Crick ran all the way and finally approached the slightly mysterious broken two-story tower building.

But he didn't dare to enter directly.

Around the building, there are many things like tombstones standing.

You can see that these tombstones are a little long and are walking unconsciously back and forth.

At the edge of the tombstone, there was a pool of water, radiating like mercury. Crick glanced greedily and swallowed.

He recognized that kind of pond water, a kind of water containing strange activity.

The wizard world is called the source of revitalization, and it is a very important thing in wizard promotion.

In the wizard world, often a small cup is scrambled by wizards, almost breaking the head, but there are so many pools here.

This thing is very precious, rare, and it also touches him.

But, Crick dared not!

Next to the pool, there was a turtle carved from stone. It was obviously just a dead object, but the last time Creek wanted to get some spring water, he was taken by the turtle, and then his entire mental body began to petrify.

If the strange creature in the tower had not saved him once, his spirit would have long been shattered.

The body in reality is probably an idiot.

This is the terrifying thing about the Nightmare World.

Don't you know that what seems ordinary will make you die without a place to die just by looking at you.

It is said that some level 3 wizards can enter the nightmare world in their true bodies, but there are many restrictions. Crick knew that his mentor Mo Zhi was working hard to promote the entry of the nightmare world in the Dusk Valley. It is not important to enter the first and second level wizards. Only those level 3 wizards can enter the realm and completely open up the situation.

However, Crick estimated that the mentor's large-scale entry into Twilight Valley is unlikely to have a hope.

I guess for a long time, I could only contact the mysterious existence with myself and the tutor.

However, the instructor couldn't figure out the personality of the mysterious existence for a while, and he had always been in contact with him. This time, he came with a few made dream balls to see if the talisman meets the requirements of the mysterious existence.

Every time he sees the dream ball, he feels it is quite magical and weird, and full of danger. It is obviously the most ordinary white dream ball, but when you take it in your hand, you can feel the evil contained in it, full of illusion and distortion.

To be honest, Dream Ball gives all wizards a very bad feeling, and Crick is no exception.

If the mysterious existence had not taken out something that the instructor was so moved, he would not have made these dangerous items no matter what the instructor said.

The creatures in the Nightmare World are almost one of the weirdest and most evil beings.

Every word from the Nightmare creature is unreliable. This is what Mo Zhi kept warning him.

Standing outside the building, Crick glanced at the head flowers behind him. These strange things were no longer close to ten meters away.

It seems to be quite afraid of the creatures in the building.

"Sir, are you here?"

"Crick is here to visit."

Taking a deep breath, Creek bent over, and asked in a low voice while stroking his left hand with his chest.

A deadly silence.

The tombstones around the buildings also stopped moving, and their tombstones gradually grew eyes and stared at Crick tightly.

Suddenly, Crick felt that his spiritual body was a little disintegrating in these eyes.

If he could sweat, he believed that his forehead would never stop sweating at this moment.

Three or four minutes

After Creek asked again, a low and hoarse voice finally came from the broken tower building.

"Come in, I'm on the second floor."

"The old rules, please come in as I taught you last time."

The voice was a little misty and low. It seemed to echo in Crick's ears. When I listened carefully, I felt like I remembered it behind him.

The cold feeling spread throughout the body inexplicably.

Although he had no hair in his mind, he felt that the hair on his back was standing upright and stiff.

"yes!"

After calming down, he refreshed his spirits. Crick lowered his head and tried hard not to look around, and then walked towards the tower-shaped building.

Outside a huge stone door on the floor, Crick began to adjust his breathing and let his spirit begin to be at a special frequency.

Gradually, he saw the broken tower-shaped building in front of him, releasing a scene like ripples in the water. The whole building quietly disappeared and turned into a dark, with countless gray transparent claws that caught the holes from it.

The next moment, Crick was grabbed into the hole by these claws.

In a trance, Crick found himself standing on the first floor of the tower-shaped building.

On the first floor, there was a strange, evil and cold aura floating, and from time to time, various skull-like scenes were transformed into.

And he also made hoarse and low laughter.

Elsewhere, there were several huge tables filled with the broken limbs and broken arms of various Qiyi creatures.

Crick could even hear their wailing life that was not dead.

Including the weird long-footed tombstone and the human head flower.

These should be nightmare creatures, but it seems that they were used by the owners here to perform unknown experiments.

The air was filled with twists and madness.

Every time he stays here for an extra second, he feels like he is going to be crazy.

The gray fog around was getting thicker and thicker, and the cold feeling became more and more serious.

He could even feel the whispers in his ears seemed to become clearer.

The gray fog is like giving birth to something, and even red light can be seen emerging in the fog.

Just like strange eyes.

I feel cold!

Not daring to see too much, Crick immediately walked to the second floor.

As he walked around, he could clearly feel something seemed to be gasping behind him, and even a wet tongue licking his back.

"You can't look back, you can't look back!"

I kept the instructions of the mysterious creature in my heart, and didn't dare to look back. I bit the bullet and ran all the way to the second floor.

“Hohu~”

This was not needed to do the false hoo-*** divine body. Crick looked at the second floor building curiously. This was the first time he had climbed to the second floor, or rather, it was the first time he had entered a tower-shaped building. It was fake to say that he was not curious about it.

I saw a huge second-story space, which was 40 or 50 meters high, like a huge palace entering the palace.

At the center, there is a huge black coffin with a length of more than ten meters wide. At the front end of the coffin is a total of ninety-nine stone steps.

There is a huge seat on the steps.

Like a throne.

At this moment, there was no one on the seat.

"Hey, is it weird?"

"Why doesn't there exist?"

Crick was a little confused.

The scene on the second floor is not that scary. Apart from the huge coffin in the center, the others are just like the parliamentary hall of the human kingdom, and even worse than the parliamentary hall.

It's too dilapidated after all.

However, before Crick's mind could fall, the huge coffin shook slightly, and a small gap broke open above, and then countless things poured in.

Creek's face turned pale.

It turned out to be the blood mixed with countless broken limbs and arms, scarlet and scarlet, boiling out of the coffin.

"Finally, here we come."

"Have you got the dream ball I want?"

A low voice appeared in blood again.

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Chapter completed!