But I did not expose his lie immediately, but asked, "So, you didn't continue to follow after you arrived at the Temple of Ten Thousand Poisons. How did you know the following situation?"

"I have this..." As if I had prepared for it, the legend of decay took out a mirror from my backpack. It was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"What's this?"

"Eye of possession." The decayed legend said: "As long as I point the light in the mirror at a player or a monster, I can see everything he sees through the mirror. But the player I possess now has died, so I can't see anything."

First there was the Seven Orifices Linglong Tower, but now there was an eye of possession. There were really many good things on the body of the decayed legend.

Even though he made up the whole thing up, I still felt that there was something wrong with his words.

But no matter what, my curiosity about the Flame Demon has exceeded all my suspicions. I pointed to the big hole covered with magma and asked, "That hole should also lead to the palace below, why can't we go down from there?"

"You get closer and feel it."

The legend of decay pointed forward and said to me.

I walked forward dozens of meters, and a high-speed airflow sound similar to that of the aircraft engine came from my ears. Moreover, in the big hole where the magma was gushing, I could see some tiny things flying out of it from time to time.

"This place is indeed connected to the following." The Legend of Decay stood behind me and explained to me: "But you also saw that with the wind at the entrance of the cave, it is impossible to get in."

"As for the elevator there, it is for Zoroastrians to enter and exit the main hall, and they can go down smoothly into the underground palace. I saw those players install some mechanisms on the wall, and with the help of those mechanisms, we can also go down smoothly."

"That group of players also went for the Fire Demon?" Ling'er asked.

I also want to ask this question. If we worked hard to reach the old nest of the Fire Demon Land, we found that we were taken the lead, we would be unhappy.

Those players have been in for so long before us and have a large number of people. If they have succeeded, we will never be able to force them to grab them.

"Don't worry." The decayed legend said: "In my opinion, those guys are just going in to level up and hunt for treasures, otherwise they would have returned to collect broken crystals long ago. There are so many of them, and there is no reason to be like us, and we are worried that the round trip will take too long."

"Go to such a dangerous place to level up? Isn't it more convenient to be outside?" Ling'er asked again.

"The reason is very simple." The decayed legend said with a joke: "The monsters in this Fierce Wind Path have the same level from beginning to end. But the deeper they go, the higher the experience value of the monster will be. Can you imagine that the experience value is equal to level 80, but it is only equivalent to the combat power of a level 50 monster? Walking from here is definitely a prime location for level grading, and the deeper the better."

"Since that's the case, why don't we go here for now?"

"How could I know then!" said the decaying legend in grievance: "When I knew about this, we had been going forward for four days. If we turned back at that time, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

"So, now we will gain more experience than that path we take?"

"Not necessarily." The legend of the decay said: "Although there are many monsters here, the road is much shorter than that there. But we have to walk back and forth twice. If you don't want to waste time, we can sneak over the first time."

"Let's take one step at a time." There are so many evasive things in the words of the decadent legend, and he really can't convince me completely. The best thing is to take a look at it with your own eyes and then judge what to do next.

It would be best if this kid didn't lie to me, otherwise I would let him go without a fight.

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We jumped onto the round elevator and we easily cleaned up several Zoroastrians on it.

The legend of the decay is that there are magic weapons like the Seven Orifices Linglong Tower, of course, he is responsible for transporting the soul into the mechanism. Of course, Ling'er is not the turn of physical work like the shaking mechanism, so I naturally do it. Ling'er takes out his bow and arrow and solves the Zoropatra members who are shooting around at any time. Only then can we be prepared to go to the underground palace.

The legend of the decay stood in front of the mechanism and did not rush to transport the soul. Instead, he took out his seven-orbital Linglong Tower and tied it to his back with a rope.

"What are you doing? Do you want to learn to carry a stone turtle in the tower?"

Looking at the strange behavior of the rotten legend, Ling'er asked curiously.

"You don't know, the wind below is really big." The decayed legend explained: "I did this to add some weight to my body. Don't look at the small size of this Seven-Orbital Linglong Tower, but after I took it out of my backpack, the weight of the things contained in it will be reflected on the tower. If it presses me, I won't be blown away by the wind."

