Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 522: Challenging the Lord of Black Flame (1)

There were burning torches hanging on the walls on both sides of the passage, and the flames showed a strange black light, illuminating every corner of the maze. The beating sound of the flames echoed in the empty passage, giving people an uneasy feeling. The ground was covered with thick dust, and with every step he took, Xingluo could hear the echo of his footsteps, as if countless eyes were watching him in the darkness.

The maze was filled with various traps and mechanisms. Some of the stone slabs on the ground were loose. Once stepped on, they would trigger the sharp blades or poison arrows hidden in the wall. Xingluo moved forward cautiously, stopping from time to time to check the ground to make sure he would not step into a trap. His fingers touched the wall lightly, feeling the faint vibrations between the stone bricks, and used this to judge the danger ahead.

Xingluo was walking in the narrow passage of the maze when he suddenly felt the stone slab under his feet sink slightly. He immediately stopped and became alert. He bent down and gently pried up a stone slab with a dagger, and found a complex mechanism hidden underneath. This mechanism was connected to the poison arrows in the wall. As long as he stepped on it with a little force, the poison arrows in the wall would shoot out instantly.

Xingluo took out a stone and placed it meticulously on the loose stone slab. He immediately heard a "swoosh" sound, and several poisonous arrows shot out from the wall and stuck into the opposite stone wall, making a "puff" sound. He breathed a sigh of relief, bypassed the stone slab, and continued to move forward. For him, these were all compulsory courses. He didn't know how many similar traps he had set up before. When he was not yet a magician, he had already been able to set these, so it was extremely easy to crack them.

On the way forward, Xingluo found a seemingly peaceful passage, but he felt a dangerous atmosphere in the air. He squatted down and carefully observed the ground and walls, and found several tiny holes on the ground and some tiny cracks on the walls.

Xingluo realized that this was a sharp blade whirlwind trap. Once triggered, sharp blades would shoot out from the walls and the ground, forming a deadly whirlwind in the narrow passage. He took out a long stick and swung it hard, touching a floor tile in the middle of the passage. In an instant, sharp blades shot out from all directions, spinning in the passage, making a sharp whistling sound.

Xingluo stopped at a corner, waiting for the power of the sharp blade whirlwind to gradually weaken. After a few minutes, the whirlwind stopped, and the sharp blades were recovered into the wall and the ground. Xingluo patiently bypassed these holes, like an experienced adventurer, continuing to explore forward.

At a fork in the road, Xingluo chose a seemingly spacious passage. This passage was wide and flat, and there seemed to be no danger. However, Xingluo did not let down his guard. He tapped the wall lightly with his dagger and heard a hollow echo.

He pushed aside a seemingly ordinary wall brick and found a secret door hidden inside. Behind the secret door was a narrow passage, the bottom of which was covered with thick dust, but Xingluo keenly noticed that there were some tiny footprints under the dust, and it was obvious that someone had passed by here.

Xingluo entered the secret door and walked along the narrow passage. Suddenly, he felt his feet go empty and he almost fell into a hidden trap well. This trap well was bottomless and the well wall was covered with sharp stone spikes. If you fall into it, you will definitely die.

Xingluo quickly grabbed the protrusions on both sides of the passage and used his strength to stabilize his body. He retreated to the entrance of the passage without any deformation, and observed the ground under his feet again, and found that several tiles were slightly higher, which were obviously the trigger points of the hidden mechanism.

He used his dagger to knock on the high floor tiles, destroying them one by one to ensure that the trap would not be triggered again. Then, Xingluo used the protrusions on both sides of the passage to jump over the trap well and continued forward.

Deep in the maze, Xingluo encountered a hall full of statues. Each statue held a flamethrower, and once the mechanism was triggered, the flames would cover the entire hall. He carefully observed the pattern on the ground and found that the tiles between the statues formed a complex maze.

Xingluo took a deep breath and walked slowly and carefully along the pattern, trying to avoid stepping on hidden traps. He calculated every step carefully, his eyes fixed on the patterns on the ground. Despite this, his heart was still beating violently, as if a deadly fire would be triggered in the next second.

After passing through countless traps, Xingluo found some ancient statues deep in the maze. These statues were warriors who had challenged the Lord of Black Flame but failed. Their faces were distorted, and their bodies were eroded by the power of darkness, becoming eternal guardians. Xingluo felt a chill, and these statues seemed to warn him of the danger ahead.

After passing through several complicated passages, Xingluo came to a huge hall. In the center of the hall was a magnificent altar, on which a ball of black flames burned, and a vague figure could be seen in the flames. Xingluo knew that this was where the Lord of Black Flame was.

The hall was surrounded by high stone walls, which were engraved with ancient runes and patterns, telling the legend of the Lord of Black Flame. The stone walls were also inlaid with many gems, which emitted a strange light, illuminating the entire hall. The floor was covered with a thick red carpet, which was embroidered with complex patterns and symbols, as if some mysterious power was flowing through it.

Xingluo approached the altar and felt a strong sense of oppression. He took a deep breath, clenched the dark sword in his hand, and prepared for the upcoming battle. He knew that this moment would determine whether he could obtain the power of the Lord of Black Flame, and also determine his fate.

As Xingluo approached, the black flames on the altar gradually became more intense, and the figure in the flames gradually became clearer. A tall figure slowly walked out of the flames, his eyes flashing a deep red light, and his body was burning with blazing black flames. The Lord of Black Flame's deep voice echoed in the hall: "Young adventurer, why are you here?"

Xingluo answered fearlessly: "I come to seek power, and I am willing to pay the price."

The Lord of Black Flame laughed a deep laugh, and the flames danced with his laughter. "Very good, since you are so determined, I will give you a chance. But remember, power is not easily gained, and the price is much heavier than you think."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames of the Lord of Black Flame suddenly surged, and the entire hall was shrouded in dark flames. The air was filled with heat and oppression. Xingluo held the sword tightly, his heart full of determination and courage. He knew that the next battle would be a difficult one, but he was ready to meet all these challenges with his own strength and wisdom.