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The blanket on the ground was lit and a red flame was ignited. There was a strong smell of sulfur in the air.

Within tens of seconds of the lion-headed man and centaur fighting, the temperature of the room directly increased to a terrifying high temperature of thousands of degrees.

The walls were red, and the carpet on the floor was burning with red flames, but instead of carbonizing, it kept burning.

The movement of the centaur skeleton became slower and slower, and the slight black arcs began to glow around them from time to time.

As the temperature got higher and higher, it reached a terrifying five thousand degrees.

The black scorpion on Angliel's eyebrows flickered, and three blood-red flames slowly swirled in the pupils of his eyes. He stared silently at the movement of the centaur skeletons.

"The natural ability I hate the most, the bloodline talent of the Child of the Sun, the Scorching Sun Hell, I want to see how far you can hold on!"

Boom!!

A lion-headed man was smashed into the air again, his head smashed to pieces, and he fell to the ground and turned into a pool of magma.

The remaining two lionheads, as the temperature rises, their strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the strength of the remaining lionheads is all concentrated in the two heads, which is equivalent to the power concentration of 8 lionheads.

The two green jade swords slashed out countless afterimages in the hands of the two lion-headed men, and they continued to slash at the centaurs like lightning. Each collision will freeze the centaur for a second or two, and at the same time, it will also be knocked into the air, and then get up and continue to rush over.

Anglie hid in the flames, and the leather armor and underwear on his body were burned out by the terrifying 8,000-degree heat, and even he could no longer protect his leather armor. The weapon, the cross sword, has melted into molten iron and mixed in the magma, and it is no longer distinguishable from each other. However, the two green jade swords were only slightly melted and were not affected much.

He is now protecting the space mirror and his waist bag with all his might, and he doesn't care about anything else.

"This is just one of the rooms in the Ten Thousand Bones Tunnel, and I'm probably only halfway there, and the bones of this centaur are so difficult. If you go on," Angliel stared at the centaur with gloomy eyes, and hesitated for a moment.

The temperature in the room continued to rise. 891,000 degrees!!

The walls began to swell with bubbles of different sizes, the oil paintings on the walls did not change at all, and the blanket flames on the ground were extinguished. All that remained was a puddle of black ash.

The black arc of the centaur skeleton began to flicker rapidly, and the surface of his red bones began to become a little charred.

"It's finally affected!!" Angliel felt relieved.

Woo!!

The centaur roared wildly in the sky, and suddenly shook the two lion-headed men away, and two new bony arms grew out of their backs again. The body actually grew out of thin air, reaching more than four meters tall.

"Spine of the World!!" a dull voice rang out wildly, a roar in the language of Chaos.

The black hole in the chest of the centaur skeleton slowly lit up. A silver galaxy-like disk emerged, slowly spinning in the black void.

The countless planets in the galaxy are colorful and revolve around a large, dazzling golden sun.

The centaur raised his black spear, turned sharply, and stabbed the spear at Anglie in the corner.

The tip of the spear lit up with a little white-gold light, like a comet dragging its long tail towards Angle's eye of flame.

Laugh at!

The tip of the spear instantly stopped in front of the eyes of the Anglie flames, completely frozen. The distance in the middle is less than ten centimeters.

The centaur roared silently. But it can't go any further. Behind it, a lion-headed man slashed at the top of the centaur with a green jade sword.

"It's over. ”

Angre stood up from the flames, his right hand turning into white light, and with a snort, shot through the centaur's head and eyebrows. Like a white spike.

The white light contracted in the blink of an eye, returning to the shape of a palm.

Three flames swirling in Angliel's eyes. It also began to fade away slowly.

"If you hadn't gathered all your strength to defeat me, it wouldn't have led to such a weak defense, but unfortunately you're just a skeleton without intelligence, if it's an intelligent creature, it's much more difficult."

The Scorching Hell of the Children of the Sun neutralized one-third of the Centaur Skeleton's talisman force field, and just now, the centaur gathered strength and drew another one-third of the talisman power, and the result was an instant of Angle's actinization, piercing its head and ending the battle.

Crash!

The galaxy silver plate on the chest of the centaur skeleton instantly dispersed, and the entire skeleton fell apart with a bang, smashing on the black ground.

Angree's face did not move, and he threw out another dark red flame and smashed it on the pile of bones.

Boom!

The flames exploded, and the black smoke emitted turned into black grimaces, which flew away with piercing screams and wails.

The bones of the centaurs were blown apart, scattered on the floor of the room without the slightest movement.

Angele's eyes glowed with blue light, and he looked around the room for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked over to the black spear, pulled it lightly, held it in his hand and looked at it. The spear body is slender and smooth, and it is engraved with a line of silver-blue runes. The runes shimmered with a faint white glow.

Click!

The black spear shattered suddenly, turning into countless pieces like glass, scattering from Angle's hand.

Anglie examined the remaining bones of the centaur bones in turn, but found nothing.

"These bones are just the most ordinary bones, indistinguishable from the bones on the outside. ”

He stood up, his brow furrowed, and his gaze began to roam the walls of the room.

