Going down the stairs along the cold stone road, perhaps because of the age, the delicate patterns and exquisite patterns on the walls on both sides lost their gorgeous colors. They could only expound the glory of the past from the dusty appearance. There were also many cracks and incompletes on the road paved with granite. The gorgeous ceiling embedded with rose-like silver edges was also eclipsed, and the swaying torches on both sides exuded a grayish white luster.

I walked in the maze, one head became two big, and there were two rooms on both sides of the aisle, and a fork appeared from time to time. I searched one by one, but unfortunately there was nothing inside. It was such a poor family, wasting my energy in vain. I don’t know where the great master Karihaman was. I screamed and didn’t know if he could hear it. I looked around and found no player. Could it be that I found it alone here? No, there are many players in the valley outside, I thought to myself.

"Master Karihaman, Master Karihaman, where are you? Answer me quickly..." I drove and sneaked into the aisle, shouting loudly, the sound passed through the aisle, and echoed in the distance. He, it seems that it is quite big here, the aisle is quite deep, where is he?

====Grand Master Karihaman

The second floor of the underground maze, a dark room was covered with corpses of dark evil spirits. Their dirty bodies were immersed in black and red blood. The blue granite ground seemed to be faintly exposed to dark red because of drinking blood. The air was filled with burnt smell. An old man with silver hair stopped the wand in his hand, sat on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gasped in a hurry. His pale face was slightly rosy due to a brief rest. His deep blue and black eyes flashed with a look of worry. The blue robe with sun patterns outlined with magic silver thread had long lost its bright color, and was replaced by those purple-red spots.

The amethyst wand in his hand also lost its original luster due to the large amount of magic expenditure, which seemed very dim. The old man looked at the corpse outside with concern and muttered angrily: "Does Karamad think that my old bone has been hung up for five days? It has been more than expected to be replenished for five days. I haven't sent the magic talisman to me yet. Without that thing, I don't have enough magic to support it. The monsters in this ghost place are really endless to kill and rush. Why am I assigned here? I'm responsible for studying the strange magic shocks underground? It's really unlucky. I don't know if anyone can come down from above, and at least I can share some trouble for me..."

He took out a blue magic crystal that was the size of a palm. The old man held it tightly in his hand, closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth. The magic crystal emitted a soft blue light like smoke, wrapped the old man in it, slowly attached to him. After a while, it disappeared, leaving only the ordinary stone without any color in the old man's hand. The old man who had supplemented his magic power also felt a little energetic, waving his hands in the air, and the dim magic wand barely gave friendly sponsorship. A faint light yellow air wall slowly rose from the door of the room, slowly climbed to the roof, and isolated everything outside. The old man said softly: "Oh, I hope this can delay more and the evil ghost will attack the next time." After saying that, he dragged his tired body, walked to a simple wooden bed placed in the room and sat down, sighed deeply, and entered meditation.

====Dark Devil

I am a dark devil wandering freely in the underground maze. Don't compare me with those who are enslaved by the summoners. I am a brave warrior brought out from the abyss of hell by the great dark monarch, responsible for guarding the first layer of the maze here. What, you still don't believe it, and you still can't figure out the difference between me and those guys who have lost their freedom because of summoning? Then look at me and listen, I can only say it once.

Seeing my skin with a bronze luster, this was the spell of dark blessings imposed by the great dark monarch, which strengthened my defense, which was much more resistant to the fight than those who were full of elastic black leather summoners; seeing that there was no armor on my body, as a frontline warrior, I was allowed to wear cursed armor. Compared with those who fought in only one leather jacket, my defense was even less; haha, I finally noticed that the heavy steel hammer in my hand, this was not comparable to the kitchen knife that the kid played with in those guys. I like to listen to the hammer

The sound of bone shattering, I was obsessed with the color of the scarlet blood reflected in the hammer. In the past, I often took advantage of my free time to hunt some outside creatures to satisfy my desire for killing. But now, some guys who don’t know the depth often rushed here, trying to provoke the dignity of the dark monarch. However, few people can easily walk from me to the next level. I don’t want to be scolded by those arrogant dark evil ghosts. Isn’t it just bigger than me and stronger than me, and I’m so arrogant. Oh, the principle of anyone in the dark world is that the strong are the best, and it’s not okay to accept it.

