Night Frost has been very jumpy since he was promoted to the Heavenly Fighter. As a result, the first kill of the abyss was obtained by Jose and the others, and both of them were secretly embarrassed, and they couldn't help but increase the intensity of their attacks. Cang Tongyue took a few steps back, letting Han Xiangchen and Emily block the Hydra, and she began to summon Magister-level magic!

Night Frost was also not hidden, and his body was divided into three, and two of them were entangled with cyan elemental chains. The last one began to whisper a spell to summon the Imprisonment of the Winds. Unlike the Flame Hell Tooth Dragonmon, it is huge in size and powerful, and it can easily break free from the confines of the wind. The Spine Stinger Wyvern is also quite small, but it is good at speed and agility, but it is far from that brute strength. When the effect of the Wind Imprisonment slowly manifested, the speed of the Spine Stinger Wyvern suddenly slowed down!

The same magic, of course, has an upper limit to its effect due to the stability of its structure. But there must be differences between people with different strengths. Night Frost was a mage before, but now he has been promoted to a mage, and his spiritual power has increased significantly, and the imprison effect is naturally more powerful than before! The spine stinger wyvern is like a deep quagmire, the range of movements is getting smaller and smaller, and it is becoming more and more difficult, although it is not completely imprisoned in its movements, but it has also completely lost its flexibility.

"Night Frost, what are you doing? It's a super-level demonic beast, it's too much of a teasing, give it a good time!" Jose shouted loudly underground. The wings of the Smye swan are all ornaments, so Jose, who has become a big handsome man, can only shout loudly on the ground.

"You know what a fart!" Night Frost took the time to reply, although Jose, who was dressed in a white sacrificial robe, looked very noble, and looked noble and proud, but he was actually a fight with familiar people. The yellow cavity can be opened, and the joke can be spoken. So Night Frost didn't hold back when she talked to him.

"Then you'd better hurry!" José continued to shout, "we're all done, ready to go!"

On the other side, after Cang Tongyue began to summon Magister-level magic, the battle quickly ended. As long as there is enough time to prepare, the destructive power of a magician is far from being comparable to that of a samurai! A magic master-level magic, even a tyrant demonic beast can't bear it! The Yaqi Great Snake is certainly the most top-notch of the super-level demonic beasts, but against the one-horned python demon who has already obtained a human form, it has a slight advantage. And coupled with the harassment of Huang Yiling and Ai Yunjing, Han Xiangchen's close-range attack was already very difficult! And in the distance, Nedved's sharp divine shooting also made it extremely distressed, and finally fell under the purple flame of the Cangtong Moon's wrath of destroying the god!

"Got it!" Seeing that Cang Tongyue and the others had also finished the battle, Night Frost was a little annoyed, it was a big deal to let the ring spirit recover for a while longer! As soon as he thought of this, his body instantly turned into a sky full of starlight, and the next moment it appeared on the top of the spine stinger flying dragon's head, and a dou qi cone shot out, directly penetrating the flying dragon's skull.

The wyvern writhed violently in the air, unable to control its wings before it was dead, and slammed downward. Night Frost hurriedly blessed a levitation technique, slowing down the speed of falling. He didn't dare to touch it with his hands, he couldn't be sure that if he accidentally pierced his hand with a thorn, his hand would be useless, and the venom of the super-level demonic beast was not something that could be resisted casually! Even if he had the antidote elixir, Night Frost didn't plan to try it.

Night Frost brings the Wyvern to the platform, which is still twisting. The vitality of the super-level demonic beast is already strong, and the venom system is even more kraft candy, and it has not been out of breath for a long time. No, Nightfrost borrowed a spear from Mephazos and made up for it. When the wyvern stopped breathing completely, Night Frost realized. The armor on his body converged to four positions, and then a dark red light flashed on the ring, and the dead wyvern turned into a puff of black smoke and burrowed into the Pandora Rose pattern on the ring.

Most of the people in the group wondered what the night frost was doing, only Su Zixi frowned slightly, thoughtful.

A moment later, Night Frost raised his hand, and a black light flew out of the spine stinger dragon with teeth and claws, hovering around Night Frost. The appearance has hardly changed, but the original dark blue eyes have turned gray, and it seems that there is still a trace of hatred in the eyes!

"I felt familiar when I saw that armor before, and I wondered why Aiqin still used Pandora Rose as a pattern, it turned out to be the Death Lord suit!" Su Zixi looked at Night Frost and the spine stinger flying dragon that was hovering beside him with interest, and said with a smile: "This is the Ring Spirit, right? Congratulations, this can be regarded as a skyrocketing strength, right?"

"Death Lord, who is it? that sounds handsome?" Mephazos said with a smile.

"An ominous person!" Jose frowned slightly, the Beamon sacrifice with strong roots can inherit the knowledge from the master, Jose is the old swan chief priest Bruckner himself, and his knowledge can be described as profound as the sea! Although he didn't recognize it like Su Zixi at first sight, he immediately knew what kind of person it was when he heard the name Death Lord.

"A character who has been dead for 10,000 years, what is there to worry about?" Cang Tongyue said disapprerovingly. Other insiders thought about it and felt that it made sense, so they immediately nodded in agreement. None of the people in this group had experienced the Swamp Dark Castle incident, so they didn't know that the Death Lord had just died at the hands of Night Frost for a few years!