"It seems that the secret of this room lies in the paintings. ”

He casually walked up to an oil painting.

It depicts a deep blue sea, with a dark brown island in the middle of the horizon.

A few flocks of white seabirds hover over the island.

As Angle's gaze stared at the painting, he suddenly felt the sea water rippling slowly.

Wow

The sound of the sea sounded in his ears, and a strong salty sea wind penetrated Angliel's nose. He could feel a cold, damp sensation on his face.

Ji!

The seabirds on the oil painting chirp in the clear of Yue.

Anglie stood in front of the painting, watching the turbulent waters inside, the flocks of seabirds slowly circling, and the soft sunlight shining on the surface of the sea without any temperature.

"Whew" Anglie let out a long breath and looked away at the next oil painting on the left.

It was a picture of a white castle deep in the mountains. The branches of the trees on the side of the frame swayed in the wind, a black and yellow caterpillar crawled slowly, and the gray sky was full of thick clouds.

Inside the castle, people in black pale yellow clothes can be seen walking past the window.

"It's not supposed to be an oil painting. It's windows!" Anglie sighed as he looked at the other frames.

Each frame is a window into the terrain of a completely different world.

Anglie retracted his gaze and slowly stretched out his hand to the oil painting in front of him.

His hand reached into the frame of the canvas without hindrance, gently pinching the swaying dark green branches. Pluck a tender green leaf from above.

The slightly cool and smooth touch of the leaves made Anglie sigh slightly.

Gently fold the leaves, put them under your nose and smell them. A faint pungent smell of chili peppers.

The blue light in Angret's eyes flickered sharply, and it took a few seconds before he lowered the leaves.

"Is the energy concentration almost equal to 0, a world without any elements?"

He walked to the other frames and tested the worlds inside them one by one, all of them were real worlds, and these frames were like a link point between time and space, connecting the room with a large number of worlds.

These connected worlds all have one thing in common. That is, elemental energy is almost non-existent. In other words, all of them are lower worlds.

Anglie tried all the frames, and there was not a single sign that symbolized the high world.

"Do you have to move forward?" he said, standing by the frame, a hint of hesitation on his face. "The guardian of the room here has a seventh-level strength, if you go any further" He remembered the skeleton of the giant who was even more powerful than himself, and even that existence had died here. Died on the way forward.

He just wanted to explore the path of his own evolution, not to know that if he was defeated, he would go to die.

"Look ahead, and if you can't find a way, go straight back!" Finally, he decided. Pick up the two green jade swords.

Glancing at the dense oil paintings hanging in the room, he turned and opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he left the door, there was a click behind him, and the door closed automatically, falling apart from the wall and collapsing, smashing on the ground full of bone meal, and raising a cloud of white ash.

Angel looked at the two green jade swords in his hand, the upper blades were covered with black cracks, and they looked like they might shatter at any time.

"It doesn't seem to work anymore, it's the limit," he shook his head, letting go of his two greatswords and letting them fall to the ground.

After thinking about it for a moment, he still lifted a big sword and tied it behind his back, and pulled out a small black honeycomb-shaped sphere from the space mirror.

The black ball was only the size of a palm in his hand, and it was full of holes, and black flying insects were drilling in and out from time to time.

"The Nest of the Trust Mayfly, one of the two treasures that have been successful over the years, may be able to be used today," he stared at the hive ball in his hand, gently biting his index finger and squeezing out a drop of red-black blood and dripping it onto the hive.

At the sound of the rope, countless black flying insects in the hive ball rushed out frantically, turning into a black mist and pounced on the place where the blood dripped down. It's like a swarm of bees discovering honey.

Over the years, in addition to integrating himself, he has also used his own conditions to develop two powerful treasure magic weapons based on his own bloodline. Able to give full play to the power of their own bloodline.

One is the nest of the trusts mayflies, and the other is a ring, the Ring of Fennel.

The Floating Nest is for attack, while Fennir's Ring is for defense.

Anglie held the mayfly's nest and slowly floated as he continued to fly.

Flying forward, I don't know how long, Angre even felt a little tired.

Drip!!

The reminder of the chip suddenly sounded.

"Is it here again?" said Angele, slowly leaning down and looking ahead.

On the right side of the tunnel ahead, a grayish-white and silver-tinged wooden door was inlaid into the wall, and the brass rust-tinged doorknob was exactly the same as the previous one.

There were only a few white bones on the ground in the tunnel, and there was a lot less bone meal.

Anglie noticed this, his gaze swept over the only two white bones, the space at the edge of the bones faintly twisting and fluctuating.

With a move in his heart, Angli took off the green jade sword on his back and threw it on the two white bones.

Click!

The big sword didn't hit the white bones, and was cut in two by an invisible force directly in mid-air, and scattered on the ground with a clatter.

Angle's pupils shrank. "The green jade sword is a material that I can't damage with all my strength, these two skeletons are definitely possible to be the existence of the ancestor level before death. After death, it can maintain a steady stream of force field protection for so many years" (to be continued.) )