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The vision fell into darkness, and the sky swirled around him.

Warcraft Forest, return to silence.

On the ground, there were a pair of footprints left, and there was no trace of people in the grass in front of them.

It's as if some guy is running here and evaporating out of thin air.

Sou......

A light breeze blows, and the bushes make a brushing sound.

"Huh, huh, can this kid really run!"

A figure swept by, his body wrapped with cyan light, and his fighting spirit was uncertain.

When Polly arrived, he stopped abruptly and frowned suspiciously.

He sniffed vigorously and muttered, "Strange? The smell is gone? ”

"Impossible, right? He used that weird flying magic again and escaped? ”

Polly pondered, gritted his teeth, and said, "No way! I've been paying attention to my surroundings, and that kid definitely hasn't left, it's around here! ”

He clenched his spear vigilantly, his eyes scanned around with bright eyes, and he said to himself, "Where is it?" Invisibility? Hmph, stop pretending, get out of here! ”

After waiting for about a minute, there was no movement except for the wind and grass.

No matter how strong Polly's faith was, he couldn't help but become suspicious.

'Could it be that I guessed wrong?' Did he really use flying magic and escaped? ’

After a careful turn around the neighborhood, Polly made a new discovery.

A line of footprints suddenly broke in the middle, as if the person had disappeared out of thin air.

Polly snorted and said hatefully, "Really? That kid uses flying magic, I should be able to see it, why is the smell gone? ”

He looked around in horror.

The Warcraft Forest at night is quiet, and with those strange insect chirps, it makes people feel worried.

Polly wanted to leave, but just like that, how could he face the stingers?

It's really not good, break the jar and run away?

The moment this thought appeared, Polly shook his head, and he looked ruthless: "If you want to run, you have to take back the space ring of the flame thorn and run again!" ”

He sneered and hooked the corners of his mouth, and said sinisterly: "Yan Thorn, don't think I don't know, there is not only a holy pattern atlas in it, but also your net worth for half a lifetime!" ”

"I don't believe it, the little guy of the Blood Tiger can fly away right under my nose. It must be invisible magic, let's compare, who is more patient! ”

After making up his mind, Polly sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate his fighting spirit.

During the cultivation process, he pricked up his ears and paid attention to the wind and grass around him.

Once Richard shows up, he will be discovered.

Polly's spear, buzzing and vibrating, seemed to remind its master that it needed to drink fresh blood.

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The temperature dropped sharply, and it was extremely cold.

Richard shuddered and wrapped his magic robes tightly, though it didn't help.

When I looked up, it was pitch black, like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky.

Occasionally, there would be a thunderous sound of lightning and thunder, and there were huge bones everywhere, and there was a terrifying magical aura.

OK...

The dragon wasn't there.

He quickly calmed down and rushed towards the route he remembered, straight towards the eight-winged angel.

The Breath of the Underworld left on the Sacred Atlas was less than the last time, and it could only last for four minutes.

Every minute and second is precious, and Richard is out of breath when he runs, and even the wound on his shoulder is broken, and he doesn't realize it.

Half a minute later.

He found the bronze platform, the bronze pillar, and the dying angel bound by thick iron chains.

Richard's eyes lit up with joy, and he sat down in the icy river water, forcing himself into a meditative state.

A moment ago, he was still on the run, and suddenly regained his mood, and it was obviously difficult to meditate.

He wasted a precious minute before he felt the rich light element surging towards his body.

The divine power of the eight-winged angel is far higher than that of ordinary light attributes, and the wounds on Richard's body and the physical strength consumed are rapidly replenished under this ocean of divine power.

Like spring rain irrigating seedlings, the cells all over the body moan pleasantly.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

A black dot appeared in the sky, and the black dot grew larger and larger, and the size of the creature covered the sky, casting a pitch-black shadow that was unsettling.

A terrifying chill crept into his heart, he could no longer maintain a meditative state, opened his eyes and glanced up, and the cold hairs stood on the spot!

Magic Dragon! It's the damn dragon, it's so damn it's here again!

The demon dragon circled in the sky above, and there seemed to be no sign of leaving, and the huge dragon eyes burning with black flames stared at this side.

Slowly, the demon dragon lowered his height, and the powerful dragon power pressed his bones all over his body, and he instinctively crawled to the ground, unable to even raise his head.

As the demon dragon got closer and closer, Richard's body was stuck in the river, and if it weren't for the support of the Ares godhead, I am afraid it would have turned into a puddle of flesh.

He was terrified like never before.

I knew that it was better to fight to the death with Polly, the other party was only level seven, and there was always a glimmer of hope.

But in the face of the demon dragon, this monster of the minimum saint level, there is no other result than death.

