Skillfully took out the stomach pouch of the other monster, sealed the mouth with a gelatinous substance, wrapped a layer of bone powder on the outside, and directly put it into the space mirror.

Sorting out the equipment on his body, Angre stood up and carried the two green jade swords behind his back.

Reaching out and touching the space mirror, it can still hold more than one person's height in it.

"Even the space mirror is almost full," he said, glancing one last at the wall of the white wooden door, then turned and floated on, straight for the front of the tunnel.

"Where the hell did these two monsters come from?" he said, keeping an eye on his surroundings at all times.

There was a dead silence in the tunnel, and he flew to look at the time record of the chip, which was still an extremely tiny unit of measurement, and it was obvious that he was still in a state of shrinkage, and there was no change in the slightest.

Flying straight, waiting until the chip prompts that it is time to eat, then slowly falling down to eat, Anglie has no other way to keep time, it is completely to watch the time passed by the chip's record.

Dozens of days have passed.

There was no day or night in the tunnels, and Anglie kept flying at full speed without encountering any of the creatures that attacked him. I've seen a few white doorframes poured into bone meal.

Obviously, there was a white door on the wall, and only then did the door frame fall apart.

At first, Angliel would scrutinize the wall around the door frame to try to find the entry point, but after many times to no avail, the effort was no longer in vain.

And the bones on the ground are gradually becoming more and more powerful, from the beginning of the level, gradually rising

A year later

Sou!

In the pitch-black gut-shaped tunnel, a little yellow fire stretched straight into a yellow line, moving rapidly in the tunnel.

Soon, the yellow light slowly slowed down and landed gently on the tunnel floor, revealing Angle's white-and-gray figure.

The leather armor on his body, the skin. The hair is all dyed with a layer of gray and white, and the whole person can hardly see the original color of clothing.

Settle firmly on the ground. Stepping on the ground between the bones. He crouched down and tapped his fingers against a spider-shaped white bone on the ground.

Da-da-da

The sound of the bones knocking on the wood came from the bones.

"It's so hard, the white bones here have almost reached the third-level level, and the weathering for so many years, and now the remaining bones can still have the third-level strength" He looked forward, in the tunnel. Wherever the firelight lit up, as far as the eye could see, there were dense white bones.

There was a rancid smell in the air.

Anglie began to notice. On both walls of the tunnel, there are countless small scratches.

He reached out and stroked it, and the scratch was shallow, as if he had unconsciously scratched it.

Part of the scratches on the left side of it, like a large text symbol, seem to have some unknown meaning.

This symbol resembles an inverted 5 the size of a human head, with a vertical eye drawn inside the hook.

Anglie wipes off the white ash from the surface of the symbol. Make it clearer.

"I feel the active will and mind beating here," he said, his eyes glowing red, his eyes closed, his fingers slowly pressed against the symbol.

An inexplicable spiritual message slowly flowed from within the symbol to Anglie.

'Angola Misubu I conquered the land because it was vast. I have conquered the sky, for it is the boundlessness of the world, and all things are my son, and I advance. Because I didn't learn to retreat'

A low, vast voice slowly came out of the symbol. The voice seems to be able to penetrate the brain and reach the depths of the heart, making people unconsciously believe these words, and never really kneeling on the ground.

Angliel snorted coldly, and countless black smoke slowly appeared around him, white ghost faces tumbled in the black smoke, and countless praises and praises slowly sounded in the air.

"Just a handwriting just wants to shock my spiritual will?

He jerked out his hand, and a huge scorpion phantom appeared behind him.

Countless high-pitched singing voices converged into one sentence.

"I am the King of Fear"

Angle's hand was wrapped in the phantom of the scorpion pincers, and slowly but firmly pressed against the stone wall symbol.

Airplanes!!!

The black scorpion pincer phantom glowed red, and the invisible force on the surface of the symbol was neutralized.

Anglie's face changed slightly.

"I still have such a strong spiritual will after so many years!

Boom!

The symbols on the walls exploded, revealing countless cracks in cobwebs. That inexplicable force field also disappeared in an instant.

The shadow on Angle's hand slowly dimmed, and his palm pressed lightly against the surface of the symbol.

Although he won, his face was still a little ugly.

"It is worthy of being a passage to the higher world, from the analysis of the remnants of the wall, the handwriting of this symbol must have been left for more than two thousand years! After a thousand years, it was only barely tied against my will, and it was indeed stronger than me!" for the first time, he truly felt the danger of the higher world.

Looking at the tunnel of ten thousand bones in front of me, it was still boundless darkness, as if there was no end at all.

