The semi-circular surface of the mountain is covered with a layer of dark grassy vegetation, and occasionally a swaying man-eating flower or two is hissing and emitting flames. In addition to this, there is a hollow hole in the ground, the edge is bare, only gray-yellow stones.

Grant fell, a hand caressing the hard rock. Touching it with your fingertips, you can clearly perceive that the stone is a little sticky and damp, and it also leaves behind the bodily fluids of individual demonic beasts. This kind of bodily fluid is difficult to eliminate, and it is mainly used to warn other demonic beasts that this is their territory, and if they come in, it will definitely be an act of looking for death.

He closed his eyes, and a spiritual force condensed from his smooth forehead to form spikes, and slowly explored inward. Perceived, you can clearly know what kind of thing is inside. Moreover, since Grant was promoted to the fifth rank, he knew that there were only a few places on the Black Mountain Island that could threaten him, and there was no need to go there for the time being.

The spiritual power is like an invisible tentacle, slowly extending inward. All the stones and ordinary reptiles that come across, none of them can escape the perception, but when they move forward to a zigzag intestine, the spiritual power encounters an invisible film, which forcibly blocks their progress. This feeling was undoubtedly another powerful spiritual fluctuation, although it was weaker than himself, it was also a quasi-fifth-order top.

Grant knew that it should be the dwelling of the wurm in front of him, and there were two of them here, most likely of the same kind. Thankfully, even so, I was able to take it.

He condensed some of his spiritual power, and even forged a quasi-fifth-order or so. The location just detected is underground, and according to the wurm species that Grant learned in his mind, it can basically be determined that it is the earth system. If you scare away the other person and get underneath. Then there is no way to capture the other party from below.

The stones of the Black Mountain Island have been tempered by the Dark Fire Energy, and they are not comparable to the magic materials. But it's also about the same as metal. A stone the size of a human body that can usually be destroyed is the size of a fist at best.

If the other party really drills down to a kilometer. I can only move forward alone, so I am very passive.

"Thorn!"

Grant controlled part of the spiritual power to form a sharp spear, stabbed straight down, and when it touched the invisible membrane, it seemed to pop a bubble, and with a bang, a strange spiritual power attacked.

He didn't pause, kept moving forward, and soon touched a pitch-black rock wurm. It is about hundreds of meters long, the tail and back are full of dense stone spikes, the long neck is surrounded by a circle of turquoise moss, and the most peculiar head is two jade dragon horns, with the appearance of the whole body, if it were not for the powerful fluctuations on the body, no one would dare to believe that this was a wurm.

Grant remembers that this was a very defensive wurm called the Crypt Dragon!

There was also a lighter wurm lying next to the Crypt Dragon.

They lay quietly on their stomachs. It's just that after feeling that the detection barrier he set up was broken by an unpredictable spiritual force, he suddenly became quite annoyed, and a raging flame erupted from his chest. In my heart, I just want to kill that guy quickly, and then absorb this treasure stone with specific super high earth element particles.

Airplanes!

Crooked inside the intestines. The Crypt Dragon suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a terrifying light.

It roared, and stretched out a long, narrow claw. patted the companion next to him, just a little bit of mental power to communicate. Explain the full meaning to the other party. The content is simple, kill the guys outside first. Then go back to absorbing the elemental particles inside.

The companion nodded in agreement, and a hint of abuse flashed in his eyes. They have been eroded by the Dark Fire Energy, and they are more ferocious and explosive than similar magical beasts.

Boom!! The two crypt dragons were crawling with huge bodies, slowly moving forward, in fact, the way to the front was very simple, that is, to follow the intestines all the way to the inside.

Halfway through, the dark surroundings became brighter, and beams of white light shone through the gaps in front of them on the bodies of the two Crypt Dragons, becoming a little hot.

Roar!! A crypt dragon slammed its silver-white claws into the rocks in front of it, and with a bang, a large number of stones shattered, turning into a lot of tiny sharp stones and a puff of smoke.

