The white dragon was about to do this, but when he saw that the wizard had completed two-thirds of the spell, he suddenly stopped chanting.

The big bald head looked at the sky, and suddenly frowned, he turned his head to stare at the volcano in the south, and silently released a bunch of protective spells on his body.

Bai He couldn't help but hold his breath, and a shocking premonition of danger made his cranial nerves twitch.

This terrifying feeling surpassed the big bald head who cast the spell, and was even sharper than Master Kona in the Eight Leaves Tower, filled with a clear lethal taste.

He shuddered as he watched the glacier begin to twist as the magic shook it, the volcano spewing flames and lava in a roaring explosion, and the smoke obscured the sky in a few breaths.

Her tattered black robe fluttered between the icy wind and fire, and her long hair swirled with flames and lightning.

The remnants of the magical aura alone caused gusts of wind that blew up snowflakes.

Smoke, burning, lightning, icy wind, lava, snowy mountains,

Ignoring the terrifying aura of destruction, such a picture reveals a wild and magnificent beauty.

However, in Bai He's opinion, this woman's sloppy appearance really doesn't match her breezy momentum.

"But I enjoyed a good show, although I know that this kind of thing is not uncommon in your organization, but it is still very disgusting to observe it so closely. ”

She stood still in the air, her blue eyes staring at the big bald head and the white dragon, and her voice sounded lazy and cold: "Why don't you continue to perform this good show?"

"It's a performance that can kill people, but if you can't act, you won't act well, especially when the villain is around. Crowley Sarn laughed and replied to the woman: "Great Witch Queen, why don't you fight on the front lines?

"The death of my best friend for many years at the hands of your student is not unsalvageable, but I still feel compelled to come and see my enemy. The witch queen squinted her eyes and stared at Bai He: "By the way, do you have a good time with my subordinates and friends?"

"He must be a very pleasant witch queen, it was your people who found fault first, you 'righteous' people, why don't you always examine your own problems first?" Crowley Sarn's smile was full of mockery, "Or do you righteous people only reason when you are victims and are at a disadvantage?"

"You black-hearted slave traders and mad sadists are all so sharp-toothed, but the wizard's doctrine must ultimately be told by magic. The witch queen took a step forward, her body descending, but it looked a little taller under the stronger energy arch: "Crowressahn, take off your red clothes and erase your tattoos to be loyal to me, I admire your talent, and I give you this opportunity to abandon your filthy organization and serve me." As for this Mr. White Dragon, I won't worry about Tarun for the time being, I guess he may be alive now...... Well, you're a rare breed, and I'm missing a mount that looks distinctive. ”

Sit down your sister.

Bai Long cursed in his heart, but patiently told him that now was not a good opportunity to do it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't have the idea of turning my back on my country and my family for the time being. Crowley Sahn said, "Perhaps your organization has become accustomed to accepting betrayers. ”

"And what about your 'problem'? Don't forget that your problem can only be solved by my mother, otherwise you will not be able to break through that limit, no matter what kind of arcane art you research. ”

Listening to the bald head's answer, the witch queen said in a relaxed tone, and Bai He noticed that Crowley Sarn's mood changed significantly in an instant, as if he was arrogant after a short period of depression: "Hahaha! We study arcane arts, but we don't grovel to the managers of power, Lord Witch Queen, you are really different from us! How can you, who are accustomed to using the power and bloodline talents, truly understand a real wizard?"

"Solandron has told me something similar, so in order to prevent your Excellency from becoming the second Solandron, I have to destroy you with regret. A burning light appeared in the witch queen's eyes, and between the raised hands, storms, flames, thunder, sound waves, force fields, and powerful arrows with disenchanting magic rushed towards Crowley Sarn from all directions: "I hope you can repent well in hell, and if you have the opportunity to be reincarnated, you will no longer wear clothes of this color." ”

"Two spell sequences want to destroy me, Witch Queen! ”

Crowley Sarn laughed wildly, and the speed of many spells became incredibly fast again, and at this moment, the teleportation light was activated again, and a huge deep hell purgatory appeared behind him, and many magic spells hit it, including the first to disarm the magic and dimensional anchor, it barely reacted, and before it could ask for a reward according to the otherworldly oath, it turned into flying ashes, but the bald head and the white dragon disappeared in the light of the teleportation.

