Not daring to get too close to the two skeletons, he walked around and walked to the wooden door, holding the mayfly's nest in one hand and the brass doorknob in the other.

hesitated.

"If you look at the comparison of the last room, the danger in the room here should be lower than the level of skeletons. Yes"

Click!

Suddenly, the doorknob turned open, and it wasn't Anglie who turned it at all, but someone inside seemed to be twisting the doorknob violently.

A strong suction pulled Angele in.

The red carpet is exactly the same, and there are countless oil paintings hanging on the same walls and ceiling. In the oil paintings, there are different regional landscapes.

Dark green mountains, transparent rivers, deep yellow deserts, dark nights

Most conspicuously, in the middle of the room, on a dilapidated high-backed chair, sat an old woman with a rotten and blackened body.

She sat in a chair, dressed in a plain white dress, with a moon-white wildflower straw hat on her head, and her head bowed to cover her face. On both knees lay a bouquet of small blue and white flowers, which looked very fresh, as if they had just been plucked.

Anglie stared warily at the old woman's decomposing corpse and walked slowly into the room.

"It's been a long time since life has come here," the old woman's corpse suddenly raised its head slowly, revealing a black, rotting face. Her eye sockets were gone, just two black hollows, and the left side of her face was gone, revealing the black muscle fibers underneath.

Seeing Angele's nervous posture as if she was facing a great enemy, she pulled her skin slightly and made an expression as if she were smiling. "Welcome, guests from afar. ”

"Welcome?" Angliel calmly glanced around the room, and he could tell that it was a chaotic language with strange syllables, "Finally met a being who could communicate. I should have been happy, but why couldn't I be happy at all?Ma'am, I sense a strong threat from you. ”

"You're right, about five hundred heartbeats. I'm going to lose all my sanity and kill you. The old woman smiled and replied, "But now while I'm still awake, you can still communicate with me normally for a while." ”

"Can I ask a few questions?"

"Absolutely. ”

Angre groaned. "Ten Thousand Bones Tunnel. What the hell is this place, and how can I get out of here and into the realm of the lost, or into the higher world?" he didn't ask the other person's identity, but picked out the main points.

"Ten Thousand Bones Tunnel? is that what you call this place? The old woman paused, as if recalling something. "This place has always been called the intestine of the world, belonging to the labyrinth of time and space. It is the place where countless worlds are rooted. And this intestine of the world happens to be an abandoned space-time labyrinth of a higher world. ”

She turned her face sideways to look at the oil paintings around her.

"See these paintings? These paintings are actually windows to other worlds. If you can understand the bowels of the world and get out. Then you can freely come and go in and out of those worlds. ”

"And how can I get out?" asked Anglie in a deep voice.

"You can never get out, of course, you can go into these worlds. Only you can't get out of here and enter the chaotic world. The old woman laughed softly, her voice as crisp and gentle as a silver bell. "Didn't you notice that the further you went, the more you encountered stronger beings and bones?"

"What do you mean?" Angre suddenly felt as if he had grasped the key.

"The labyrinth of time and space can't understand here, and you'll always have to walk back in time. You can never go back to the beginning. Who knew this was a tunnel that would never end," the old woman looked back at Angle's face, "You know what? This is already your limit, and if you go further, there will be more and more powerful beings in the ancient world, and they will become stronger and stronger. Until everything comes to that primordial state at one point, everything about you will merge into the beginning of the world and become chaos. ”

Bang bang bang!!

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of footsteps outside the door.

An invisible, massive force came in from outside the door.

Angle's whole body was affected by this force, and he began to tremble slowly. That's pure ancestral bloodline natural suppression!

"This is the breath," he suddenly remembered the bones of the giant, the mighty man who would never retreat on the ground when he was dying.

The breath of the two is almost identical, but the intensity is too much different

"Just a megalomaniac who wants to conquer here. Didn't you just see his bones a few days ago?" the old woman suddenly laughed strangely, "Young man, you are completely lost"

Angel could feel his heart beating harder, and he wasn't confused by the other man's words, just lightly pressed the white-gold ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

"It seems that I did overestimate myself after you just said five hundred heartbeats"

Before the words fell, the old woman in the seat suddenly trembled. The white flowers on the knees quickly shortened and shrunk, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a few brownish-yellow seeds, then smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Under the old woman's seat, a white ring began to slowly spread. The ring slowly pushed in all directions, and before it had crossed a distance, the red carpet on the ground disappeared completely. On the gray ground, small blue and white flowers slowly grow.

