They began to walk along the long body of the Chosen One, and then the figures of the Chiwu appeared on the short bridges made of round sticks, still with glazed eyes, and mechanically walked along the narrow bridge into the exposed passages on the wall, one after the other, without making any sound.

The three of them leaped past the men, seeing many familiar faces.

Then, they saw Daigo.

This is the most real experience, the once vivid and gentle teenager, at the moment is like a gray puppet, there is no life in his eyes, he walks mechanically, and he is about to sink into the passage, which makes Leon can't help but want to reach out and pull him off the short bridge, but is stopped by a raised hand in the black forehead.

"No" Black Forehead looked at Leon's gaze as calm as ever, Leon gritted his teeth and sighed heavily, he knew that Black Forehead was right, at this time they were unable to protect themselves, and taking bold action would make everyone more dangerous.

However, where are Fei Jiama and Oolong, they will not also be submerged in the unknown passage, right? Or, after dozens of minutes under the water just now, they have been lost in the boundless deep sea?

As if echoing Leon's chaotic thoughts, a soft call with surprise, accompanied by a fat figure, fell in front of them from the roof of the carriage,

"Aang! I've found you!"

"Fat Mom!" Leon hugged the fat man for three seconds, then he looked behind the fat man, and the oolong was nowhere to be seen.

"That kid can't get rid of the brainwave control, I ...... I lost him" Fei Jiama's skin began to flush faintly again, his fat face was full of shame, the water stains on his body had been steamed dry, and it was obvious that the skin temperature was still much higher than that of Lyon,

"It's okay, it's okay, don't get excited, don't let your body temperature get too high...... It's all in time," Leon said inexplicably, but the few people who knew him vaguely guessed that this guy seemed to want to do something other than the Raptor's plan.

When they were about to approach the front of the Chosen Car, the four of them climbed onto the roof of the car again, and the black-fronted biological eyes had already probed the area in front of the car, which was covered with biological traces. It wasn't the Chiwu people, because the body temperature of these creatures was surprisingly low.

It was painful to crawl forward on the ornate roof of the carriage, and the large raised patterns that had saved several lives were now the biggest obstacle to their progress, but they finally slowly reached the first carriage, and in a blue light, they saw the low-temperature creatures.

It's a divine machine, but it's not quite, at this moment, the divine machine has taken off their hats and masks, revealing their true faces. The face covered by the mask of smiling peace was all gray and colorless. On the glowing head, the white projectile eyeballs don't know what they're looking at, round and open, even more gloomy. The colorful satin and delicate patterns on their bodies reflected the little light around them, but the faces that set off them were even more lifeless.

This was expected, but it still made Leon's heart beat faster, because there were too many magic machines.

The neatly arranged divine machines could not be seen at a glance, and they walked in unison towards the walls covered with superconductors, almost like a zombie army. There was no passage in front of them, but one by one they sank into the wall, without the slightest obstruction. It seems that Locke Dorjee's theory is right, these filling particles in the pyramid, as long as they are squeezed, will automatically give way out, but I don't know if there are special requirements for identity.

A few minutes later, all the gods walked into the wall, followed by the last elder in a red shirt, his hat and mask were all gone, but he had long gray-white hair, scattered on the red robe, indescribably strange, just before he entered the wall, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction of Leon as if he was inadvertently.

This glance is full of charm. Elder Shenji turned out to be a woman!

She has a slender, white face, a small nose, slender and bewitching eyes, and the most special thing is that there are shining black pupils in those slender eyes, not just white projectiles like other war ashes, but strictly speaking, this woman is also black and white, although her lips are full, they are not half as red as her face.

She just looked at it, then turned around and sank into the wall.

As soon as she disappeared, Leon stood up,

"Get up, we've been discovered...... Grass! Just go in generously!" His bachelor's temper came up again, and he jumped off the Chosen Choice and strode towards the place where the Divine Elder had disappeared. Lockdoge and Figama glanced at each other and immediately followed, at this time, their choice was to follow Leon, no matter how reckless the guy was, they would follow him.

And the black forehead, already like a big bat, fell tightly behind Leon.

The wall, as expected, naturally branched out under their collision, clinging to the edge of each person's body, like an extremely viscous porridge, without resistance, but always wrapping every inch of the body's skin, which made the four of them have to get closer, forming a short passage that can barely be continued.

After walking a few dozen meters, Leon came up with a better way, he unfolded the phantom in the wind into two broad blades, which immediately increased their visibility.

However, all they can see is a dense number of cylinders, and if someone with a dense phobia is in this environment, they must be extremely anxious. Leon didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, he was really worried that the superconductor would not burrow into his open mouth, so the squid clinging to the back of his neck began to work again,

"Luo Luo, you connect the brain to scan the nearest fixed space, these things are endless, it's so annoying"

"Scanned, no, it's all over the place," Locke Dorge replied a moment later,

The "left" black forehead seems to have found something,

Two minutes later, the four of them stood in a wide, tall corridor, the curved top and four walls were also made of superconductors, only much smoother, as if separated by an invisible membrane. Although they never felt depressed, they all took a deep breath, and that kind of visual blockage turned out to be breathless.

At the end of the corridor as far as they could see, there was a door.

It was a kind of old-time door that Lyon had never seen before, with two closed arches, and I don't know whether they were pushed inward or pulled outward. This is something that has never existed in Leon's cognition, the space of the Falling Moon Age is precious, and the doors of all the gathering places have been replaced with the form of retreat or lifting.

Moreover, the door was so great that it became even more exaggerated as several men approached, and the four men stood in front of it like four small worms, which reminded Leon of the queen's tent of the Monolith, the shape of the arch and the exaggerated and extravagant size, so similar.

When they got closer, they found that they were two rough gravel stone doors, which were also carved like the chosen ones, carved with strange water monsters in the sea, hideous and complicated, but they added a sense of ancient splendor to the stone door, which was extremely abrupt in this space full of monotonous superconductors.

"Is this also an illusion, you say?" Leon stretched out his hand to touch the stone-carved door, and in front of him was a vividly carved thorny anemone,

"Don't touch!" Lockdorge snapped, but it was still a step too late, and Leon's hand was already covering the corner of the anemone. Then, the door lit up, "This thing must have a recognizer...... Locke Dorjee's voice lowered, and the door actually moved.

The door as high as twenty meters, with the anemone as the origin, lights up the zigzag pattern lines to the surroundings, setting off the various water monsters on the door more vividly, it silently and slowly opens inward, revealing a trace of black gap, as if splitting a crack to the other space in the bright space, because although the gap is getting bigger and bigger, but you can't see the scene inside the door at all, just a pitch black.

"Go," said Leon, standing in front of the darkness,

"Are you sure?" asked Lockdorge, a little hesitant, the crack looking hideous.

Leon had already taken a deep breath and walked up.

Whatever was over there, they could only move forward.