Ye Hanshuang didn't pay attention to the other friends who were discussing on the side, thought for a moment, and suddenly shuddered: "This thing is so evil, this ring spirit still retains its original consciousness!, while maintaining consciousness, serve the person who killed him for life! This is really evil!"

The others were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the spine stinger wyvern with a strange expression, and sure enough, they saw a trace of hatred in its eyes.

Night Frost didn't care, patted the flying dragon's head, and the bone spurs on the dragon's back slowly converged. Night Frost turned over and sat down, and the three pairs of wings of the flying dragon flapped at the same time, swishing into the sky.

"Lao Tzu is also a dragon knight, hahahaha!"

10,000 years ago, the Death Lord was a powerful figure for the entire Aegean. He is most famous for his Death Lord equipment and the legendary Excalibur Frost's Sorrow! Although the Death Lord's equipment on Night Frost's hands has been known on a small scale, few people still know about it. Even less is known about Frost Sorrow's collection at the Imperial Academy of Magic, France!

Hiding in the shadows, Filch stared slightly, and then touched the pendant on his chest. It was a magic prop enshrined and refined by the court of the Jiangnan Empire in the Western Regions, which could perfectly conceal all the elemental fluctuations and breaths. With this equipment, Filch infiltrated the research institute and hid in a shadowy corner for three days.

During these three days, Filch did not eat, drink, or move, relying on the Bigu Dan given by Ye Chenhan to maintain his life and physical strength. In the past three days, Filch has figured out the situation of the guards in the detention center. During these three days, Filch carefully explored the structure of the entire institute with the help of Wind Exploration.

The Institute's caretakers are actually very lax, and in fact most of the place is open to the public most of the time. Thousands of magicians come here every day to learn about the latest research on magical research. The vast majority of them were students at the Academy of St. Francis' Academy, and Filch saw a few familiar figures.

On the night of the third day, Filch moved! Precisely stuck in the gap between the guards and the guards, Filch infiltrated the research institute building. Clear goal, go straight to the basement. There were no guards along the way, and Filch was well aware that the other two groups of guards were patrolling other places at this time.

Quickly sneaking into the second floor below, there are five gates on the way, Filch takes out a strange key from his bosom, inserts it into the keyhole, and the door opens smoothly. The intricate magic lock was nothing before the key. Five gates, one key, completely illogical. Filch went to the deepest part of the second basement floor.

The innermost part is a stone door, there is no lock on the stone door, but in the center of the door there is a brother with fangs and hideous beast face. His eyes were blazing, and he was staring at Filch as he walked to the door.

"This night Chenhan is really a god, how do you know everything?" Filch muttered in a low voice, and felt a handkerchief from his arms. The veil is black, and when you shake it open, you can see that in the center of the veil is a gold thread depicting an intricate symbol. It is somewhat similar to the Jiangnan script in the Western Regions, but the shape is different.

Filch put the veil on the beast's face, and the beast's face opened its mouth without making a sound, and then slowly turned into a handle. Filch grabbed the handle and twisted it slightly, and the door opened! Filch pushed the door in, a small room only two meters square. There is nothing in it, it may not be accurate to say that, it should be said that there is nothing except a shelf in the center and a long sword on it!

This is a long sword with antelope horns swallowing mouths, like rime. Just sit quietly on a black wooden shelf.

Frost's Sorrow!The sword of the peerless powerhouse 10,000 years ago, the sword that Nightfrost and the others obtained when they encountered Samuel in the dark castle of Dopp Swamp. Nightfrost secretly took two pieces of Deathlord equipment, and the Frostmourn was brought back to the Francisco Empire by Puskas. Neil, who was still alive at the time, thought it was too strange and ominous, so he arranged for it to be guarded against it, hiding it in the basement of the Magic Research Institute, which seemed to be loose but was actually tight enough. And Neil's arrangement, no more than ten people in the whole empire knew! I don't know how Filch or Ye Chenhan arranged for him to find out.

Filch did not rush forward to take the sword, but carefully took out a paper bag from his bosom, which contained a black powder. Filch pinched a little and threw it onto the sword and the rack. With a stabbing sound, a golden shroud appeared out of thin air, covered with mysterious magic patterns. Filch's face became even more eccentric. Everything is exactly the same as Ye Chenhan said!

Filch wondered why Ye Chenhan knew so well. And why do you know everything, but you don't do it yourself but tell yourself! Ye Chenhan's deal with Filch is that he high-speeds Filch's Frost Sorrow, and tells him how to use Frost Sorrow to quickly improve his strength, and Filch helps Ye Chenhan do three things after improving his strength.

Filch wasn't worried about crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. Although there is not much contact, Filch already has a general understanding of Ye Chenhan's character, ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless. He doesn't care about the means, but there is one thing, that is, he will definitely be able to do what he promised, and he will not do the matter of demolishing bridges in the river. But once you dare to hide or disobey him, he will also strike mercilessly and ruthlessly, leaving no room for anything!

Shaking his head and banishing useless thoughts from his head, Filch spilled the powder again, and the already dim shroud flickered again. Filch carefully tossed it with a black powder net, and used wind magic to evenly cover the entire golden cover. The hood stabbed and twisted, and then vanished!Filch nodded in satisfaction, and lifted Frost Sorrow.