"Quack Quack ......"

Vitruvius couldn't help but laugh heartily when he saw the success of his plan.

But now is not the time to be complacent, the so-called half ninety of those who travel a hundred miles, the closer to success, the more cautious they must be.

Vitruvius, who was still falling in mid-air, quickly tightened the hemp rope, and finally stuffed the inevitably extraordinary clay porcelain jar into the space bag around his waist before he hit the ground.

And then there's a plop.

Vitruvius landed on his back and fell on his back.

Belch...... Vitruvius fell from a height and was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, when my brother broke into the space passage, he had already filled up his health, otherwise this time my brother would have been tragic.

Since Vitruvius was in mid-air, he had taken all his energy to the ceramic jar, so he didn't have time to adjust his posture when he landed.

So much so that after he landed, he suffered multiple fractures all over his body, and Rao had "strong regeneration" and could only lie on the ground for a while.

……

It took Amenar a full ten minutes of chanting before the spiritual fire on the White Bone Lotus Platform was rekindled.

As soon as he lit the spiritual fire, he sensed that there was something wrong with the soul witch array he had arranged.

In order to prevent the stupid thing he had summoned, he inadvertently destroyed his soul witch array, especially the core device in the center of the witch array, the soul cup, was just a clay jar, which was very fragile and could be easily trampled on.

Therefore, the undead creatures summoned by Amenar cannot go to the top of the hilltop platform, and can only patrol the spiral passage below the top platform.

With such a safe arrangement of the Soul Witch Array, how could something go wrong?

Belch...... Could it be?

Amenar looked up at the dome of the Labyrinth of Thorns.

…… Could there be a second boar man?

The soul fire in Amenar's eyes flashed, and he continued to murmur in the undead language.

The crystal bone dragon in his robe flew out again, expanding rapidly at the same time.

Amenar floated towards the dragon's back, and the crystal bone dragon spread its wings, and after a few flaps of the crystal dragon wings, it reached the top of the spiral mountain.

Amenar's skeletal hand caressed a groove in the center of the Soul Witch Array, and the soul fire in his eyes was surprisingly calm.

He stood beside the groove for a long time.

Suddenly!

A large flash of soul fire appeared in Amenar's eye sockets.

That thief must still be in this thorny labyrinth.

He took the Soul Cup, and the spatial passage would shrink in half in an instant, and then disappear completely within a few breaths.

That thief can't be! He definitely didn't have that much speed.

As long as the thief hasn't left the labyrinth of thorns, the old man will find him no matter what!

The roar of spiritual power emitted by Yamenar even caused ripples like substance in the air, making the crystal bone dragon, who was also also in the legendary stage, tremble.

……

At the site of the shaman group of the Split-Hoof Minotaur tribe, seven or eight minotaur shamans are silently casting spells and investigating around a glazed sand tray that shines with silver light.

Suddenly, the minotaur shaman on the field looked up almost simultaneously and looked stunned.

A black spot suddenly appeared on the glazed sand tray that shone with a pale blue glow, and then suddenly disappeared.

Led by an elderly minotaur shaman in a silver robe, he stood up with an excited face, and the bull's tongue trembled and spit out.

The young heifer behind him was frightened, thinking that the old mage had committed a myocardial infarction.

"Quick, fast, fast, fast......" The old minotaur shaman spat out four quick words in a row, and the latter words couldn't even be spoken.

A shrewd heifer in the back immediately answered: "Get medicine for the old mage!" ”

"Fuck you!" The old minotaur shaman is a backhand that hits him with a staff.

The shrewd heifer stumbled, and the cow had tears of grievance in his eyes.

The old minotaur shaman took a deep breath and shouted with full of anger: "Quickly inform Chief Kane that the spatial loophole in the secret realm has been found!" ”

……

Vitruvius lay on the ground on all fours, easily panting, touched his waist, and sat up slowly.

Suddenly, he felt that the ground was shaking, up and down, up and down.

Then the rumbling sound reached Vitruvius's ears.

He turned his head and saw a huge amount of smoke and dust rising behind him.

At the forefront of the smoke and dust is a Kodomon in military uniform.

Kodomon carried a minotaur warrior and four war drums, and as Kodomon ran, the four war drums thundered at the same time.

That Minotaur warrior was none other than Kane Ironhoof, the chief of the Splithoof Minotaur tribe.

He was followed by a line of minotaur warriors and minotaur shamans, all dressed in military uniforms with a fierce look in their eyes.

These minotaur warriors and shamans all rode Kodomon.

Each Kodomon has a war drum on all sides, and when it runs, it rings together, and it can really shake the earth and make it easy for ghosts and gods.

Although there were only 12 minotaurs, Vitruvius felt a great flood rushing towards him, and he was a little lamb that was about to be submerged by the flood.

Seeing the galloping army of minotaurs, they were about to step on Vitruvius's body.

But in the center of the team, an elderly minotaur shaman said inarticulately: "Just ...... Here it is. ”

Fortunately, Kane Iron Hoof, who was at the forefront, shouted: "Stop! ”

The legion of 12 minotaurs suddenly came to a standstill in front of Vitruvius, and the momentum of the legion was like a flood receding, leaving only a deep and bottomless lake.

Kane Ironhoof had an extremely strong body, but he jumped off Kodomon's back with a slight leap.

Hula!

Kane Ironhoof pulled out a battle axe larger than his ox's body, and with a whirlwind, the wind whipped Vitruvius like a leaf and rolled it on the ground several times.

Then the great bullhead of the majestic Minotaur chief Kane Ironhoof, looked left, right, up, down.

In the end, the cow's head turned around several times, and nothing unusual was found.

Boom!

Kane Ironhoof slammed his tomahawk to the ground.

Vitruvius, who had just tried to get up, fell down again.

"Huh! …… Where did the evil god go? ”

"Where is the space passage?"

……

The minotaur warriors behind Chief Kane all looked up blankly, and some even began to whisper.

Several legendary minotaur shamans and shamans of Mother Earth are arguing together with a magic plate.

A moment later.

The old minotaur wearing a silver-white robe stepped out of the crowd, and he said to Kane Iron Hoof: "Chief Kane, according to the authoritative calculations of our shamanic mage group, the space passage has been completely closed, and it is uncertain when it will be opened, and it may not be in the same place when it will be opened next time, and I don't know where it will be. ”

Kane Ironhoof was speechless.

Old thing, you have a for saying this? If you weren't an old thing, Lao Tzu would have smashed you in the face with an axe.

This is Kane Ironhoof's inner monologue.

The old minotaur shaman took a breath and continued: "But according to the authoritative calculations of our shaman group, the forest troll on the ground must have passed through from the opposite side of the spatial passage. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the 24 bulls looked at Vitruvius with their eyes.

Without hesitation, Vitruvius raised his hands in surrender.