Grant saw the Crypt Dragon, which was only about two hundred meters away from him, and knew that he had to seize the opportunity to kill it now, otherwise when they reacted, he would miss the opportunity.

"The purple mist comes out and blocks the back road!" Grant stretched out his right hand and swiped lightly in mid-air, as if ripples swayed, producing a raging dark flame, and a golden mist rushed out with a thud. Soon, in front of the cave, it changed its appearance, like a net to burrow into the Crypt Dragon, until the back turned into a wall, blocking the way out.

"There's no need to keep it now." Grant summons Refe to fight with one hand. The surrounding intestines were about eight meters wide, and could only accommodate four or five people walking side by side, and his three-headed fifth-order demon pet was several laps larger than an ordinary demonic beast. It's hard to move in this kind of place, so it's best to let Refe cooperate with you.

"Master!" Lei Fei was wearing a gorgeous green rattan armor, and his waist-length straight green hair was tied together, dancing as he jumped forward, like an elf in the cold and clear light, beautiful and unstoppable, with a hint of arrogance and nobility, like an undefeated Valkyrie on the battlefield, which made people envious and fearful.

Her turquoise eyes were cold, and only when she looked at Grant did she show a hint of respect and fanaticism.

Reffe stepped forward, and Grant assisted, trying to reduce the Crypt Dragon's range and weaken the idea and ability to use the land element as much as possible.

Dozens of seeds fell into the surrounding irregularly shaped rock barriers, like a thick fluffy green blanket, covering them all. The surface exudes a rich natural element, blocking the idea that the Crypt Dragon might rely on the rich earth elements around it to fight. Soon, the earth element in the cave was slightly thinner than before.

Roar!!

The Crypt Dragon roared angrily, and its two eyes refracted a fierce beam of light, as terrifying as the Ancient Behemoth. They understood that the other party's idea was to block the surrounding earth elements first and weaken their subsequent energy supply, but no matter how much they cut them, the earth elements were still terrifyingly more than the outside. Because of this, in the face of the two quasi-fifth-order wurms in front of her, and even one quasi-fifth-order wurm with a bloodline slightly higher than her own, she was still full of confidence, and even asked her to try the power of the male wurm later.

Dragons are inherently sexual. Even the desire on the side of the wurm is still strong. In their opinion, the scent of the female wurm emitted by Reffe was strong, and the spear under their crotch was hot. A hot flame made the two crypt dragons feel like they were burned by the flames, and they wanted to find someone to release the lust in their bodies!

"Death Coil!" Grant unleashes a quasi-fifth-order spell. This is the only three undead spells that Trist asked for in addition to the fire spells. Although it was only a quasi-fifth-order, the spell particle model shaped by the fifth-order spiritual power was three or four times higher than the quasi-fifth-order power.

There was a gust of wind blowing in the air, a gust of wind, a terrible howl! When people heard it, they got goosebumps all over their bodies. A faint black mist appeared in the cave that had not been there at first, and as time passed, it became more and more intense. Soon turned into many black mist tentacles entangled the damned Crypt Dragon from all sides!

The Crypt Dragon roared and tried to break free, but soon realized that no matter how much he struggled, the Black Tentacle broke at a much slower rate than he had estimated. These were just black mist condensations, and in their eyes they were no different from the dragon-slaying chains. No one thought that the power of a spell of the same level could explode to such an extent, and suddenly the two Crypt Dragon Halls were dumbfounded, looking at each other, their eyes full of disbelief and confusion.

The Crypt Dragon belongs to the kind of defense that is strong, and the physical power is also terrifyingly large. Even if it is a quasi-fifth-order thick gold, it is not his opponent.

Damn it!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Crypt Dragon swelled, its back as tall as a hill with dense spikes, trying to smash away the sharp stones. Unfortunately, this has no effect. On the contrary, Lei Fei took this opportunity to conjure a sword with a blue sword light in his hand, and swung a green light forward. Suddenly a green blade is formed and cut on the surface.

