on the throne was gone. At this moment, Mark's footsteps had just stepped into the bronze door.

"Well, there seems to be a feeling of being spied on, and I'm afraid there's something strange in this. Mark quickly raised his guard and walked slowly inside.

Inside the bronze door is a hall, a thick white mist shrouds the whole field, here it seems to have a strong suppression effect on the spiritual power, can only sweep out more than ten meters, but this is also for Mark, if it is other official wizards, I am afraid that it can sweep out three or five meters, it is not bad. And these white fogs don't seem to be hallucinations, Mark's eyes can't penetrate the white fog, resulting in his visual visibility is only two or three meters. (To be continued.) )