Thank you for the sound of the wind.
In the blacksmith shop, all the monks stared blankly at the place where Zhang Xiaohan had disappeared, watching the giant slowly straighten up, and the furnace where Zhang Xiaohan was located had also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The giant regained his grip on the hammer, and the monotonous sound of striking iron began to appear, and the monks' eyes appeared thoughtfully.
Mo Shaohan's heart was filled with some joy and regret, looking at the place where Zhang Xiaohan disappeared, remembering the first day and Zhang Xiaohan stumbling out with each other's support, remembering to drink wine with a bowl in their mouths, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and he reached out to hold the sledgehammer.
When Zhang Xiaohan woke up from his contemplation, he had some faint feelings in his mind, but they were not very clear.
The giant has long since disappeared, she smiled bitterly and shook her head, looking at the trumpet hammer in her hand, although the hammer is small, the weight has not been reduced, Zhang Xiaohan's spiritual power has recovered, this weight is simply too light, but the hammer is held in her hand, as familiar as a part of the body, it seems that the previous iron is not in vain.
Putting the hammer into the storage ring, Zhang Xiaohan glanced at the place where he was standing, which should be the fourth floor of the ring corridor, walked a few steps, and sure enough, it was on the side of the treasure hall, the first pillar was a naked giant holding the upper platform with both hands, and the next pillar, facing the direction of the giant, was a beautiful woman with a long tail in the distance to the giant offering wine.
The next pillars are all kinds of images of giants standing up to the sky, some are riding horses, the two front hooves of the horses are raised high, giants are holding spears, majestic, some are jumping high, punching hard, and there are as if they are casting spells to cooperate with each giant pillar, or beautiful women admire, or monsters bow their heads.
Zhang Xiaohan is not a feminist, but as a woman, she always has a strange feeling about such a picture, but if it is true that every dominant pillar is a woman holding her head high, and bowing down as a giant, it seems to be a little disobedient.
Finally, on the four pillars on both sides of the entrance of the main hall, it is no longer the pattern of giants and beauties, and the picture of the main decorator begins to appear, both men and women, hunting feasts, poems, pianos, calligraphy and paintings, and the entire four-story corridor looks as if it is a microcosm of a part of an era.
Zhang Xiaohan stood in front of the door of the main hall.
The main hall is still three gates, the gate is wide open, and the fog from the door is foggy, and nothing can be seen clearly.
Since he came, of course he had to go in, Zhang Xiaohan gathered his spiritual power and divine sense, and walked in through the central gate.
Standing with his feet inside the door, a buzzing voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Trialist, welcome to the Land of Death, you have fifty-two hours to familiarize yourself with the Land of Death." ” As the voice sounded, the fog cleared in front of her, and she stood in the jungle.
Fifty-two hours is more than four days, so to speak, the third level is set in time, and each person has a maximum of ten days there.
The sound then stopped, and did not explain the horror of the land of death, the origin of death.
Since the familiar time was given, it meant that there was no danger within these fifty-two hours, and Zhang Xiaohan's divine sense was released in an instant.
This is a real jungle, but also a jungle of death and silence, all the trees seem to be dead, and so is the grass, there is no wind, no sound, no birds and beasts, not even the insects and ants that are essential in the jungle.
Zhang Xiaohan's divine sense was powerful enough to release two hundred miles away, but within two hundred miles, except for the trees that were one hundred meters tall, they were still trees, but the trees were not the same as the trees.
Above the trees, there was also a blue sky and white clouds, Zhang Xiaohan glanced around a few times, and then flew forward.
The speed is not fast, it took twelve hours to fly through this jungle, it is exactly one day and one night, this jungle is not very undulating, there are dense forests, there are sparse mountain forests, some small gentle slopes, during which there are streams, dark rivers, of course, streams and dark rivers do not flow.
After the jungle, it is a turbulent river, the water surface is two or three thousand meters wide, the front and back do not see the end and the end, during the huge waves are monstrous, the water color is dark, the opposite side is a towering cliff, the huge rocks on the cliff are craggy, there are strange pines growing.
After flying along the river bank for another five or six hours, Zhang Xiaohan determined that the river should have no end and must be crossed, at this time, although the river showed the appearance of huge waves, it was obviously harmless, and Zhang Xiaohan still flew very high.
The closer the cliff on the other side, the more you can feel a kind of coercion, which is the natural coercion of the cliff, under the cliff, Zhang Xiaohan only feels that she is so small, and magnifies herself several times according to the image of a giant, Zhang Xiaohan still shook his head.
Fly back along the cliff in a directional direction, observe all the way closely, especially where the strange pine grows, or where the grass and trees appear, a total of more than a dozen caves are seen along the way, the depth is different, Zhang Xiaohan randomly picked a cave to drill into.
The entrance to the cave is small, the interior is large, and the top of the cave is uneven, and the cave that Zhang Xiaohan entered walked for a quarter of an hour to reach the interior, and the interior is only slightly spacious.
It was only when he flew to the opposite place that he came in that Zhang Xiaohan climbed straight to the end of the cliff, standing on the cliff with the continuous mountains in front of him.
Suddenly, a buzzing voice appeared in his ears again: "The second trialist enters." ” Mo Shaohan and Zhang Xiaohan stood on the cliff and looked back, only to see the other side of the raging river, the lush forest.
How could Mo Shaohan just come in She thought as she flew towards the mountains.
Mo Shaohan left the customs two hours after Zhang Xiaohan left the third level.
He did not rush into the main hall, but kept meditating in the corridor before entering the main hall after a long time.
He also heard a hint that he had twenty-eight hours, and after looking around, he embarked on the same journey as Zhang Xiaohan.
The terrain of the mountains is similar, Zhang Xiaohan is very strange, why should he have the time to be familiar with the terrain, is it to give the trialists who enter first an advantage It's just that the monk's divine consciousness is not weak, and the divine consciousness is released, at least within a hundred miles, at a glance, perhaps, the divine consciousness will be suppressed here Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhang Xiaohan still kept the terrain in mind, and on the evening of the third day, the third trialist also came in.
Standing in the mountains, Zhang Xiaohan didn't think that she had any advantage in coming in more than four days before other monks, and faintly felt that she had wasted nearly three days, but where was the waste She frowned and thought about it, looking back at the distance she had flown over, and suddenly, she almost jumped out in frustration, she remembered what the giant had said when she had just left the third level, and remembered her own contemplation, she had only pondered for a moment, and she had just frowned.
She had fifty-two hours, time to get acquainted with the place, but she had used it too much, but fortunately, it was still too late. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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