Sneer~~

The location that was hit is covered with a layer of turquoise vines. There's also a bit of disgusting black viscous liquid on the edges. Refe had a small amount of Stygian Fire energy in his blood, causing the spell to not be as pure as Grant's. There's a hint of destructive Hellfire energy messing with it inside. Spells like healing basically have no healing effect, but spells like attack are mixed with fire energy, and their power and destruction are multiplied.

The burning pain spreads into the body and even the soul!

The Crypt Dragon screamed in pain, and at this moment, the two Crypt Dragons had already given birth to the idea of wanting to escape. They knew that the two wurms were terrifyingly strong and calculating.

They are not fools, they are not opponents, so they naturally don't want to fight anymore, otherwise they are just dead.

…………

Grant and Refey are fighting the Crypt Dragon, and on the other side, Trist has already made up his mind to leave for another family after receiving Grant's words. He understands that if he does it well this time, he will have more wealth, and the business assets in his hands will be improved to a certain extent. There are many advantages, but there are also disadvantages, as long as the white blood family survives this bloodbath, it will be a one-time life crisis for themselves.

He decided what to do in an instant, Grant's usual behavior and strength had conquered him, and the most important thing was that the other party was calm and his dedication to victory was not comparable to that of ordinary fifth-order mages. As long as the other party can pass him to kill the white blood family, then there is a good chance that the plan will be successful and feasible. Right now, you just need to do the job.

Trist came out of a wooded area, dressed in his usual black robe, with all the hair on his forehead tied back, and his face was a little rigid and cautious. This time it is a matter of discussing the five levels, and it must be more solemn. He was followed by two quasi-fifth-order mages, Adrian and Bio.

There are more than a dozen families that have offended the white blood family and have a grudge, among which there are only two families with fifth-order mages, and they all survived when fifth-order mages were born at a critical moment, and they have been cowering in the Slekrin royal department since then.

Trist's whole body was swirled with dark red flames, like a lifelike fire dragon, and he flashed and rushed into the sky. Find the right direction a little and rush to the position of the king.

The Srek Estate, Otrea Manor, is surrounded by dark gold stone bricks, green meadows, stone sculptures, and elaborate attics.

With such a building, the family power of the manor must be not small, this is the residence of a fifth-order mage, and his subordinates are the industrial chain dominated by defensive magic weapons. Such a family is considered to be the top in the royal department, but all the mages don't know that behind the Otrea family is a high-ranking enemy, the White Blood Family.

When he didn't offend the White Blood Family, he was just a fourth-order top family, but at the critical moment, the Great Elder of the family broke through to the fifth order, forced him to die and said that he would not take revenge on the White Blood Family. Because the weight of the fifth-order mages and their family inheritance are all in the royal department, they are in the control stage. The white-blood family is also on the sidelines. They understood that it would be difficult to deal with a family of fifth-order mages.

The original humiliation has not been forgotten by the members of the Otrea family for a moment. There are even many high-ranking members whose parents were victims of the battle.

In front of the manor, there is a gold and brass bell on a wooden door.

Now. Trist and two of his men visit the patriarch of the family.

Dingdingding...... Someone's coming......

The bell made a sound, from far to near. From slow to fast.

"Which gentleman is it?" The middle of the door suddenly melted like mud, slowly melting forward into a man's face, and he opened his mouth gracefully.

"I'm a fifth-order mage Trist, and I'm here to find Weng Gu this time."

"Greetings, please come in." The muddy face spoke respectfully, and with the sound, the wooden door slowly opened inward, revealing a flat dark green grass with a gray path running through it.

