Each bubble contains a powerful arcane bondage, and the very hard feathers on the three-headed vultures are unstoppable in the face of large and small bubbles, and become as soft as a sponge.

Countless bubbles rushed into the dense flock of vultures, and they swayed from the sky with an unpleasant scream, and feathers fluttered all over the sky, looking like balloons floating in the air from a distance.

The old priest watched the scene in front of him with his eyes firmly fixed on the scene in front of him, and fell silent, and when he saw the three-headed vulture still alive falling from the sky like rain, his doubts were even more in his heart.

"I said Salsa, why don't you hurry up and just kill them, use this...... What is the use of this bubble?" muttered the old priest.

At this moment, although surrounded by a large number of falling three-headed vultures, Salsa's expression was calm, and the dense three-headed vultures had already formed a thick meat pad on the ground.

The fall of their companions did not make the three-headed vultures retreat, but even made the three-headed vultures even more crazy and brutal, rushing towards Salsa one by one.

The number of the three-headed vultures was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, when suddenly a dozen or so large three-headed vultures let out a scream and rushed towards Salsa.

But it didn't take long for the dozen or so three-headed vultures to end up in the same fate as their companions, their bodies bound in by bubbles, and then fell from the sky.

The rest of the three vultures all retreated to safety, staring at Salsa viciously with bloodthirsty pupils.

Salsha's palm let go, and a nine-edged silver pheasant knife immediately formed, turning into a silver and striking at the three-headed vulture.

"Boom!"

The nine-edged silver pheasant knife struck the neck of the three-headed vulture, and two of the three vultures fainted in fright.

Salsa muttered to herself, "I don't want to hurt you, but you need to be quiet now. ”

But the three-headed vulture didn't seem to listen to Salsa's good words, as if enraged, and let out a roar in the sky, and with its mouth open, a beam of light shot furiously at Salsa.

Salsa's face was calm, and she swirled her nine-edged silver pheasant knife to smash the beam of light spit out by the three-headed vulture king away.

At the same time, Salsa conjured up a huge bubble and enveloped all three vultures, leaving not one left.

The three-headed vulture seemed to let out a strange scream, and its pupils stared fearfully at the arcane bubble created by Salsa, and a trace of fear arose in its heart.

Immediately, the three vultures flapped their wings one after another, and the wind tried to fan away Salsa's big bubbles.

Salsa simply lowered the large bubble, which passed directly through the bodies of the three-headed vultures, and then continued to swell, expand.

The three vultures let out an unwilling scream, and then the huge weight of the big bubble that enveloped the three vultures fell heavily to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Salsa said in a loud voice: "Now, I have wronged you to stay in the bubble, and I will return your freedom when the time comes!"

"The reason why Salsa doesn't want to hurt them is because I hate killing and love peace as much as the Earth Dragons, isn't this the rule of the Earth Dragons?"

The ancient dragon raised his head, looked the little girl up and down, and then exhaled and said slowly: "It seems that you are really a smart little fellow, the priest is really right, you have a kind heart, this is my test for you, you have successfully passed the test, congratulations." ”

"This ...... You can teach me that! That's great, brother, they'll be happy. ”

The old priest looked at the lively girl in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, under the guidance of the ancient dragon, Salsa began to practice the secret techniques of the Earth Dragons, and of course, together with her sect beast, the Nine-Tailed Silver Cat, they would soon set off for the city of Saysus, where they would play an important role in the final battle of Saysus......

Territory of the Arts, outside the city of Saissus.

Suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a dull thunder exploded from the sky, and at this moment the sky and the earth were dark, and lightning seemed to be intertwined into a cobweb under the dark clouds.

Soon after, raindrops the size of beans fell wildly from the sky, and it began to rain so hard that there was no one to be seen in the streets of the city of Saissus, only the raindrops the size of beans washing the dirty streets that had been splashed by the battle.

At this moment, in the sky above the field outside the city of Saysus, the thick cloud suddenly cracked, and only a yellowish light flashed away, and a figure floated below the thick dark cloud.

The figure was a clay emissary, and as soon as the rain approached his body, it was scattered around him by an invisible force, and it could not be contaminated with him at all, and he just stood under the lightning and looked down at the purgatory bringer below.

Purgatory was suspended in the sky, his closed eyes slowly opened, looking at the clay emissary in the distance and smiling: "Oh hehehe, are you afraid? Come and hit me, or oh hehehe, I'll go?" As soon as the words fell, Purgatory's body turned into an afterimage and disappeared, appearing behind the clay messenger a few seconds later.

"Good TM speed!" Besai King, who was watching the battle, suddenly became extremely serious.

The airship turned on the rainy weather mode, and the members of the Monster Thieves let the rain wash their bodies on the deck and watched the situation ahead.

At the same time, there were also magicians on the ground one after another, who quickly came behind Morvidale and the others, looking at each other with solemn expressions.

"Be careful, everyone, don't get hurt by mistake!"

The people of the Monster Thieves were full of vigilance, and in the hands of the first mate Brad, the magic crystal crossbow was ready.

The clay sculpture messenger was not touched by a drop of water in the wind and rain, his eyes slowly swept from purgatory, and a different smile finally appeared on his plain face, and said, "It seems that you are still so evil and stubborn. A force suddenly filled the surroundings of the clay emissary.

"Well, yes, I've been sealed for more than a thousand years, I'm still the same me, and I won't change for another thousand or ten thousand years...... You, on the other hand, don't look as imposing as you used to be. ”

"Hmph, you won't have another chance to escape the seal, it's your end, Purgatory. ”

"Oh? ”

"If you go back and atone for your sins now, I can still let you go to hell comfortably. ”。

At this moment, the rain stopped, as if all the flames of purgatory had been evaporated, and then a gust of wind in the sky blew away the clouds, and the clay emissary and the purgatory bringer looked at each other, and two different arcane energies emerged at both ends.

A vicious battle is inevitable.