"What should we do?" Ling'er asked.

"Don't you have that infinity skill?" I said to Ling'er: "Just put the spider silk out, stick yourself to the ground, and then slowly move forward."

"Smart!" Ling'er smiled slightly, and two strands of spider silk floated out of her wrists, one end stuck to our belt and the other end stuck to the ground. In this way, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not be able to blow us up.

"There's no problem." Looking back at Ling'er, I said again: "You'd better change to a heavier equipment."

"Why?" Ling'er pulled the spider silk on her waist and said to me: "This spider silk is very solid and should not be so easy to blow off."

"Cough!" I coughed and said softly: "The legend has repeatedly emphasized that the wind is very strong below. Although I don't believe how destructive the airflow can be, if you wear a skirt, wouldn't you want to learn from Marilyn Monroe and play with a flying skirt?

It doesn't matter if you see it for me. But there is a super big light bulb next to it. And maybe there are other players below, so I don't want Ling'er to be exposed and seen by other men.

Ling'er's face suddenly turned red to the base of her neck. Although the hunting suit she wore was good, it was indeed a super short ground skirt. If the wind was really stronger, it would inevitably be blown over.

Seeing the decay legend looking straight at his skirt, as if he had begun to imagine what it was when it was blown up, Ling'er quickly came out of her backpack and quickly put it on her legs.

It was not until all these were prepared that the Legend of Decay began to put his hand on the mechanism in the elevator, and then took out the potion with the other hand. He was ready to replenish the insufficient soul at any time.

There is a shaking handle on the wall of this circular elevator. It can only shake when the mechanism in the center is full of souls, controlling the rise and fall of the elevator.

Although the shaking handle didn't look too big, I reached out and tried it, and it still took a lot of effort to turn it. After all, this thing is still made of stone. Even if there is no human being inside, no one should think of pulling it.

As I kept moving my hands, I could clearly feel that the stone platform we were standing on was moving downwards. From time to time, the sound of rocks roaring came from around me, as if it was caused by the friction between the elevator and the surrounding rocks.

With a violent shaking, the elevator seemed to have reached the bottom of the passage.

The legend of the decay took back the numb and shook the hand. He took out a lot of things from his backpack, turned his head to Ling'er and said, "Just just now, my sister-in-law stuck herself with spider silk, which gave me an inspiration. Some of my friends here helped me make the flooring stuff, which can be used for use."

"What kind of mess is this?" Ling'er asked with a frown when she looked at the pile of "trash" on the ground.

"This is the best safety facility!" said the Decayed Legend: "Look, I'll demonstrate it to you."

He picked up something like a leather belt from the ground, but it looked very wide, much wider than any belt, half a foot in size. It could almost wrap the entire abdomen.

"Come on, put it on. This is what my friend did when I first learned to control the sword. He said that I would not fall from the sky and make a seat belt for me specifically. But it is too heavy and I have never used it."

Ling'er and I looked at each other, and as the guy looked, they took one and tied it around their waists.

This thing is really hard and the portion is quite heavy. After wearing it, we found that there is a metal cable as thick as a thumb on both sides of the play, and a metal hook on the head of the rope.

In addition to these, there is an iron ring on the front and back of the belt, which seems to be used to hang things. There is also a row of things like pockets in front of the waist, which looks particularly weird.

"Hahahaha!" Ling'er suddenly pointed at me and laughed, covering her mouth and said, "You don't look like a Taoist priest like this, you are just an electrician who crawled electric poles."

"Don't laugh at other people's electricians, the working people are glorious!" I coughed twice, not saying that Ling'er looks similar to mine.

But seeing her sternly inserting her feather arrow into the belt, it seemed that the pockets in front seemed to be specially prepared for her to load arrows.

"Is this hunter the person who made this belt?" I asked casually.

"How do you know?"

I was dizzy. It seemed that this thing was not used as a seat belt for the decayed legend, but the hunter prepared a special quiver for himself in order to facilitate climbing onto the trees to level up. But then again, it may be really suitable to use this place.
Chapter completed!