Richard swallowed in despair, his face a little fanciful, and looked at the eight-winged angel.

"We're all two-legged humanoids, can you give us some face and get rid of that old monster?"

He didn't give much hope, just pure muttering.

However, I never expected...

The eight-winged angel opened his eyes.

The golden pupils, as if containing the light of the sun, swept towards the sky at will, and glanced coldly at the demon dragon.

The demon dragon stopped, and let out an earth-shattering roar!

The strong sound swept up the black river, and the wind pressure blew so that people could not open their eyes, and Richard grabbed the edge of the bronze stone platform so that it was not blown away.

When he came back to his senses, the wind and waves were calm, the black river was lonely again, and the demon dragon disappeared.

"Saved?"

He blinked suspiciously, could the birdman hear himself?

Looking closely, the eight-winged angel found that he was still looking up into the void, and it seemed that he had not noticed Richard's existence at all.

It's no wonder that QQ Penguin has said that as long as he is in the duration of the Breath of the Underworld, he is invisible and no one can see it.

'Seeing' can't be seen, but it doesn't mean that it can hide the perception of divine power.

A voice as warm as the sun, but with a thick and majestic voice, sounded directly in his head.

"Human, you're not Ares, who are you?"

There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

The Godhead can only have one master, and since Ares is not there, it means that he has fallen...

Richard suddenly shook his head, and bent over respectfully: "Senior, posterior Richard, a human being." ”

I don't know if the eight-winged angel could hear his words, but the latter still maintained the posture of looking up at the void, and after a long time, he sighed:

"You... Is it the heir of Ares' will? It's a pity, it's too weak. ”

The eight-winged angel frowned slightly, perhaps wondering, with Richard's low strength, how did he enter the underworld?

Richard said respectfully: "The kid rashly absorbed the divine power of his predecessors not long ago, and he was terrified, but I have no malicious intentions. ”

The eight-winged angel still didn't reply, and he fell into thought.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

There were only two minutes left in the Breath of the Underworld, and Richard's heart was dripping blood.

This guy won't be silent until the end of time, right?

Fortunately, the eight-winged angel suddenly said: "A weapon I once used, not far from the Canolan realm where you are, go find it." ”

"Until then, don't go into the underworld. The demon dragon has realized your existence, I have fallen into a deep sleep for too long, and my strength is not one in ten, and next time, I will not be able to protect you. ”

Richard was stunned, the weapon that the eight-winged angel used to use?

The things that Shen Yuan has used are artifacts, right?

His eyes burned a little, and he hurriedly thanked him, even though the other party might not be able to hear him.

However, the place he said is not far from the Kanolan realm, considering from the thinking of the gods, this is not far away, is it a hundred miles range, or ten thousand miles? Or, the whole kingdom of Marty...

Richard smiled bitterly: "I can't even escape from the Warcraft Forest now, I have no heart." You've always given me some strength so that I can go to find my baby. ”

At this time, the eight-winged angel showed a hint of remembrance, and said leisurely: "In that weapon, there are a lot of my remaining divine powers, I hope you can find it." ”

"Your strength is too weak now, and these can be regarded as a little help from me."

Anyway, the eight-winged angel has a mouth.

A spot of light the size of a grain of rice was spat out from it, and the dot of light slowly floated to Richard's side.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes were extremely hot, there was no doubt that that little point of light contained all divine power!

The point of light floated to his chest, corresponding to the Ares Godhead, and then the point of light seemed to come to life and burrowed into the skin.

Suddenly, Richard was shocked, as if he had been empowered.

A warm feeling filled the whole body, washing the bone marrow over and over again, and the body of the god of war, which was already copper and iron, was on a higher level.

The biggest benefit is the most important thing for magicians, magic crystals.

The light point is divided into a tenth and used to wash the bone marrow of the meridians.

The rest burrows into the heart and merges into the magic crystal.

A boiling golden vortex began to swirl inside.

As a result of the rotation, the capacity of the magic crystal increases. The fifth-level door is broken as soon as it rushes, heading towards the seventh-level.

At that moment, in the spiritual power world, two lush skill trees bloomed and grew new branches and leaves.

Richard, officially at level six!

He didn't have time to be happy, and he was engrossed in controlling the magic crystal, striving to break through the seventh-level moat!

This is a qualitative change, a qualitative change that belongs to the magician.

Gradually, he went from the beginning of the sixth level to the middle stage.

From the middle to the peak...

Everything was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

However, between the seventh and sixth levels, there is an unbridgeable gap, and the amount of divine power it consumes is massive.

What's more, this point of light spit out by the eight-winged angel is not pure divine power.

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