black!
The demonic blade, its surface as black as ink, sat silently in the center of the stone platform; no one knew what it was.
Yang Fan looked around and found that there was only this one stone platform in the shimmering middle level.
final.
After a moment's hesitation, Yang Fan lifted his foot and walked towards the stone steps.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the demonic blade on the stone platform trembled.
A terrifying force, forming ripple-like energy waves, bombarded him.
"puff!"
Yang Fan coughed up blood and was blasted hundreds of meters away.
"Cough cough! Holy crap... what... what the hell is this thing?"
Yang Fan coughed violently, his eyes filled with fear.
He hadn't even stepped onto the stone platform yet; he had only just touched the steps.
The demonic blade suddenly trembled.
How could such a tremor be so powerful?
This is... way too weird.
Suddenly, Yang Fan remembered the old man with the white bones from before, and a wicked laugh came to his mind.
Oh shit!
That old bastard is indeed full of evil schemes!
"Where did this brat come from, daring to approach me?"
The demonic blade on the stone platform emitted a mocking and laughing sound.
"Senior, what should I call you?"
Yang Fan was stunned.
Is this demonic sword actually a living thing?
But thinking about it, it makes sense. If even bones can talk, why can't a demonic sword speak?
"Kid, there's something special about you..."
"Well……"
"Do you want to go out?"
"think!"
Yang Fan became excited.
Originally, he was still filled with anger after being blasted away by the demonic blade.
Now, upon hearing that this demonic blade actually knew how to get out, Yang Fan's anger immediately turned into gratitude.
"Defeat me, and I'll tell you how to get out."
The Demon Blade spoke, his words full of mockery.
"Defeat you?"
Yang Fan was dumbfounded.
Just now, that demonic blade trembled slightly... almost killing him on the spot.
Now, it actually wants Yang Fan to defeat it?
That shows how much they think of him!
Besides, since we're already telling him how to get out, can't we just get along peacefully?
"What? You don't even have the courage to defeat me?"
"Yes! Absolutely! But give me some time!"
"Ha! Don't even mention a little time, I'll give you a million years!"
"..."
Yang Fan was speechless.
Is this judging someone by looking through a crack in the door, underestimating them?
A million years?
How could he live that long?
The lifespan of immortals is generally around 100,000 years.
If he were truly given a million years of lifespan, he would have become the Celestial Emperor of the Upper Realm long ago!
"Then I'll head back now, senior. I'll come back to challenge you again later."
"random!"
The demonic blade finished speaking and ignored Yang Fan.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan turned back.
Previously, he had walked seven circles to the left.
Now, if he walks seven laps to the right, he should be able to reach the first floor, right?
He's so smart!
"Huh! How come I'm back after only one walk?"
Yang Fan circled around and returned to the luminous stone wall where the white bones were.
Yang Fan's eyes widened instantly; he was dumbfounded.
"You're back?" came the old man's voice from among the bones.
"Yes, I'm back..."
"That's not right. I walked seven laps on the way there, but only one lap on the way back?"
Yang Fan voiced his doubts.
"..."
The old man among the skeletons was speechless.
"Senior, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Who told you that it takes seven laps to get into the middle level, and the same number to come back?"
"Isn't that so?"
Yang Fan gave an awkward smile, his face flushed.
It seems that getting into the middle level is difficult... but getting out is easy.
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