Trist lowered the hood. Walking slowly until you reached the gray attic in the middle, there were five or six old men in dark dresses standing under the main entrance. They saw that the face of the person coming was Trist, and one by one lowered their hands and respectfully: "You are welcome here." ”

"You're welcome, I'm here to find Onggu." Trist politely took off his hood, a rare smile on his cold face. For fourth-order mages, being able to smile and show favor is already a rare good thing. After all, the fourth and fifth orders are hierarchical classes that are difficult to cross.

"I've just informed the Great Elder, Lord Trist, please go into the hall. When the Great Elder finds out about this, he will come and discuss it with you. "There was a gray-haired man in the crowd. An old man with a tall nose. The old mage had waist-length straight white hair and a beard that hung down to white hair, and his face was kind and kind, which made people look very friendly at first glance. This is not an effect deliberately disguised with spells, but an innate physique.

That's why. Diplomatic activities in peacetime are basically handled by him, and his status is second only to the Great Elder and the Patriarch. At the moment, even if he has experienced a hundred battles, I don't know how many families he has dealt with. The heart also quietly beat the drum. This is a fifth-order mage, a fifth-order mage. He is also in the middle of the fourth order. The highest contact is the quasi-fifth order. Usually like a fifth-order mage who is difficult to encounter, they are basically received by the Great Elder.

He waited with bated breath, though his face was gathering excitement. But the expression still can't perfectly hide the mood.

"Yes." Trist nodded faintly and stepped into the hall without saying a word. It was very spacious, covered with a thick layer of red blankets and some stone pillars raised from the ground, and there were gray and white sculptures dancing on the pedestals, which looked exactly like human beings, and could not find any faults, and even the appearance was gray and pale, which almost made people think that they were real people.

After a few glances, Trist knew that these sculptures were just disguises, and that there were many trigger-type runes and magic mechanisms hidden inside. Obviously, after experiencing the events of the white blood family, they have developed a sense of crisis in the moment. The home is filled with dense traps to protect yourself.

"Here's what our Great Elder likes." The old man stepped forward and held out a hand in front of Trist to introduce their information.

Trist knew the secret, but he didn't reveal it. Let the old man follow him and introduce their identities one by one. Bio and Adrian are relatively curious, they don't perceive the secrets inside, but they think the idea is still very new.

Make your way to the main hall and sit casually in a soft high-backed chair. There was a tall long table in front of him, where a drink was placed and white smoke was rising, and a faint fragrance could be smelled in the air.

Trist sat in his chair, and it wasn't until half a minute later that he saw a mage standing at the top of a row of stairs on the second floor of the hall.

The mage looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, wearing a loose gray and white robe, tightly wrapped around his waist with a belt, and the purple gold runes could be seen from the neckline pulled down, which was shining brightly. The old mage was of medium height, with an ordinary face, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, he squinted and smiled: "It turned out to be Trist, I don't know what happened to me this time?" ”

When he spoke, he was muttering in his heart, why did this guy come to him with nothing to do? It seems that he is not as familiar with him as he imagined, he has only met a few times at the last auction, does he want to do business with his family? But let your subordinates do this kind of thing, where to use yourself. The fifth-order mage does the capital industry chain, on the one hand, for the sake of the family, and on the other hand, with the help of a large amount of resources, to elevate himself to a higher realm.

Trist's expression can be described as light, with a leisurely appearance, if it weren't for Weng Gu knowing that he was not familiar with him, he would almost think that the other party was here to chat with him.

He was speechless, gradually retracted his expression, and asked again, "Master Trist, what are you here for?" ”

"Hehe, this is about your family's enemies." Trist uttered a word, especially when the enemy said no more. Some words don't need to be said so clearly, the other party can also understand the meaning, or can guess what it is about.

With a look of caution on his face, he walked over to Trist and sat down, leaned his head slightly together and whispered, "You are talking about the White Blood Family. ”

"Kill them." Trist said four words without being salty, and as soon as the words came out, the temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, as if it was a cold snowstorm in winter.

His words caused the hall to fall silent, and the seven or eight mages around them looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes. (To be continued......)