On the city wall, the words black and purple are clear and conspicuous.

"Black Purple, it turned out to be Black Purple City. Morin looked at the city in front of him and muttered to himself, he said subconsciously, and at the same time, exhaled softly.

Black Purple City.

Although it was judged as a wizarding organization, in fact, Black Purple City is a large warlock inheritance, adhering to the principle of bloodline inheritance and respecting bloodline.

And as a large-scale warlock inheritance, it is because in the Black Purple City, there is a powerful fifth-level spirit ring.

"The entire Black Purple City has a powerful fifth-level spiritual ring, but there are many fourth-level true intents, and there are many powerful true intents, such a warlock inheritance has a profound heritage, and it is not at all comparable to ordinary wizard organizations and warlock inheritances. All kinds of information about Black Purple City came to Merlin's mind, and Mo Lin quickly knew something about Black Purple City.

As the master of the Gintama Hand, Merlin is well versed in the various organizations and forces throughout the wizarding world, which is the most basic thing.

He looked ahead.

The fog drifted in front of it, hazy, as if it was chaotic, and the Gothic minaret building stood upright, giving people a feeling of cold lines.

Wizards in black cloaks kept coming and going, and some women dressed as aristocratic women, holding delicate little umbrellas, walked on the stone slabs with small steps.

The black carriage drove over, deep and thick, which made people have an indescribable classical meaning at first glance.

Mo Lin watched this scene quietly, the corners of his mouth curled, and the black robe on his body changed for a while, turning into a black cloak, covering his whole body, and then Mo Lin's body moved, walked forward, and entered the Black and Purple City.

Interestingly, the human-faced octopus has disappeared here, so well, he went in and looked for it carefully.

Maureen thought.

In fact, outside the Black Purple City, there is a witchcraft array induction and some third-level powerful wizards to detect, after all, the fourth-level true intent has been transcended, so naturally it will not appear outside the city gate, Mo Lin is a fourth-level true intent powerhouse, and he is also an ancient wizard, so those witchcraft arrays and the third-level powerful existence used to detect are meaningless to Mo Lin.

He disguised himself a little, and then successfully entered the Black and Purple City.

The streets were wide and full of people, and after Morin had stood still in the street, he thought for a moment and walked in a certain direction.

A moment later, outside a wide courtyard, Morin was talking and conversing with a stocky middle-aged man in a black embroidered gold robe with a smile on his face.

"Wizard Merlin, this is a fourth-level true existence in the courtyard because something left, so it was temporarily sold, and its price is relatively favorable, I don't know if Wizard Merlin is satisfied?" said the middle-aged short and fat man.

"Yes, that's good. ”

Maureen raised his eyes and said this.

"Alright, I'm going to have this courtyard. Merlin turned to look at the stocky man and said this.

"Yes, yes!"

The short and fat man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, slapped his thigh, and his face showed joy.

After completing all the formalities and handovers with the puppy and fat man, Maureen walked into the courtyard.

"Not bad. Maureen looked around, then nodded.

He checked in the courtyard and made sure there were no other hidden methods, and there were no witchcraft circles of the kind of snooping and monitoring before he relented.

Then Merlin left the place, and after walking around the Black and Purple City, he returned to the courtyard and began to do his own thing.

"Human-faced octopus, see where you can run. In the secret room, Mo Lin looked at a witchcraft circle in front of him that intertwined with pieces of light and shadow, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said so.

Immediately, his fingers turned, and he let out a loud shout.

Airplanes.

The silver circle suddenly brightened.

But soon, the look on Morin's face sank suddenly.

"I didn't find it, I didn't have any clues. Morin slowly lowered his hand, he looked ahead, muttering to himself.

A failure does not mean that Morin will continue to fail in the future, Morin did not just give up directly, he began to keep trying and improving, using various precious witchcraft materials to make corrections, fortunately, the effect of the defense here is very good, there are no accidents.

But the witchcraft experiments were very ineffective.

There is still no witchcraft related to the human-faced octopus, as if the human-faced octopus has completely disappeared and never appeared when it was here.

"It's kind of interesting, I want to play a game of cat and mouse, isn't it, the mouse still ran away......" Morin whispered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the look on his face was a little ugly.

If that's the case, then it's really interesting.

While Maureen was thinking, next to his dwelling, some people were discussing something.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Kerber, that's where that Maureen Olsen lived. As Parles spoke to the two wizards beside him, he bowed slightly, in a humble manner.

He didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Because these two wizards are not ordinary wizards, but fourth-level true meaning existences!

If it weren't for the fact that Pales's family had a long heritage, and his ancestors had a trace of affection with these two fourth-level true beings, it would have been almost impossible for Pales to see the true existence of the legendary god-like beings.

Thinking of this, Paris's waist lowered, and his face couldn't help but show humility.

"Here, well, okay, I see. Wayne was a middle-aged man, he had silver curly hair, hearing this, he raised his head slightly, looked at the residence where Morin lived, and said: "You think this man named Morin killed your son, so you want us to help you kill him, tsk, yes, but after that, we and your family are cleared, and we don't owe anything to your grandfather." ”

Wayne said, looking very breezy and calm, but it made the expression on Pales's face change for a while.

Thinking of the excitement of Ogu who exploded in front of him and became a cloud of blood mist, and of the excitement when the slave accidentally found Maureen on the street and told him, Wayne gradually calmed down.

He already knew what he wanted.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne, and Mr. Kerber. Pales took a deep breath and after a pause, he said to Wayne and Kerber.

Seeing this, Wayne smiled lowly, he and Kerber glanced at each other, and then as soon as his body moved, he disappeared in place, turning into nothingness.

Seeing this, Parles clenched his hand into a fist, clenched it continuously, and then released it.

This undoubtedly showed his nervousness.

But there was not much time for Pales's tension at all, and soon, everything was over in a short time.

Rumble!!

The ground seemed to shake, and then, the energy of Morin's residence exploded violently, as if a large stream of fireworks bloomed, two screams rang out, and two figures flew out of the countless chaotic energy clusters and smashed heavily on the ground.

The two fourth-level True Intentions bodies were convulsed, their breathing was weak, their bodies were charred and black, their clothes were tattered, and the dark red blood flowed, and they were already seriously injured.

Bang, coincidentally, Wayne and Keber, the two fourth-level True Beings, smashed into the street, in front of a carriage.

Da-da-da.

Someone pulled the reins, and the hooves of the black steed stepped on the stone slab with a crisp sound, and in a very short time, the black carriage stopped, and it was safe.

The door of the carriage opened.

Someone walked out.

It was a young man, about twenty years old, with a long body, a face like a knife and an axe, very three-dimensional, he had a pair of blue eyes, deep eye sockets, red lips like blood, there was a strange beauty, but his face was very pale, without a trace of blood, white strange, white weird.

"Well, that's terrible. The young man took out a clean white handkerchief, he covered his lips and nose, and frowned as he looked at the two fourth-level true intentions in front of the carriage like two lumps of garbage.