Kazan's pupils constricted. He was held in the palm of his hand by the dragon claw of the ancient dragon Negar, and it was difficult to shake the confinement of the dragon claw with the strength of his limbs, and he completely disobeyed the order if he wanted to release the energy in his body of the "corrosive plague".

The purple, black, and white ghostfire wings were pinched in the palm of Negar's dragon claw, and the ghostfire naturally kept burning the dragon claw of the ancient dragon Negar. But she seemed to feel no pain, and her claws and fingers clasped Kazan's body and flames, preventing Kazan from moving. The amber vertical pupil dragon's eye stared at the flames of the Ghost Fire Wings that were constantly being consumed and burned smaller and smaller, watching it shrink from the monstrous Fire Wings to the slender fire sticks that only had the "skeleton" left.

At this moment, the ancient dragon Negar finally took action. She flapped her giant wings and turned around, and Kazan's eyes flickered, and she immediately saw the ancient dragon Negar suddenly fall diagonally towards the plain at the top of the Apocalypse Mountain!

The body of the dragon fell rapidly from the air at a vertical height of hundreds of meters, and the kinetic energy it carried was dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary Heavenly Divine Palm. As Negar continued to flap her wings and break through the wind to speed up, the plain at the top of the Apocalypse Mountain became more and more enlarged in the center of her vision.

A strong sense of weightlessness dominated Kazan's consciousness at the moment, and the incomparably strong wind passed through Kazan's ears. He had already sensed Negar's intentions, and Negar was going to smash his body under his dragon claws from the air to the ground in one breath, and smash him into a pulp with this killing move that would hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage 800 to the ground.

Perhaps there wasn't even a flesh sludge left of his body, because the heat from the intense friction was enough to detonate the palm of the ancient dragon Negar as it hit the ground, and his body was caught in the center and turned into a pile of charred flesh.

The feeling of death was more intense than ever, and each moment became stronger than the last. Tens of seconds earlier, he had smashed one of the ancient dragon Negar's dragon jades, and the sight now seemed to be playing out in a dream rather than in reality.

This bizarre twist and turn, because it was too fast, the contrast was too great, and it didn't even have time to make Kazan feel fearful.

"Negar, I didn't expect you to be able to turn the tables after losing a Dragon Jade, it's amazing," Kazan suddenly smiled hoarsely as he landed quickly, "The ability to seal the enemy's abilities is what you're really famous for." The Tenth Throne, Negar, who has been hiding his throne name! ”

The ancient dragon Negar moved Kazan, whose right claw was clenched, to his eyes, and a rough and majestic abyss voice emerged from the depths of the dragon's mouth.

"Now that you're aware of this inevitable defeat, I'm going to give you a new introduction. This seat is none other than the tenth-ranked 'Throne of Annihilation' - Negar! ”

No wonder.

Kazan seemed to have put the imminent death behind him, and he let out a nervous long laugh: "Seal the throne, great!" ”

Negar, the ancient dragon who had grabbed Kazan, had descended to a low altitude extremely close to the mountaintop plain, and she suddenly raised her right palm that was grasping Kazan's body, and turned her palm into a palm to shoot it towards the top of the mountain!

Heaven and earth are deaf, and mountains and rocks are collapsing. A rock and soil fountain with a diameter of about 100 meters rushed straight into the sky from the top of Tianqi Mountain, and the sweeping rock and soil frenzy engulfed the entire peak plain in an instant, and even the steps and mountains of Tianqi Mountain appeared with strange long and winding cracks. Countless cracks connected together pierced through the mountain, eager to tear the entire Apocalypse Mountain from top to bottom.

Of course, it's all within the enchantment. Outside the enchantment, the real Apocalypse Mountain, the Emperor Throne just sat upright on his highest seat, indifferently observing the earth-shaking scene in the enchantment.

......

The Silver Sand Desert is extremely far away from the Apocalypse Mountain. The area patrolled by the hunting party was exceptionally close to the border of the Silver Desert, and the hunters climbed the highest sand slope within a radius of several hundred meters, and could see the shadow of the Lark Forest in the distance.

Not only hunters, but also messengers such as the messengers of the Night Messenger patrol the heavens without stopping. Countless blood-red communication crow eyes were staring in the direction of the Hundred Spirits Forest, and when an enemy legion appeared on the other side at some point, they would immediately transmit the vision information to the crows of the intelligence team, and then spread out.

At this time, a group of communication crows encountered another group of communication crows patrolling back from the direction of the Lark Forest, and their flight paths happened to be staggered, and they took a photo and passed away.

Sudden mutation! A team of communication crows suddenly "banged" into black feathers flying all over the sky, and the two teams of communication crows that were originally flying in the air suddenly only one team remained. The rest of the herald crows all had broken wings and fell blood-stained.

In the process of falling, their blood-red eyes gradually lost their luster, and the visual connection with the crow people to which they belonged was naturally cut off.

Before they died, they couldn't figure out why their fellow crows, who were also members of the Intelligence Corps, would attack them. They fall into the abyss of consciousness with this eternal problem.

