Gandhi's resentment, the man in the mask in black ignored it, the man in the mask in black who seemed to have no emotion, raised his hands flat, and the arc gathered quickly, this is thunder, this is lightning, this is thunder.

Calmly looking at the amazing thunderball that appeared in his hand, watching the lightning flash, the man in the black mask calmly threw it towards Gandhi.

Looking at the thunderbolt that was thrown over by the man in the black mask, Gandhi gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and "snapped" his hands on the ground, the earth element boiled, and suddenly many stone walls rose.

At the same time as the rock wall of the earth rose, Gandhi kicked the ground hard, and the moment the ground shattered, his body jumped backwards at a very high speed, and opened the distance as fast as possible!

Gandhi had to distance himself, and he was also able to use the thunderbolt Gandhi, but he knew very well the power of this shining thunder, and this was a killer move that could kill the great knight!

"Boom!" Even if there were multiple stone walls, they still couldn't prevent the black-clothed masked man's thunderbolt from exploding, and the stone walls were directly blown away, and the violent thunder and lightning continued to chase for nearly fifty meters before gradually dissipating.

Seeing this scene, Gandhi's eyes became even more solemn, the power of the thunder explosion used by the man in the black mask was no less than the thunder explosion he shot with all his might, and the strength of this guy seemed to be no less than his own, which made Gandhi feel quite a headache. Quite depressed.

Now the situation is extremely unfavorable for Gandhi, he is injured, the injury caused by the lightning arrow of chasing the eagle is not as simple as it seems, the power of thunder and lightning is raging in his body, and at this moment, the speed of mobilizing the elemental power is three points slower. And in battle, the speed of mobilizing forces is three points slower, but it is a very fatal thing.

The other party was not injured in the slightest, and was able to exert all kinds of elemental powers, that power, that mystical degree. No less than himself. And there's always a feeling that you're fighting yourself, which is really weird.

Coupled with the hundreds of savages surrounding the entire battlefield, Gandhi was really bitter in his heart. A man in a black mask is already so difficult to deal with, if these powerful savages swarmed up again, he will probably be captured like those people.

When Gandhi felt that the battle situation was particularly unfavorable to him, he seriously suppressed the raging thunder element in his body. The black-clothed masked man who used the thunderbolt did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

This made Gandhi, who retreated into the distance, feel a little strange, and then glanced at the man in the mask in black a little, feeling the arc that flashed slightly on his body, Gandhi understood that the man in the mask in black did not want to chase after the victory, but that his body was also in a situation now.

The shaman's 'spells' are very strong, and the power of the elemental power is amazing, but there is a corresponding price to pay for harnessing the powerful power.

The shaman's spells are incredibly powerful. In particular, the power of thunder, which represents the judgment of the heavens, is even more terrifying, but after the use of such a terrifying thunder power, it will make the body fatigue rapidly, especially if the masked man still uses these many powerful and terrifying thunder methods continuously, the fatigue speed will be faster.

This kind of fatigue, even with the blessing of wild power, cannot be avoided.

Gandhi's eyes lit up when he noticed that the man in the black mask had fallen into a state of extreme physical exhaustion. He quickly slapped a few recovery spells on himself, suppressing the raging thunder power in his body.

Feel your strength start to return. Feeling back up, Gandhi clenched his fists. Looking at the black-robed masked man who should still be in the backlash of the thunder power, with a hand, a scroll appeared, and after opening it, the blood on the wound was used. Rub it, then reroll it, slap it on the ground, and shout: "Wild power, tiger summons!" ”

With Gandhi's big drink. Black spells poured out of the scroll and ran towards the black-robed masked man. Eight tigers pounced from the void and bit at the masked man.

And at this moment, the black-robed masked man, who should be in the backlash of the thunder power, also took out a scroll, bit it through his hand, swiped it with green blood, closed the scroll, and then slapped it on the ground. The ground shattered with a click, and eight tigers of different appearance and size, but more ferocious than the tiger summoned by Gandhi, swooped out around them!

In the next moment, the two groups of tigers fought together in an instant, tearing and fighting together!