"It's right here that I met a pinnacle existence similar to me, and that's back"

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his ups and downs.

"The bones on the ground are getting stronger, and it's clear that I'm getting closer to the end of the tunnel. I really don't know what the legendary Lost Realm is."

Glancing at the handwriting symbols on the wall, Anglie randomly found a few armor weapons among the bones and relics on the ground, absorbed the elemental energy inside, rested for a while, and continued to fly forward.

The darkness ahead has not changed at all.

The white stone walls on both sides retreated at high speed, and the bones on the ground could only be seen as gray and white.

Soon, Anglie suddenly stopped his body and levitated above a tall corpse in the tunnel.

He opened his lips, and suddenly felt his throat so dry that he couldn't speak.

The huge bones on the ground below, three meters in size, were gray and white, and there were bone spurs on the top of the head and on both shoulders.

The giant sat on the ground with his back against the stone wall, as if he was just tired and resting for a while.

Angle's face shifted, staring at the bones of the giant below. It took a long time before he slowly exhaled.

"This guy is the one who started to leave handwriting symbols" He clearly sensed the same aura that remained on the giant's body. "How did he die like this? How could there be no trace of a fierce fight. Just die here?!"

For the first time, Anglie felt that this tunnel of ten thousand bones had an inexplicable sense of coldness and mystery. This giant is a level or even more powerful existence than his second true body. Now it has fallen here silently.

The sense of self-confidence that Anglie had always had in his heart gradually dissipated and turned into a thick crisis.

"How the hell did he die. Just check the bones."

With a flash of blue light in his eyes, he landed and stood beside the giant's bones. Two beams of blue light radiated from his eyes, scanning the giant's entire body from head to toe.

'The surface of the body is normal. There was no bone damage, no residual mental will, and the cause of death was unknown, and the probability of death from natural aging was 72%. ’

The results of the chip analysis made Anglie frown.

"If we exist, any one of them will have to live for 100,000 years, and they will die of natural aging?"

Suddenly, Angel sensed something was wrong behind him and slowly turned around.

behind the wall. I don't know when a gray and white wooden door appeared.

The wooden door was shut, and the metal brass doorknob was covered with green patina.

Just as Anglie was staring at the doorknob, the brass doorknob turned slowly, as if someone was writhing behind the door to open it.

Bang bang

The doorknob twisted several times, and the wooden door could not be opened at all. Suddenly I was a little anxious, and the speed and strength of the writhing gradually increased.

The crisp sound was unusually harsh in the tunnel.

Angliel stood in front of the door with a calm face, watching the door twist and turn.

About two minutes later.

The doorknob finally stopped, and it seemed that the person on the other side gave up. The sound stopped abruptly, and the entire passage fell silent again.

Suddenly, Angre reached out and grabbed the doorknob and twisted it vigorously.

Click!

The door opened.

A bright and soft golden red sunlight shone on Angele's body, face, and long gray hair.

Angle's eyes narrowed, and he stood in the doorway and looked in.

Inside the door was a golden red sky, and the wisps of red clouds below were like ladders, arranged in clear columns.

Anglie took a few steps, approached, and looked to either side of the door.

The white gate seemed to be suspended in the sky, there was nothing around, it was still a golden-red sky, and there was no edge to be seen from the top to the bottom, left and right.

The gray-white wooden door stood alone in the clouds, and there was nothing else but a single wooden door.

Angliel also wanted to poke his head in the doorframe thoroughly.

Bang.

The head hit an invisible barrier.

He was stunned for a moment, and reached out to touch it.

At the entrance, an invisible barrier blocked the way in. Like invisible glass.

Gently knocked on the barrier, it was hard. It has a smooth and cool touch.

Angree pressed harder, his fingers glowing red, and he slammed on the barrier again.

Click!

The barrier showed no signs of breaking.

"What does that mean, you can't go in when you open the door?"

With a deep groan, Anglie turned back to the giant's skeleton, crouched down, and pulled a small black notebook-like rectangular book from the waist of the skeleton.

This is what I found when I scanned it.

Anglie slowly flipped through the small book, and it was full of strange symbols similar to the ones on the wall just now.

On the black paper, there are rows and rows of white characters.

One by one, Anglie stroked them with his fingers.

Suddenly, wisps of spiritual information came out of the characters.

Or should I say the Lost Realm of the Ten Thousand Bones Tunnel, it turns out that the Ten Thousand Bones Tunnel is the Lost Realm, and the Lost Realm is the Tunnel itself. I'm in the depths of the space-time corridor, a vast labyrinth of time and space, but nothing can stop me. (To be continued.) )