The Dark Witch people are all dwarfs in the eyes of humans.

The wizards of the Dark Witch Clan like to wear long robes and cloth hats over their heads, and it is very difficult to distinguish a target among a group of wizards by eyesight alone.

Fortunately, in order to show the status of the black witch, there will be some subtle differences in the color and style of the robes of the black witch clan, and the wizard robe of the high-level wizard itself is a valuable magic weapon.

The wizard who cast the forbidden spell was dressed in purple and gold robes, and he did not deliberately hide his figure, he stood on a tower eight hundred meters away, waving the staff in his hand, his lips moving rapidly, obviously chanting a spell.

Traveling a distance of thousands of meters, for the fat monk, it is just the blink of an eye, if he shoots with all his strength, he believes that with the power of the Wanjun knife and the astonishing speed of the two-stage knife technique, it should not be difficult to kill people.

But the fat monk was a little hesitant.

Because the wizard wearing the purple-gold robe was Gegemu, and his strength was comparable to that of the top wizard of the Black Witch Clan of the Nine Realms cultivators of the human race!

The masters of this realm are not so easy to kill.

At least with the strength of the fat monk's cultivation, I am not sure.

What's more, the fat monk's first task in front of him is to protect Zhang Qingfeng in the house, once he leaves, even if it is only for a very short time, it will give the masters of the Black Witch Clan who are eyeing each other an opportunity.

Just when the fat monk hesitated.

The thunder in the sky rang out again.

The thunderclouds, which had dissipated most of them, began to condense again.

The second forbidden spell is rapidly approaching.

Click!

There were still eighteen thunder pillars, all of which were split on the little black dragon.

There was another uncontrollable scream of pain, and the dragon's blood was sprinkled like rain, and the fat monk's body was stained red with blood.

"Damn!"

The fat monk was furious.

He could endure his injury, but when he saw the little black dragon injured, his heart felt like he had been pierced by ten thousand steel knives, and the forbidden curse heavenly thunder was ten times more painful than the one that hit him, a hundred times.

Regarding what happened to the little black dragon, the fat monk once heard Zhang Qingfeng say that not long after she was born, she was injected with the ghost spirit of the black prison, and was tortured inhumane for nearly a thousand years, and then saved Zhang Qingfeng several times in the moment of life and death.

Now, he could only watch the little black dragon carry the forbidden spell alone and could not do anything, how could he not feel uncomfortable in his heart?

As the little black dragon that showed its body flew into the air, this made the direction of her previous defense vacant, and a large number of black witch warriors rushed up with weapons when they saw the end of the forbidden spell.

"Damn ants!"

The fat monk was angry, but he was also very helpless.

In terms of cultivation realm, these Black Witch Clan warriors are no different from ants in his eyes, if they fight alone, it is not much more difficult to kill them than to pinch an ant to death, but the number of the other party is too much, even if his cultivation is high, it is impossible to deal with so many people at the same time without letting them get close.

For the fat monk, it is nothing to get close, his King Kong body is the strongest defensive armor, but the problem is that Zhang Qingfeng's retreat house behind him will definitely not be able to stop the wolf tactics of this group of dwarfs.

Just when the fat monk was in a hurry, the little black dragon in mid-air suddenly raised its huge dragon head, opened its big mouth, and a dark red fireball quickly expanded in her throat!

"Dragon's Breath!"

Call!

A tongue of fire.

Overwhelming.

The entire night sky burned into a sea of fire.

The dragon's breath of destruction descended from the sky with the wrath of the little black dragon and fell into the array of black witch warriors.

The heart-rending screams soared into the sky.

Hundreds of Black Witch warriors instantly turned into fire men, except for the radius of more than ten meters under the little black dragon's body, the entire courtyard, along with all the creatures within two hundred meters nearby, were all turned into flying ashes in the dragon's breath flames, including hundreds of corpses on the ground!

"Chance!"

The chaos brought about by the dragon's breath made the fat monk see the opportunity to make a move.

As long as you get rid of the impostor on the tower, or interrupt him to continue to cast the forbidden spell, the next defense initiative will be in your own hands.

As soon as he thought of this, the fat monk no longer hesitated, he stomped on the ground with both feet, and his body was like a falling star, crashing towards the tower eight hundred meters away!

As soon as his feet left the ground, the air around the fat monk's body burned violently, because the speed was too fast, and the sparks caused by friction with the air were too fast.

It's just a kilometer, and it's just a blink of an eye.

The Wanjun knife in the fat monk's hand had already been raised high above his head, drawing a fiery red tail and slashing at the top of the head of the fake Gegemu!

Gegemu, who was about to chant a spell on the roof of the building, seemed to be stupefied by the fat monk who was suddenly approaching, he looked at the big knife that fell in mid-air, his face changed miserably, as if he didn't expect the fat monk's speed to be so terrifying!

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the fake checkered wooden hand shuddered, and the half-meter-long staff fell to the ground.

Knowing that there was no way to hide, he simply closed his eyes and calmly accepted this devastating knife.

Click!

Wan Jun's knife slashed at the head of the fake Gegemu.

Before the blade touched his body, the sharp sword qi had already sliced his skull, followed by his short body.

This process lasts for an extremely short period of time.

Before the sound of bones shattering could be heard, it was drowned out by another roar of shaking the earth.

Bang!

The tower beneath Gegemu was like firewood split by a giant axe, split in two under the Wanjun knife.

Before the building collapsed, it was torn into a pile of rubble by the violent knife qi, and along with the body of the counterfeit Gegemu, it turned into ruins.

However, the fat monk who won the blow did not breathe a sigh of relief.

Opposite.

At the moment when the counterfeit grid wood was split with a knife, his heart trembled, and he suddenly had a strange feeling.

"That's not right!"

The fat monk woke up suddenly, and his whole body instantly sweated like a waterfall.

It was at this moment that he heard the voice of the imposter Gegemu.

"Sha Er is stupid, you are really an idiot, a small illusion actually lured you away, Zhang Qingfeng took you into the swamp, you are really blind. ”

Voices came from all directions, and even a real fool would understand what everything just happened meant!

Illusion!

Even the masters of the Eight Realms can't tell the difference between true and false illusions!

That alone is close to a forbidden spell!

The fat monk didn't have time to pay attention to the cynicism of the fake Gegemu, he turned around suddenly, the qi in his body was surging like a landslide, and he was about to return to the small courtyard to save people.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw nearly a hundred black-robed wizards landing around the hut, they raised their magic staff at the same time, and countless magic rays turned into a huge palm a hundred meters long, and with a slight wave, the little black dragon in mid-air flew out.

Then, the big hand that was condensed by the spell pressed down hard!

The space collapsed, and the rocks flew sideways.

Bang!

Hut...... Gone!