The witch queen looked at the mountain that was flattened by the aftermath of the magic power, and her heart was extremely unhappy, she pinched her fingers and counted the spells cast by the big bald head, and her expression gradually changed to a look of admiration and disdain: "It's a pity that you reached the limit so quickly." ”

She reined in her magical aura, the erupting volcanoes and the raging storm came to a standstill, and when she returned to the front headquarters, she was the scruffy-looking middle-aged madwoman again: "Tell the front line to step up the attack, and you must advance to the Saar Mountains before nightfall today." ”

She frowned slightly and flipped through the information on the table, and suddenly a note fell from the file, she picked it up and read it, and a look of surprise appeared on her face for a while.

......

It's not the first time that Bailong has experienced this kind of thing.

It may sound like teleportation, but it doesn't feel like that at all.

Teleportation to the Inner Realm requires the use of the Aether Realm and the Maelstrom, teleportation to the Outer Realm is done through the Astral Realm, and teleportation between the main material realms is mainly done through the Aether Realm.

No matter what kind of shuttle, the traveler seems to be installed in a sac squeezed to the limit, this feeling is that you look and feel very much like a human shape, but in fact it has become a shuttle-like thing in some kind of regular change, it is strictly forbidden to move any non-small amount during the teleportation process, any form of such action will affect the effect of teleportation, once you are teleported to the wild and demonless plane that is called heaven and earth is not spiritual, the consequences are undoubtedly quite bad.

In fact, the white dragon did not think about that situation - he could use the dice to come and go freely, and it was not so terrible to fall into the savage plane, as long as he waited for more than a hundred days, but what if this was not the case?

What's more, there is a great opportunity to do it once and for all.

He looked at the big bald Crowley Sarn in front of him.

Although 'Time Stop' seems to be omnipotent, the White Dragon can see clearly afterwards that the time left for the caster of this spell is actually very short, even if he summoned cannon fodder to block the disaster and launched the teleportation at the fastest speed, Crowley Sarn was still seriously injured.

All the magic items on his body showed a kind of broken aura, apparently completely ineffective, and the bald head of the red robe, which was burned in half, turned pale, and constantly restrained himself from vomiting blood during the teleportation.

At the moment when the teleportation ended, the white dragon violently broke free, and Crowley's face fell into a brief delay at the moment when the spell was countered, and the white dragon pierced the heart of the big bald head with a fierce claw, and sure enough, the protection was completely lost.

Shirakawa laughed hahaha, and the ghost flew out of him, trying to attack Crowley's soul with psychic power.

Seeing that his chest was poked into by sharp claws, the big bald head opened his mouth vomiting blood, and laughed, he pointed at Bai He as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, a magic explosion of light seeped out of his body, and Bai He, who noticed that something was wrong, quickly retracted the yin ghost and rolled backwards, still dizzy from being blown up, plus the side effects left by the spiritual union, it took a few minutes for him to stand up.

The dismembered corpses of the big bald head turned into a puddle scattered in the center of the room, and a head with open eyes looked at Bai He high, still with a mocking smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed to be full of banter.

It seems that no matter whether you live or die, you can't change this expression that is unusually unbeatable in Bai He's eyes.

......

Bai He took a few deep breaths, looked away from the big bald head with some fear, and carefully observed the environment he was in.

This was a huge teleportation room, dozens of teleportation arrays were arranged on both sides of the rectangular room, and the place where Shirakawa was located was on a semicircular platform at the end of the hall, he raised his head to see the distorted sky on the transparent membrane, and suddenly realized that this was not the main material realm.

Otherworldly Mage Tower?

Bai He gently touched this layer of 'membrane', and at the moment when the nail poked out of the membrane, a strange wind suddenly blew through, Bai He subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the dragon claw still fell off a small section.

"This protection is really good, it seems that the outside is not allowed to enter, and the inside is not allowed to let out. ”

Bai He muttered as he looked at the smooth mirror-like fracture on his claws, he looked down at the bottom of the mage tower, like a piece of land like a fragment, suspended in the void, and in the distance was a chaotic place that could not be seen clearly, as if it was cut into the void, and above the heavenly dome there were several huge whirlpools, in which chaotic energy and matter were rolling.

Is this a half-plane?

Now the question is, how do you get out? and how do you get out of here?

If you can't find a way to do it, then why don't you want to die in this place?

As he paced slowly through the teleportation room, he could see that the tower was not very elaborately constructed, and that there were crudely spell marks on many of the walls, but the sparkling magical aura in his eyes told Shirakawa that the mage tower was extraordinarily powerful.

It seems that this is the private nest of the big bald head.

Shirakawa returned to the head of the big bald head and the talent.

In fact, from the time when this big bald head was torn apart, there were many questions that deeply troubled him.

However, Bai Long soon realized that too much trouble would not help solve the problem at this time.

He kicked the head away and picked up the tattered spellbook that the big bald head had dropped to the side.