In reality, a large black feather transformed into a group of communication crows that had just disappeared and began to dance as if they had been given life. A large number of black feathers danced in a swirling vortex of black feathers along the spiraling wind, which spun several times in the air and then slowly dispersed.

A mature woman dressed in a black feather weave appeared in the center of the swirl of black feathers. She has long black hair that spreads out in the wind, and a beautiful mole with a unique charm on her fair cheeks; A pair of pale pink eyes like a pink peach blossom pond are watery, and a gentle township is brewing all the time.

It's just that there is a killing machine hidden in this gentle township, or a terrible killing machine that is locked by a woman as an enemy's life and is difficult to detect until death.

"Let this seat take the lead in person, this group of subordinates of the Thirteen Thrones is really miserable." The mature woman's voice is extremely charming, although what she says is talking to herself, but her voice does not change and is stained with rouge and vulgarity, which is completely opposite to the so-called ethereal indifference.

The mature woman laughed coquettishly, and then transformed into a black feather vortex again. As the black feathers swirled and flew, one after another messenger crows flew out of them, forming a line and flying in the direction of the Pale Palace in the depths of the Silver Sand Desert.

The previous group of communication crows that "returned from patrolling in the direction of the Hundred Spirits Forest" was the one who changed from this woman in black feather costumes; Her changing communication crow aura was exactly the same as that of the intelligence team under the command of the third envoy, and there were almost no flaws in the frontal encounter. And by the time the communication crows she bumped into noticed the anomaly, they were already on their way down to Yellow Springs.

The most direct way to end a war with the fastest and fewest casualties is to cut off the intelligence network of the enemy legions in the first place. And such a complex and difficult work is simply handy for the "deformation seat envoy".

On the surface, the desert was very quiet, and there were no enemies in the direction of the hunters' vigilance. But the war between the Hundred Spirits Forest and the Silver Sand Desert began the moment the Transfiguration Envoy made a move. It's just that the protagonist is the turbulent undercurrent, and the undercurrent has to take the lead in going deep into the bottom of the "huge warship" of the Silver Sand Desert Legion, creating a gap and crack that can eventually capsize the warship.

Wu Qi's Leopard Head squad sat on a high raised sand dune. The leopard head had just ordered a rest, and almost everyone looked to the north, far away from the shadow of the forest.

Wu Qi didn't sit in the sand dunes and look at the north for a long time, he casually looked around, and didn't want to sit for too long at one time, so he stood up and walked east and west.

The sudden electric current that swept through his skin caused Wu Qi's pupils to shrink suddenly, his face stiffened slightly, and his right hand reached out along the hunter's intuition, and then pressed against his left chest, where his heart was pounding at an accelerated pace.

This hunter's intuition is not a hunter's instinct that symbolizes the imminent attack, but a hunter's instinct that a premonition is in danger of something he cares about in the distance.

"Is it Kazan?" Wu Qi turned to look at the other end of the vast silver desert, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Kazan is a real throne, and the apocalypse order duel was also provoked by himself. Even if he is unfortunately defeated in a duel, Kazan has the privilege of admitting defeat and avoiding death.

Wu Qi judged that the probability that the heart triggered the hunter's intuition this time was not the dangerous premonition that Kazan had fallen and the corpse virus had to be buried with him.

And what would it be, war?

Wu Qi subconsciously glanced at the sky. The blazing white arc of the sky on the pitch-black sky dome stayed in place, and the surrounding environment, light, temperature, humidity, and wind, did not change at all.

Does it smell different, or doesn't it smell?

Wu Qi scanned the sky with a suspicious thought, and soon found a familiar black shadow in a team of communication crows.

"Blackie!"

As soon as Wu Qi shouted, the communication crow he saw immediately slowed down and glided, flew in front of Wu Qi in a small half circle, flapped its wings and landed on the palm of Wu Qi's raised left hand.

"Wu Qi, what's the matter with this messenger?" Blackie opened his mouth to say a human word in the midst of the hunters. Hunters, of course, did not understand.

Wu Qi also asked in human language, "I'm not sure, but my intuition tells me it's a little strange. ”

Xiao Hei tilted his head slightly: "What do you mean?" Is there a more detailed intuitive analysis? ”

Wu Qi was silent for a moment: "No." ”

Xiao Hei combed the feathers of his wings twice with his beak, and after thinking about it, he said, "Your intuition tells you that you should find me as the first messenger crow to spy on you, right?" ”

"Surveillance? You really dare to say it here when no one else understands it," Wu Qi grinned, and then he became serious, "I'll just ask you, are you my communication crow?" ”

"Strictly speaking, I'm connected to Lord Star Raven, and I'm Lord Star Raven's messenger."

Wu Qi's slightly narrowed eyes revealed obvious unkindness, and Xiao Hei immediately changed his words: "But in a special period like this when a war between the two forces may occur at any time, I can also be regarded as your messenger crow." You can overlay me with spiritual energy, and I can listen to you and let you see what I see. ”