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Although these holy beasts made Mo Nanfeng feel a little scared at first, when the real battle started, his sword was still fast, accurate and ruthless.

Many holy beasts were chopped into pieces by Mo Nanfeng at just one encounter.

The horrible wailing sounded from underground again and lasted for a long time.

Soon, all the holy beasts were chopped into pieces by him, and a very dark road appeared in front of him.

Narrowing his eyes, Mo Nanfeng held the sword that was still dripping with blood and walked towards the deeper abyss step by step.

If I don't leave, I can only stay here. If I move forward, I might meet Xiao, Ying, Paimon and others.

But what Mo Nanfeng didn't know was that they were not in the same place at all.

And the road he was heading towards was...a deeper abyss.

......

At night, in the Hall of Rebirth.

Although Finnina was casting the Seven Divine Summons with Keqing and Hu Tao, she kept looking towards the door, expecting Mo Nanfeng to walk in with a bunch of snacks in the next second.

But as time goes by, expectations are turning into irritability and depression, and the chess game that was originally a big win at the poker table is also heading towards a big defeat.

As the last card was cleared, Funina looked up at the time, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm going to rest first, you guys play."

After saying that, Funina smiled apologetically, then got up and went back to her and Mo Nanfeng's room.

In the hall, Keqing looked at the closed door, turned to look at Hu Tao who was finishing up her card game, and asked, "Mr. Zhongli and Mr. Wendy haven't come back yet?"

This question did not bother Hu Tao. She put her hands on her hips and replied, "The guest official often goes out late at night. Wendy came to see him this time. I guess he went out to catch up with the old times."

Pursing her lips, Keqing pinched her chin and began to think about some small problems.

Earlier, Qixing had doubted Zhongli's identity, guessing that he should be an immortal who lived in seclusion and was a very respected person among the immortals.

Now, based on this speculation, Keqing came to a small conclusion. Something big must have happened in the Layered Abyss, something that alarmed the immortals to deal with.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Qun Yu Pavilion not to respond now.

But now she really couldn't spare the time to go and see her, after all, she had promised Mo Nanfeng to help him take good care of Funina.

In the room, after taking a bath, Funina curled up in bed, thinking about Mo Nanfeng...

Lying sideways, she looked at the ever-changing night scene outside the window, calculating the time bit by bit, and fell asleep unknowingly.

......

Taking a step forward, Mo Nanfeng walked into a dark, empty cave.

(The sound is getting closer, but why does it still feel so far away?)

The doubts in his mind could not answer his current situation, because he saw the monster appear again.

Gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, Mo Nanfeng didn't even look at it. He raised the sword and a dozen ice blades flew out, chopping the nameless monster that appeared again into pieces.

After doing all this, Mo Nanfeng still stood there, waiting for the next passage to appear.

He has already regarded his current situation as a game of clearing levels, and only by killing all the enemies in the level can he reach the last place.

I just don’t know how long this fight will end, so we can only wait.

As he waited, Mo Nanfeng became a little confused and couldn't help but laugh.

He rummaged through his pockets, took out the pocket watch he always carried with him, opened it and took a look.

The first thing that came to my mind was naturally the handsome photo of Fu Fu, which was very nice and pleasing to the eyes.

Two fifty-five...

Seeing this time, Mo Nanfeng couldn't help but stiffen, feeling that the abyss was more terrifying than he had imagined.

According to his own perception, it would definitely not take more than an hour.

When he flew into the abyss, the sun had not yet set...

Mo Nanfeng quickly put away the pocket watch, calmed himself down, and began to move back and forth in the empty cave, looking for the most likely way out.

I don’t know how long it took, but the cracks on the ground made by the swords had all intertwined together, revealing an invisible pressure.

From time to time, the sounds of Ying and Xiao fighting and Paimon calling passed by his ears, but he just couldn't find the specific location, which made Mo Nanfeng feel very uncomfortable.

Looking up at the equally dark cave ceiling, Mo Nanfeng thought for a moment and slashed upward with an ice blade.

After a long time, when no ice blade appeared, he spread his wings of wind and flew towards the top of the darkness.

If the front, back, left, and right are blocked, then the only thing left is up and down.

......

On the other side, Ying, who fought hard, finally defeated the monster that appeared in this round.

Now, in this cave, the corpses of monsters have piled up into a small hill, and various kinds of blood have mixed together, emitting a strange glow.

At this time, Ying felt that her body had reached the end of its strength, and the continuous fighting had consumed a huge amount of her physical strength.

Behind her, Paimon was massaging Ying's shoulders to make her tense muscles feel more comfortable.

"Paimon, today is the eighth day...

I think we can't get out." For some reason, Ying suddenly felt a sense of relief.

After realizing this dangerous thought, Ying hurriedly shook her head, trying to make herself more sober, but she didn't know how long this clarity would last.

After a few seconds, Ying realized something was wrong and looked back hurriedly.

Paimon didn't answer her just now, which is not normal!

Turning back, Ying's pupils continued to dilate, and she saw the most incredible thing.

The one who had been massaging her shoulders from behind was not Paimon, but... an Apostle of the Abyss.

He quickly somersaulted backwards twice, holding the sword in his hand, and looked coldly at the Apostle of the Abyss.

"Where's Paimon?"

The Apostle of the Abyss summoned a purple book and chanted a torturous spell mixed with his difficult words.

"Your Highness, I didn't see that little guy when I came here.

But, dear Princess, please serve the Abyss..."

......

After several battles, Ying covered her numb chest and barely supported her body that was about to fall.

Under normal circumstances, she could easily defeat an Apostle of the Abyss with just a few strikes.

But after eight days of continuous fighting, she no longer had the strength to do so.

After steadying himself, Ying asked coldly, "What is your purpose?"

"Purpose? Princess, this is not the purpose. This is the end we are pursuing together."

The end?

"Anyway, you will follow me back to the abyss soon. Your Highness misses you very much."

Hearing the title of "Your Highness the Prince", Ying was stunned. That was how these abyss monsters addressed their brother.

"What end?"

Waving the book in his hand, the Apostle of the Abyss spoke some difficult to understand words.

“Sumeru once used the terminal created by the World Tree to collect power, and the great sinner used it to create nightmares.

This huge rock abyss is nothing more than a trial field.

If the experimental results are perfect, nightmare will cover the entire Teyvat. At that time, even the justice of heaven will be nothing more than nutrient for the abyss.

Princess, embracing the abyss and serving the abyss is the way out. "