Bells rang slowly, not knowing where they came from.
Garen ran quickly in the dark passage. The road ahead quickly went backwards, and the bones on the ground were crushed to pieces. Some powdered lime was wiped off the corners of the walls at the corners.
Without any pause, he moved rapidly along the increasingly sloping passage.
Snap.
Leather Boots stopped, Nightmare supported Andrela and looked back.
In the dim sunlight, the surface of the huge black stone statue seemed to be coated with a golden-red halo.
A heavy sound of bells came from the top of the stone statue.
On the beach, Weisman's black-chested and hairy general was waiting for the rapidly approaching warship. He and the demon hunter Eliza also turned back and looked at the towering black stone statue on the island.
There were only a dozen demon hunters left, and Weisman's soldiers were also few.
"It was the final fight. I didn't expect that the twilight bell had already sounded. It was a battle worth looking forward to." The general sighed with emotion. "It's a pity that those two fools can no longer hear it. I have long said that if you are like them, you will be better."
It will be short-lived, but unfortunately no one listens to me."
Elizal stroked the remaining scar on her face, which was left in the scuffle.
"The glorious power is dead, aren't you sad at all, General Mero?"
"Sad? It would be better if you died. It happens that my family is the only one in the family. I will annex two big families when I go back! Hehe!!" The black-chested and hairy general suddenly became happy. Suddenly he saw the warship approaching quickly.
"Hey!!"
He rushed over and waved loudly.
"I'm here!! Sweet little Sally!!"
Northern Territory
Among the piles of bloody corpses, the spearman Mal was supporting the Arctic King.
"You idiot, are you okay?" He slapped King Arctic twice hard.
The latter slowly opened his eyes in a daze.
"Not dead yet"
"The main force is different. It's really thick-skinned," Mal said with emotion. When they besieged Immortal Fran in the Immortal Palace just now, it was the Arctic King who rushed the fastest, and of course he was also the most seriously injured.
However, he is worthy of being called a polar bear. His body is so strong that it is almost inhuman. He was hit four times in the front by Xianflan and he can still speak normally.
The distant sound of bells came from high in the sky at this time.
"It's the twilight bell, and the final battle has begun. Go and have a look?" Mal looked up at the top of the huge black stone statue.
"I can't help it anymore. That guy is too perverted. If you go there, you are seeking death." The North Pole King hummed and replied feebly.
"It's okay, there is a pervert over there in the Southern Territory. We don't have to think about the black smoke pot. But no matter what, we can't let the people of Immortal Palace take advantage of it." Mal said calmly.
"It's okay. No one who has been hit by my three-day Arctic needle can survive for three days!" the Arctic King sneered.
"The people in Asgard are not ordinary people." Mal emphasized.
"Uh. Okay, but I guarantee that they will never have the energy to cause trouble for us now, otherwise we can still stand here safely?" the Arctic King said unwillingly. "I said you should just stay and wait for their rescue.
Just come and pick it up, why bother messing around."
Mal shook his head.
"I have a reason why I have to go.¨."
"That's up to you." The North Pole King hummed again, sat aside to rest alone, and began to check the injury. "By the way, is my sister-in-law okay now? If you go and lose your life, I have been coveting my sister-in-law for a long time. You
I understand. Don’t blame me for not being brotherly in the future.”
Mal had a dark look on his face.
"I said it's okay if you don't help. How can you take advantage of others' danger?"
"Anyway, I don't care. You go quickly and don't forget to hum before you die. I will pick up my sister-in-law right away." The Arctic King was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Mal applied medicine to the wound on his shoulder, tied it several times with the prepared bandage, and contracted the muscles to close the wound. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Seeing the Arctic King staying alone with his eyes closed to recuperate, he
He shook his head speechlessly, turned around quietly, jumped into the dark underground passage, and soon disappeared into the darkness.
The Arctic King waited for a while and there was no sound, then he opened his eyes and took a look.
"I really went. Hi! I said you are really tired of living?" He looked back at the direction of the stone forest where there was a vague sound approaching, he hesitated and gritted his teeth.
"Shit! You're looking for death! You've made me miserable!"
He jumped into the dark passage and fell into the darkness several times.
The Fire Sparrow Mother leaned against the stone statue and looked quietly at the withered old man in pitch black in front of her.
"That guy ran away?"
The old man nodded. "First he was hit by the Arctic Needle for three days and then got a sneak attack from that guy. However, he was also stabbed by Xianflan's sword, and his injuries were no less severe than mine." He bowed his waist slightly, and there was a slash on his lower abdomen.
The ferocious sword wound was still dripping with blood.
The fire sparrow mother looked up at the top of the huge stone statue.
"Xianflan is up, that guy is probably still hiding, waiting for an opportunity. I'm going back, what are you going to do?"
The old man was slightly surprised. "Don't you go up and help?"
The fire sparrow mother shook her head.
"I won't go. It's no longer necessary."
The old man seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed. "I'll be with you."
The Fire Sparrow Mother turned around and walked towards the outside of the stone forest. Where he was standing, there was a pool of black and red blood.
