Helrom Prison is six floors deep.

In the illusion, the black-haired girl stands alone in a hazy place of light and shadow.

The green pupils, like two bottomless lakes, quietly reflect the changing scene around them.

The black-haired, green-eyed girl who was still overhauling the cell door just now suddenly felt that the boundary of the prison corridor began to distort, and the space began to ripple like water, and then there was a rain of knives falling from the sky.

The blades and sharp swords glowed with a silvery white sheen, instantly penetrating the girl's body, staining the metallic luster with a layer of blood red.

However, the girl walked step by step on these blades like an immortal body, and continued to concentrate on the maintenance work.

On the skin of the black-haired green-eyed girl, every wound was deep and bone-piercing, and blood slowly flowed along the blade.

It didn't take long for the blood to evaporate the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.

The illusion was lifted, and it did not leave any substantial damage to the black-haired and green-eyed poet of great love.

But before they reached the metal door of another cell, the flames began to twist and jump on the ground like living creatures, from crimson to golden, and spread endlessly on the ground.

The poet of great love continued to walk into the sea of fire, the flames burned her snow-white skin to a blur of flesh until it was scorched, and made a crackling and burning sound, but she still walked calmly, as if she did not feel pain.

"Fortunately, I came, and let Hubertine enter the [upside-down road to death], but she will suffer an old sin."

The black-haired and green-eyed figure moved the corners of his mouth slightly, muttering to himself.

He knew that these illusions were all false, so as a materialist with a firm Taoist heart, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.

As for the pain, because he is controlling the clone, the main perception is left on the side of the body, although the pain in the illusion is very painful, but it is not painful enough to make him faint.

As Lan Qi thought to himself, the sea of fire suddenly cooled down and turned into a vast expanse of ice and snow.

The edge of the prison fluctuates again, creating a deeper world.

The poet of great love is pulled into a new illusion by an irresistible invisible force, surrounded by boundless darkness and piercing screams.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, each snowflake had a unique shape, crystal clear, glowing with black light, making the world in front of the poet of great love dark, these corrosive poisonous snow, every time it touched his body, it would evaporate smoke.

However, the poet of great love condensed tiny ice crystals on his indifferent eyelashes, and his steady breathing turned into white mist in the cold.

Bear the pain and keep your body balanced.

Along the way, I don't know how many illusions appeared, and how many times I witnessed the collapse, but the figure of the great love poet never changed his pace, and conscientiously completed the maintenance duties of the prison.

Over time, it seemed that the illusion was already tired, but it still failed to make the figure walking slowly in the corridor move the slightest bit, and the magic power of the [Upside-Down Hanging Path] enchantment stopped and no longer fluctuated.

Silence continued in the hallway.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that the howling of the cold wind gradually rose, and it seemed like a winter death streaked across the empty corridor.

This time it was not an illusion, because the interior of the negative sixth floor was already an extremely cold prison full of frost and snow.

In the surrounding air, snow mist and transparent magic converged to form a piercing cold air, which came for the black-haired and green-eyed figure, enveloping it in the realm.

In the center of the deepest part of this Herrom Prison, the indestructible ninth-order ancient enchantment began to ripple, touching the supreme technique, causing subtle ripples and a layer of psychedelic mist.

In mid-air, the powerful and heavy magic power condensed, not only with the fluctuations of the [Upside-Down Hanging Path], but also more profound, full of terrifying power for living beings, as if there was a giant palm cover of the Great Demon Clan of the Demon Realm in ancient times who had traveled through time and space.

A translucent aura formed around the black-haired and green-eyed poet, and the magic gathered and intertwined in the air, and at the same time, the swirling cold aura suddenly rushed towards the poet's eyebrows.

The magic continued to grow, causing Antanas and Cinola, who were on the other side of the minus six floors, to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

in the teleportation hall.

"Wang, did she succeed?"

Sinola asked in surprise as she looked at the frost-covered dome on the negative sixth floor.

Even she wasn't quite sure what the conditions were for obtaining the Great Demon Mark in the [Upside-Down Hanging Path].

"It must have succeeded, and none of these mental trials were difficult for her."

Antanas nodded, she was now sure that the new king had caused a similar fluctuation in the minus five layer just now.

Although Antanas still did not know how the king had defeated his own phantom in such a short period of time, unscathed.

Now I only feel that the king is becoming more and more unfathomable.

It was a blessing for Talia to have such a virtuous new king.

In the depths of the negative six layers, the situation on the king's side made Antanas and Cinola curious and did not dare to explore, so they only waited according to their orders.

Once the authority of the negative sixth floor is opened, they will confirm the cell of Pranay of Truth as soon as possible, and rush over to open it, waiting for the king to come.

Minus six layers deep in the permafrost prison.

The poets of great love are imprisoned by some invisible force, and the space around them forms an isolated realm.

After a few breaths, the light and shadow and magic quickly shattered, condensing into a translucent engraving at the center of the poet's eyebrows—

【Inverted Hanging Imprint】

[Category: Soul Mark]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

【Tier: 1】

[Passive Effect: Gain a small increase in mental attributes.] 】

[Notes: Endorsement of Tybius upside down.] 】

“…… Mentally stronger again? ”

Ranch felt the fifth mark, and it was the first time he had encountered a mark that simply added basic attributes, the most simple and crude passive.

The upside-down Tybius should have been an ancient demon whose spiritual power had reached the limit during his lifetime, so he turned into this great demon trial enchantment after his death.

At present, it seems that the mental trial must give a defensive mark, the force trial must give an offensive mark, and the mark granted by the Great Demon Clan will be based on its own characteristics.

However, the three conservatives in the Demon Realm from a hundred years ago in the prison are unlikely to be aggressive marks, so when he asked the law-breaking Sinora for the mark before, she would be worried that her mark was very bad and became timid, but she didn't know that in fact, Lan Qi didn't pick the mark at all.

"If you get another mark, will the characteristics of the demon race change slightly?"

Ranch remembers that according to Huberian, when the Great Demon Mark reaches six, it will further become a Great Demon Clan.

Then even if he is a demon, he is more noble than Taria.

What's more, Talia is a former generation of bankrupt misses, he is a modern emerging entrepreneur, and the concept is completely different.

(End of chapter)