After the black-robed masked man summoned the tiger, he didn't stop, and with a heavy press on the ground, sixteen giant snakes tens of meters long rushed out of the earth and killed the tiger summoned by Gandhi.

This scene made Gandhi's eyes twitch. Before Gandhi could come up with any way to turn the situation around, the ferocious giant snake and the fierce tiger had already defeated Gandhi's eight-headed tiger, and the two sides were not on the same level at all, and the difference in combat power was too great, and they were killed almost without a single round!

It seems that in terms of wild power, Gandhi was completely blown up by the other party.

"Who the hell are you?" Watching the tiger he summoned was killed in an instant, feeling the little magic power left in his body, Gandhi's eyes showed a touch of fear, the other party's tricks, as if they were aimed at him?

Calm, unusually calm, in the face of Gandhi's questioning, the man in the black robe and mask did not say a word, no, it should be said that from the beginning, the man in the black robe and mask did not say a word, as if he could not speak at all, and could not speak.

Looking at Gandhi with indifferent and emotionless eyes, the figure of the black-robed masked man flashed, appeared in front of Gandhi, and slammed a punch into Gandhi's abdomen.

"Can't move... Could it be... The Fallacy of Illusion...... "Gandhi realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, and there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, then a pain in his neck, and he fainted completely.

At the moment of fainting, Gandhi saw his own shadow in the eyes of the black-robed masked man, the cold emotionless shadow, at this moment, Gandhi understood, understood that the black-robed masked man was himself, his own image. It is the dragon vein of the earth with the help of India's national fortune photocopied itself.

It is precisely because of this that he will know it, and so will the man in the black robe mask, and if he understands it, the man in the black robe mask will also understand it. And on the earth, in nature, in the wild power, in the resilience, the black-robed masked man completely exploded himself.

It is precisely because of this that if you don't surpass yourself, then it will be impossible to defeat the black-robed masked man.

However, Gandhi understood too late. If...... No, there are no ifs.

When he entered the prison, he was already trapped in the dragon formation, in the mud. In the whirlpool, he slowly suffocated, struggled, and finally became a member of the prison powerlessly. Just like those Indian practitioners before it.

These practitioners were born in India, practiced in India, and are inextricably linked to India's national fortunes. When they fell into the trapped dragon formation that had already cut off the dragon veins, they were already doomed.

After all, not everyone can explode in adversity and surpass themselves, and not everyone can defeat themselves while killing thousands of savages by the way. A wild man with super high magic resistance, defense, and strength condensed by the spirit of the earth.

Such a wild man, if there are 100,000, it is difficult that even the god of disobedience can be buried.

However, it is a pity that even Zheng Shuanglong, who cut the dragon vein of New Delhi, India. At most, it can only summon 10,000 wildlings. Otherwise, Zheng Shuanglong didn't have to let Nagato Yuxi and Lihua leave New Delhi, nor did he have to fight with the god of disobedience, just use the wild crowd to push them away.

knocked Gandhi unconscious, Gandhi's photoprint, that is, the black-robed masked man, calmly looked at the unconscious Gandhi, and reached out and imprinted heavily on the position of Gandhi's dantian. An esoteric rune appeared, sealing all the magic power of Gandhi's body.

That's done. The photocopy waved at the savages, motioning for them to send Gandhi to his cell, leaving Gandhi with the practitioners who had long been caught.

As for the torture that awaited Gandhi, the unconscious photocopy would not have cared. Anyway, when the next cultivator comes, it will no longer be him.

There is no unsolvable magic circle in the world, and the same is true for the trapped dragon array. Transcend yourself, overcome yourself, break through yourself, and finally kill in the center of the cottage and destroy one of the thirty-six altars. You can break the trapped dragon formation and escape from this endless grassland. Enter the next scene, break through the thirty-six scenes, and you will be able to break the trapped dragon formation and kill in front of Zheng Shuanglong.

Of course, if there is a power that surpasses the earth's dragon veins and the power that surpasses the national fortunes of a country in India, then you can also directly use brute force to crack this trapped dragon array.

After all, this trapped dragon array is only trapped by the earth dragon veins, and for monster-level existences such as god killers and disobedient gods, this trapped dragon array is still too weak. It can't withstand the attack of such a monstrous being.

