The plane landed and walked out of the VIP tunnel of Paro International Airport, Warren took a deep breath of the cold air outside, and suddenly felt a little relaxed.

Bhutan, a small country with a population of just a few hundred thousand, is located on the southern slopes of the eastern Himalayas between China and India.

The sky with blue sky and white clouds seems to be a little closer to the sky, this is a pure land that has not been completely polluted by fame and fortune.

Warren stretched, and the demonic energy of fire under his control immediately responded to the heavens and the earth, causing the surrounding temperature to rise a lot.

At this time, the Holy Lord is no longer what it used to be, far beyond the previous mutilated version that forgot all the magic and only left the ** instinct:

"Sword Dragon, I said I would come to you!"

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In the deep mountains and old forests of Bhutan, Warren, dressed in a down jacket, walked lightly, and in front of him was a group of ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Corps who knelt on the ground to greet him.

One by one, the ninja soldiers kneeling on the ground, dressed in black, stood out in the forest, guiding Warren like a signpost.

At the far end of the ninja signpost, there is an ancient, tower-like pitch-black fortress.

That's the Wizard Tower of the Blade Dragon.

Originally, the Holy Lord only knew that the sword dragon lived in the deep mountains and old forests of Bhutan but did not know the specific location, but fortunately, the territory of Bhutan was not large, and after sending a large number of ninja soldiers to search, he finally found the location of the sword dragon.

Although the original Holy Lord was able to summon the Ghost Shadow Legion, he could only use a limited number of ninja soldiers, because after all, it was his subordinates who took advantage of the ghost general Niga's inattention, not his own strength.

But that was before, after a friendly exchange before, the relationship between General Niga and the Holy Lord in the mask is now so good that he can almost wear the same pair of pants, and helping the Holy Lord to summon a large number of ninja soldiers is naturally a gesture of effort, and he is very happy.

There is no way, anyone who is always stuffed into their mouths and chewed into a mosaic, even if they can be perfectly recovered, this experience is an extremely painful torture, and General Nijia can only choose to obey the Holy Lord in order not to be destroyed.

The so-called relationship is so good that he wears a pair of pants, but in fact, the Holy Lord wears pants, and General Niga is bare-chested.

No matter how fierce and terrifying General Nijia is, who represents the dark world, encountering a more ancient, more powerful, more shameless, and more limitless Holy Lord, he can only be helpless and let him slaughter.

The saint smiled: "Niga, are you moved?" ”

Niga, who turned into a mosaic in the big mouth of the Holy Lord: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move!" ”

Arriving at the Wizard's Tower, Warren first looked at the fortress with the gate closed, then shook his head.

Daolong is also too hospitable, he has no courtesy at all, and he doesn't come out to greet this old man when he comes to his door, and he still claims to be from China.

After shaking his head, the Holy Lord snapped his fingers, and the countless ninja soldiers behind him turned into blue smoke and drifted away with the wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

He came to be a guest, the purpose was to communicate amicably, to sit and talk, not to fight and kill, so naturally there was no need for a ninja soldier who drew a sword at every turn.

Moreover, the current Holy Lord has regained his former magical attainments, and there is no need to use General Niga's mask to augment himself, just relying on the natural affinity of the fire demonic energy, the Holy Lord is sure to defeat the sword dragon unscathed.

After all, the Holy Lord used to be a demon wizard, and the Black Qi Wizard was a human imitation of a demon wizard, one was the source, the other was the branch, if it was true that the Holy Lord could be regarded as the ancestor of the sword dragon!

"Daolong, I'm here to catch up with you!"

Warren's eyes glowed red, and the voice from his mouth was hoarse and low, like a dragon's roar, and like a demon's whisper, very strange.

Anyway, there was no one around, and the Holy Lord no longer used Warren's identity to hide himself at this time, but revealed some of the characteristics of his body, which would make him feel comfortable.

Warren's body is too fragile, in fact, if it weren't for the Holy Lord's constant caution, it would not be as good as damage, and his immature ** should not be able to withstand the increasingly powerful Holy Lord's soul at all.

And the sword dragon in the castle who was drunk on boiling potions heard the voice of the Holy Lord, but he subconsciously trembled.

"It's him!?"

The spoonful of bat dung in his hand suddenly fell into the huge boiling pot because of that tremble, and the original turquoise potion instantly turned purple and black, and emitted terrifying magic fluctuations.

"It's not good, it's going to explode-"

Before he finished speaking, a huge impact force swept out, instantly enveloping the sword dragon and all directions.

The sword dragon, which was bombarded by the impact force, suddenly turned into a cloud of purple smoke and disappeared.

Rumble!

A loud explosion was heard, causing the entire wizarding tower and castle to tremble, and thick black smoke leaked out of the exploding room and rose into the sky.

A wisp of purple smoke quietly appeared in another part of the castle, and then turned into an angry sword dragon: "Damn, why is that guy here, I hid back and he still doesn't let me go?" ”

Outside the Wizard's Tower, the Holy Lord, who heard the sound of a huge explosion, looked puzzled, and immediately sniffed the mushy smell in the air, muttering to himself: "Scabies juice, crushing snake's fangs, slugs with tentacles, porcupine spines, dried hemp, lionfish vertebrae, white fresh ......"

"There is also a thick black gas doped, Daolong is making Poison Spirit Longevity Soup, is he going to give someone to renew his life? Or is he ...... himself"

The Holy Lord was thinking thoughtfully, and at this moment, a gloomy sword dragon appeared on the roof of the wizard's tower.

A black-and-purple wizard's robe that dragged all the way to the ground, with a green left eye and a blue right eye, white hair that fell back and back, black tattoos on his face, and a slightly long beard at the tip of his chin.

The appearance of the sword dragon is still the same, it is still in that gloomy and evil state, and the injuries caused by the Holy Lord's shattering punch before have also recovered at this time.

"The ghost guy still dares to come to my wizard tower to be presumptuous, does he think that my sword dragon is easy to bully?" The sword dragon looked down at the Holy Lord and whispered, his voice hoarse but very oppressive.

His deep black qi combined with the magic circle inscribed in the wizard's tower unexpectedly formed a materialization, and a huge pitch-black skull was generated out of thin air, which looked extremely evil.

And the Holy Lord sneered, and the fire demonic qi around him surged upward, and after coming into contact with the black qi of the sword dragon, it was directly devoured and burned as fuel.

The huge black gas skull disappeared in an instant, and after a few seconds, the black qi ceased to exist, and only the demonic qi of fire that belonged to the Holy Lord lingered in the air, causing the temperature in the vicinity to rise a lot.

The sword dragon's face was ugly, but he still insisted on wanting to say cruel words, but at this time, the holy lord took out the dragon charm from his pocket, and it was a dragon blast at the sword dragon at the height of the wizard tower now!

Bang!

A huge explosion blasts the tall wizard tower to smithereens.

The sword dragon turned into a wisp of purple smoke and disappeared the moment it was damaged, and then reappeared opposite the Holy Lord.

"Huh? How did I end up here, I should be in the castle! When the sword dragon saw the Holy Lord in front of him, he first wondered, and then his eyes showed horror.

And seeing the sword dragon's somewhat puzzled gaze, the Holy Lord said lightly: "Yan Run? Unfortunately, this is a witchcraft that I created nine centuries ago in order to go out of the house, and the life-saving function is secondary, and the important thing is enough to pretend to be forced. ”

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