Carrying a steel hammer, I slowly walked in the aisle, and the beating firelight dragged my figure into a long and long one. I like to see such a reflection, which can satisfy the tall figure I dreamed of. If I could have such a figure, I might become a noble dark knight with my ability. With a loud "bang", I smashed the hammer heavily on the wall beside to vent my dissatisfaction. Why can I be so short, great dark monarch, when will you give me the ability to grow?

There seemed to be something moving in the distance. I erected my ears and listened to the faint sound in the air, "Master Karihaman... Where are you... Answer me quickly..." Something was calling, Well, I should be another intruder, hehe, my thin purple-red lips raised slightly, my white and clean fangs like porcelain flashed with cold light, and a gloomy smile appeared on my face. Welcome to my territory, I will leave you a beautiful memory. Following the source of the sound, I carried the dark hammer and ran over. The sound was getting closer, but I couldn't see a figure. It's really strange. I'm already a ghost. Could it be that I could still meet ghosts? I thought of it with a little scalp.

======Invisible

Damn it, what kind of bird place, I haven't seen a monster for a long time. I wouldn't have used those potions, it's all money. I've touched it for so long but haven't seen a ghost. Where did that bullshit wizard hide? But not the NPC played by real people, I went offline to rest, and I kept cursing. Because the maze was too big, I used a dagger to carve a mark on the wall every time I went to a fork. Fortunately, it was not like the maze encountered by Chongtian Sword and others. I could go back to the starting point or be hung up by the monster. I have not yet walked through the repeated place.

Hey, there seems to be a dark gate in front. Could it be that there is more than one floor here, there is no monster above, and there is only one below. The great master Karihaman is below. The damn teleportation master did not explain the situation to me, making me waste my time and strongly despise him. The mage Karamad, who was busy collecting money in Tiejing City, suddenly sneezes and muttered: "Damn, someone is definitely slandering me, a handsome, elegant and extraordinary talent."

Since there was no monster in the past day, I relaxed my vigilance and did not keep sneaking. I rushed towards the gate. I had just run a few steps and suddenly felt a cold air coming. Then I turned my head and saw a few "Wow" screams. I turned my head and saw, "Damn, this is not the little guy from Wuming Tianxia, ​​why did I follow me? I was about to go up and give this nigger a thunder. It would cost me to scare me. But when I glanced at me, I found something was wrong. The guy in front of me was wearing iron and steel, and the light in my eyes was about to kill people, unlike the stupid guy in Wuming Tianxia who only knew how to act.

Dark Imp Level: 28

I threw an identification at this guy, but I didn't know if I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. This guy was actually a level 28 monster. Damn, the monsters on the first floor were so high. The one below didn't allow me to think too much. The little ghost held up the hammer and smashed it over. I flashed. The hammer fell on the hard stone and smashed the stone into pieces. I finally understood why there were so many cracks on the walls and corridors here, all of which were made by this guy. It was so small, with good quality, and muscles could grow inside the bones. It would be great if the little ghost in the nameless world was so strong.

A twelfth wave of arrows fell on the little ghost. After seeing that it only caused damage of -30 and -50, I quickly replaced the armor shield of the bull. It seems that it is not suitable to use a bow with this guy. It is better to change a shield to block the hammer. Fortunately, the attack of the Curse Blade did not disappoint me. After using the shield to force it, I found that the damage caused by the dagger was indeed increasing. I suddenly felt the blood-sucking potion was indeed a good thing. I didn't let my money go. Although the little ghost's attack brought me a lot of damage, due to the continuous increase in blood recovery, I was able to withstand it when my physical strength was still 300, and slowly rose. When I saw that I could not take me down for a long time, the little ghost's face turned red, and it seemed that Mars was about to spew out of my eyes. The hammer was indiscriminate and random.

I was hitting my heart. The lowered dagger rushed into the little ghost's arm and pierced the dark blue armor. The sharp blade seemed to feel the beating heart in my body, and it pierced hard. The shield in my left hand sounded muffled, blocking the impact of the hammer. I pulled out the dagger, and then wiped it through its thin neck like a dead branch, breaking a beating pulse on it. The beautiful blood roses bloomed one by one in the air, with hatred towards me in my pupils. The little ghost howled and hung up, "Hehe, it's not bad, I'm so embarrassed to give me a wild sheep's head staff for the first time I met." I happily touched the sandalwood staff with the top carved wild sheep's head and more than a dozen coins scattered from the fallen little ghost.
Chapter completed!