However, the trapped dragon array created by Yuxi has infinite possibilities, although it has no effect on the gods of disobedience and god killers now, but this does not mean that it will not be useful in the future.

After Gandhi was thrown into the cell, an eye appeared in the sky above the cell, emitting a ray of light into Gandhi's eyes, Gandhi, who had fainted, woke up instantly, and at the same time, the majestic magic of Gandhi's legendary shaman was extracted and drilled into the eyes of the void. This process was completed in less than a second!

The Void Eye, which absorbed Gandhi's mana, slowly disappeared, but the extraction of mana continued, and Gandhi became a humanoid generator at this moment, constantly being extracted of mana.

After Gandhi's mana was drained, his whole body softened, weak, and tired, just like the other practitioners in the cell who had their mana drained. The whole person is almost scrapped.

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New Delhi, underground garage.

"Three hundred and sixty-two!" Zheng Shuanglong drank tea, tasted pastries, listened to the low mournful cry of the earth dragon veins around him, and looked at the image that appeared in the mirror in the void in front of him, the image of Gandhi being captured and sent into the cell, and said quite happily.

If it were someone else, Zheng Shuanglong would not be so happy at all, but Gandhi is equivalent to the legendary shaman of the Great Knight, such a battery is quite precious, and among the three hundred and sixty-two Indian cultivators who were captured, this is the first existence equivalent to the Great Knight.

Relying on the huge magic power on Gandhi's body, Zheng Shuanglong was able to use some good things in the battle with the god of disobedience.

However, using the big knight as a battery, this is a little wasteful, and some of the gains outweigh the losses. But Gandhi is not Zheng Shuanglong's person, he is an Indian practitioner, and when Zheng Shuanglong uses the Indian dragon vein to summon the god of disobedience, he has an indissoluble enmity with the entire Indian cultivation community.

Leaving a legendary shaman like Gandhi is also a little risky. However, using the Grand Knight as a battery like this is really too violent.

After all, there are not so many powerhouses at the level of great knights among human beings, and talents, qualifications, resources, and famous teachers are indispensable. Using it like this, even Zheng Shuanglong felt a little wasteful.

A little embarrassed, looking at the image in the mirror, Zheng Shuanglong took a sip of tea, coughed a few times, and thought a little helplessly: It's a pity that it's a great knight in India, if it's a big knight in other places, maybe I can still stay, and it may not be possible to accept it as a godkiller.

However, with an Indian legendary shaman like Gandhi as an energy source, when the battle comes, it will be able to let go a little.

Don't look at the huge amount of mana on the godkiller's body seems to be endless, but the consumption of using power is also quite amazing, and in this case, it is also a good thing to be able to have a little more energy.

"Also, in twenty-three minutes, the solar eclipse is about to begin, and now only three hundred and sixty-two cultivators have found the cottage, hmm, am I overestimating those Indian cultivators, or have they already discovered my thoughts, so they can't be so cautious, a little troubled, three hundred and sixty-two batteries, after the earth dragon veins are exhausted, they can't maintain such a large area of trapped dragon formation for long." Zheng Shuanglong looked at the sky with light like electricity.

There, after waiting for more than twenty minutes, it is the moment when the solar eclipse begins, and it is also the time when the divine war begins, although it is not certain that the summoned person is the Saturn god Shani, but Zheng Shuanglong knows very well that this level of summoning, such a summoning with the earth dragon vein as an energy source, can definitely summon the god of disobedience. Divine wars are inevitable.

And in the God War, it is also good to be able to increase the odds of victory a little.

Even if this victory is won by the national fortune of the entire India, the lives of Indian cultivators, and the New Delhi of India, Zheng Shuanglong will not care at all.

After all, Zheng Shuanglong is not an Indian, and he doesn't have a good impression of India, as for the casualties of the people, oh, come on, who cares about the deaths of people they don't know, and the casualties of people who don't have much contact.

The world is very big and chaotic, people are dying every day, because of war, because of disease, because of poverty, because of tribal riots, at least more than 100,000 people die every day in Africa, and apart from Africans, how many people will care about how many people die in Africa. (To be continued.) )