In an instant, half of the room turned into a sea of flowers.

Angel was shocked to realize that the five hundred heartbeats had arrived, and he looked at the white ring with a solemn face, and a red light popped out of his fingers, shooting into the circle.

The red light instantly disappeared into the air.

His face changed, and he held up the nest of mayflies in his hand and threw it forward.

The nest ball floated in the air and began to spin wildly, and countless flying insects sprayed out of the hole, like a cloud of black mist, constantly surging towards the old woman in the middle of the ring. Completely unaffected by the white ring.

Each of the black flying insects lit up with red compound eyes, and frantically pounced on the middle seat.

In an instant, countless red lines seemed to light up in the room, all focused on the old woman in the center.

Airplanes!

All the red threads stopped in mid-air for a moment, and then they broke off and fell, disappearing into the flowers.

Angel let out a low roar, and his whole body quickly swelled up, and a large amount of black mist poured out of his facial features to drown himself. The black mist dissipated, revealing a hard black-red carapace.

He completely turned into a second real body, a black-red scorpion. The body is bloated and huge, and the lower body has more than ten legs densely packed like centipedes.

But the size is not exactly that huge, just over two meters tall.

At the moment when he successfully transformed, the mayfly's nest shook suddenly. Quickly released a huge amount of red worm mist, covering the old woman in the center.

Roar!!

Angliel stretched out his right claw, and the eighth-level power rushed out of his body crazily. Wrapped around the claws, it turned into countless black mist and rolled towards the old woman.

The black mist was filled with screams and wails, and a white face loomed.

Rumble!!

The scorpion pincers slammed into the person on the seat, and then shattered like a phantom.

"Hmm!"

Angliel snorted, and his entire right arm completely dissolved into nothingness from his elbow.

The white rings on the ground also slowed down slowly.

"Damn! I can't resist the aura that naturally emanates!!It's not a level at all!!Get out! Get out of here now!" He endured the pain and leaned back against the wall, his remaining left hand backhanding at the doorknob and twisting vigorously.

Syllable!

The doorknob was actually screwed down by him. The door didn't move.

Anglie glanced at the center of the room, and the old woman was trembling more and more violently, and black bubbles began to bubble up all over her body, and then they continued to explode and grow again.

The white aura under his feet is also getting closer and closer.

The eighth-level furious black smoke was completely unable to resist its spread. The mayfly nest in the air also slowly began to emit white smoke, apparently on the verge of damage.

hiss

One of Angle's feet had already touched the white ring, and it instantly turned into nothingness and disappeared, and the black blood gushing out of the wound was constantly swallowed by the invisible nothingness.

As close to the wall as he could, Angel felt his heart pounding violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The danger was so close that his mind was clearer than ever.

All of his mental power was focused on the Ring of Fennir between his fingers.

A small purple-black diamond-shaped crystal floated above the ring, just a phantom. At the same time, a layer of diamond-shaped crystal protective film slowly appeared around Angliel's body.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. "This ring can resist ten full-strength attacks at the eighth level, absolutely impossible"

The thought had just flashed, and the purple-black diamond-shaped protective film had already touched the white ring on the ground.

A sizzling sound began to come from the intersection of the two, and the white ring stopped spreading, blocked in place.

On Angle's Finnir Ring, the phantom of the amethyst faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It is worthy of an ancestor-level existence" Anglie felt a slight pinprick pain all over his body, and a large amount of black smoke continued to pour out of his facial features, pouring into the ring on his hand. Strangely, a smile appeared on his face at this time.

One last glance at the old woman in the center of the room, he jerked around and ran.

Throwing the Finnier Ring with his backhand, Angel jumped lightly and threw himself at an oil painting on the wall.

Bang!!!

The rings and mayfly nests exploded, and countless black flames mixed with screams exploded through the room.

The moment Anglie threw himself into the painting, he looked back and saw that the old woman in the chair was slowly standing up. The whole head flew out violently, and the neck pulled out of the elder, and pounced on it like a snake.

In an instant, countless black flames and black smoke caught up from behind, completely drowning everything.

Angel heard a crisp click behind him, like the sound of glass shattering. Then there was a sharp pain all over his body, as if the skin of his whole body had been brushed off layer by layer by a steel brush.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't see anything. Faintly, he heard a piercing scream coming from behind him. Screaming like a bison.

Then he seemed to have been hit hard by a train in the back, and his entire back was numb and unconscious.

Angliel blistered his spirits, barely melted his body into a cross sword, used up the last of his energy, and then knew nothing. (To be continued.) )