The old man in black followed closely.
At the top of the stone statue, Immortal Fran's slender figure exuded a kind of eerie beauty. He held a red long sword upside down and looked quietly at Galen rushing up diagonally below.
Along the stone steps of the passage, Garen gradually slowed down and looked up at Xianflan at the entrance of the passage.
This man, who had been entangled with him from the beginning until now, was now wearing a dark silk robe. His pale skin and dark silk robe formed a sharp and dazzling contrast.
The strong wind kept blowing, and Xianflan's long black hair was blowing to the left, and his black robe also made a rustling sound in the wind.
"Gallon."
He raised his right hand and opened his palm. A simple book necklace lay quietly in his palm.
"The stars of the eternal night are still with you, right?"
Garen stood still, holding the necklace on his chest with his hands.
"I clearly remember that you took it from me?"
"What was taken away was not the necklace, but something else." Xianflan turned around and stepped aside from the entrance to the passage and walked to the edge of the platform. The strong wind blew his long hair like seaweed flying.
Garen slowly walked out of the passage. The passage was built inside the stone statue and went up diagonally to the top of the stone statue. The exit was on the platform above the head.
On the top of the huge black stone statue, on the platform in the middle, Xianflan and Garen stood more than ten meters apart.
The entire black platform is hundreds of meters in diameter and oval in shape. It is surrounded by black stone guardrails. Some guardrails have been damaged and fallen. There are detailed words and symbols engraved on the ground, walls, and ceilings everywhere. It seems as if
It records the atmosphere of another completely unfamiliar civilization.
The distant bells kept coming from above the head, heavy and simple, with waves of faint echoes.
The dim sunlight slanted in and fell at the feet of the two people, illuminating the entire gap between the platforms in a golden red.
Garen stared at Xianflan's back, walked around him to the guardrail, and looked down.
Under the guardrail, a large white cloud ring is like a white garland, slowly rotating around the stone statue. Under the gap between the cloud rings, some fine black dots are boarding the ships on the edge of the island one by one. Some ships are already sailing away.
, some are approaching.
A trace of white cloud drifted past in front of Garen, and he reached out his hand and gently grabbed the cloud.
The cloud actually lingered around the back of his hand, like a white translucent ribbon.
Garen's fingers are like the petals of a flower in bloom, turning naturally, softly and delicately, without any sense of rigidity. It actually prevents the clouds from drifting away at all.
"Beihua Yunshou."
Garen flicked his finger, scoff!
The white cloud turned into a white silk thread and shot straight towards Xianflan. It made no sound.
The white line shot one meter in front of Xianflan and stopped suddenly. It seemed as if it hit an invisible wall. It suddenly exploded into tiny white dots and disappeared.
"I still remember that the last time I saw you, you were far from this level." Xianflan had a strange smile on her face. "Did you hear the bells above your head? That's the Twilight Bell.
, which symbolizes the first stage of opening the black smoke pot.”
"The first stage?" Garen narrowed his eyes at him, waiting for his next words.
"That's right. There are two stages in the black smoke pot." Xianflan held the guardrail with his hand, with a hint of memory in his eyes. "The last time the black smoke pot was opened, it was when the bell of the Twilight Bell was heard. And the second time the black smoke pot was opened.
The second phase has actually already begun. It started from the moment we entered here."
"oh?"
A layer of white gold slowly appeared on the surface of Galen's skin.
"That is, there is only one living person left here." Xianflan smiled casually and slowly waved the elf sword in his hand.
Garen grasped it with his right palm, absorbing the surrounding white clouds.
White clouds were like white lines, and thousands of streams converged, gathering under his palm from all directions. A white cloud ball gathered in his palm.
"In terms of martial arts, besides you and me, who else in the world can be stronger than us? I didn't expect that you and I would have to compete here." He slowly walked towards Xianflan, and every step seemed to be filled with dragon-shaped tigers.
He felt domineering. There was no sound, but it seemed as if the entire stone statue floor was shaking slightly.
"It has nothing to do with the black smoke pot. In fact, we have been waiting for this battle for a long time." Xianflan raised his sword and lightly touched the sword with his fingers, and the entire sword slowly bloomed with a blood-red light.
He waved lightly, and a red line slowly floated out, cutting off the guardrail on the right side silently.
"Start right here and end everything."
The tip of the elf sword is tilted down, pointing towards the ground.
"It has nothing to do with the black tobacco pot.
Garen suddenly raised his palm and pushed forward!!
BOOM!!!!
A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.
In the gap at the top of the stone statue, a large cloud of white gas and red light exploded, forming a red and white ring that slowly spread out.
An inexplicable aura emanated from the top of the stone statue. This aura was transparent and invisible, reaching straight into the sky.
The sky quickly darkened, and countless dark clouds gathered, getting thicker and darker. The entire island began to shake slowly, and the gravel on the ground quickly trembled and beat. A large amount of smoke diffused from the gaps in the ground, forming a large amount of white
The clouds submerged the entire huge stone statue in it.