Corridor on the left.
This place no longer looks like a living thing, but more like an oven buried deep underground.
The surrounding Flesh Wall has long been carbonized, showing a charred rock texture, covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The Crimson-colored magma - or the God King hot arterial blood, slowly flows in the Rift, releasing a high temperature that is enough to melt golden iron.
Iron Bull's naked upper body had already been soaked with sweat, and was evaporated by the high temperature in an instant, leaving only a layer of white salt particles.
Every time he took a step, the scorched earth under his feet would make an overwhelming crackling sound.
The gravity here is a hundred times that outside.
If it were an ordinary Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist, he would probably have his spine broken as soon as he stepped into this place, but for Innate Divine Strength's Iron Bull, it happened to be a long-lost relief.
"Breathe... breathe..."
Iron Bull adjusted his breathing rhythm, and the sound was as dull as a bellows.
The Cast Iron Great Hammer in his hand turned red under the high temperature and even began to soften slightly.
In front, is a huge Spherical Cavity.
In the center of the cavity, there is a forging platform made of countless bones suspended.
Under the forging table, there was not a flame, but a dark red Flesh Ball that was pulsing violently. Every time it pulsed, it would spit out purple Demonic Fire, calcining an unknown Black Metal on the table.
And beside the forging platform, stood a skinless giant.
The giant was three feet tall, with exposed muscle fibers all over his body, like twisted steel cables.
He didn't have a hammer in his hand, but directly used his huge fists to hit the piece of Black Metal again and again.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Every punch landed would create a shock wave visible to the naked eye, making the surrounding rock walls tremble.
Iron Bull stopped.
In the pair of Ox Eyes, which were always honest and godless, at this moment, the figure of the giant was reflected, revealing an obsession, and Fighting Spirit.
The giant seemed to sense the intruder, and slowly stopped his movements and turned around.
It was a face without Five Senses, only a huge One-Eyed burning with flames.
"Ho--!"
The giant roared with a sound like thunder.
He didn't waste any time, he directly grabbed the red-hot piece of metal on the forging table and threw it at Iron Bull like a stone.
The metal block was the size of a millstone, drawing a sad red line in the air.
Iron Bull does not retreat but advances.
He stamped his foot violently and the ground cracked.
The softened Cast Iron Great Hammer in his hand was rounded by his hands, and with an aura that wanted to smash the world to pieces, he blasted it towards the flying metal block.
"Open!"
This is the first word Iron Bull has said since entering this place.
Boom--!!!
Cast Iron Great Hammer completely shattered at the moment of contact, turning into countless splashes of molten metal.
But this violent force also smashed the piece of Black Metal back.
Iron Bull The flesh on both arms was cracked and bleeding, but he was smiling.
That's the excitement of meeting someone of the same kind.
He threw away the half-shaped hammer handle and strode towards the giant.
Although he is a Mute, and although he only works hard on weekdays, he also has a good idea in his heart.
His way lies in this pair of fists, in this hard-fought collision.
In this world without words, fists are the best way to communicate.
A flash of surprise flashed through the giant One-Eyed, and then it turned into even more violent anger.
He waved his giant fists that could crack mountains and rocks, and rushed towards this tiny challenger.
Iron Bull took a deep breath, and the muscles around his body bulged like rocks, giving off a layer of bronze luster.
This is a sign that Indestructible Vajra Body has been pushed to the extreme.
Two pure powers Monster, in this Underground Furnace, collided hard.
Middle corridor.
Compared to the heat over there at Iron Bull, here it is deathly cold and cold.
This kind of cold is not the cold wind in winter, but a kind of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow.
The surrounding Flesh Wall showed a dead gray color, covered with translucent mucus, like traces left by some kind of soft-bodied reptile.
Old Yan walks very slowly.
He didn't light a fire, because in a place like this, the light would only make him a target.
His turbid old eyes turned into a strange gray-white color in the darkness, and his pupils stood up like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity.
There is no sound here.
It was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of your own blood flowing.
But in Old Yan's perception, this place is very lively.
There were tiny, dense crawling sounds everywhere in the walls, above the head, and in the shadows under the feet.
That's a parasite.
God King Parasites in the body.
Suddenly, Old Yan stopped.
He slowly took off the Pipe Bowl from his waist and tapped it on the sole of his shoe.
"Come out." Old Yan's voice was hoarse, echoing in this dead corridor, "You have followed us all the way, don't you feel tired?"
No one answered.
Only the scalp-numbing crawling sound suddenly stopped.
The next moment.
Poof!
A Black Shadow shot out from the Flesh Wall on the left and went straight to Old Yan's throat.
It was an insect the size of a human face, with sharp mouthparts and countless legs, and its carapace was covered with disgusting patterns.
Old Yan didn't even look at it, he just picked up the Boning Knife in his hand casually.
Swish.
The insect was accurately cut in half in mid-air, and before the black-green juice could splash onto Old Yan, he kicked it away.
But this is just the beginning.
With the death of the first bug, it was like poking a hornet's nest.
Swish, swish, swish...
The surrounding Flesh Wall instantly came to life.
Thousands of identical parasites burst out of the wall, like a black tide, overwhelmingly rushing toward Old Yan.
Faced with this scene that is enough to make people suffer from trypophobia, Old Yan smiled.
His old wrinkled face showed a look of nostalgia.
"I remember back in Bingchen Prison, old man, didn't I see anything disgusting?"
Old Yan held the bent Pipe Bowl in his mouth, but did not light it.
A faint layer of Gray Mist suddenly filled the area around his body.
That's Death Qi.
He also spent his whole life in Heavenly Prison, collecting and refining the unique Divine Ability--Yama Veil bit by bit from those death row prisoners Demon.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
"It just so happens that my knife, old man, may not have seen blood for a long time."
The figure of Old Yan becomes blurred in Gray Mist.
The next moment, the sword light was like rain.
Every flash of sword light was accompanied by the tragic death of a parasite.
Old Yan does not have any big moves. His movements are extremely small, extremely fast, and extremely precise.
He is strolling in Corpse Tide.
The road paved with insect corpses is treading underfoot, and the knife in his hand is like the sickle of death, harvesting these greedy lives.
But under the cover of these insect corpses, his gray-white eyes were always staring at the deepest part of the corridor.
There, there was a larger and colder shadow that was slowly waking up.
"It turns out it's you..."
Old Yan narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly surged.
"I let you run away back then, but now, let's settle the accounts clearly."
With a flash of his body, he unexpectedly rushed towards the deepest part of the insect wave. A faint, palpitating light appeared on the Boning Knife.
Three forked roads, three battlefields.
Everyone is facing their own disaster and striving for their own destiny.
And Fang Mo is standing in front of Bone Stair that leads to the core.
He didn't look back.
He knows that whether it is Iron Bull, Old Yan or Da Gui, they are not chicks that need human care.
Since you have chosen this path, let's climb it separately.
Fang Mo raised his foot and stepped on the white Bone Stair.
"Li Mingyue."
"Here."
"No matter what you see later, don't vomit."
"... go away."
The two of them walked one behind the other, their figures gradually disappearing into the deep darkness, leaving only the increasingly clear sound of their heartbeats, like war drums, echoing in their ears.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.