Eschinze Gold North Coast.

The deep night sky was filled with dark clouds, the waves of the 100-meter sea were monstrous, thick lightning raged in the sky, the wind howled, and the torrential rain poured.

After preparing for such a long time, it is finally the last moment to open the plane passage.

The Immortal stood in the middle of a circle that had been arranged, drawing the final spatial coordinates.

"It's raining so hard, do you think those old guys will be drenched in soup as soon as they come back?"

It was a small snake floating in the air at will, and the rain directly penetrated his body and slapped on the ground.

The mood of the Immortal at this time can no longer be described as bad, it should be terrible!

Originally, his task of delivering information to the Mystical Void was completed, but it was not easy to set up a large portal by this damn little bastard to be captured as drudgery.

"The powerful demonic energy that has infiltrated from the free has begun to change the climate here, but let's say okay, you still owe me two 10,000-level resource slots privately, damn it! The Void Beast's blood is about to run out again. ”

"Don't be so nervous, I can foresee the rise of the Holy See in the future, and I don't do this to help you have a good relationship with the future Plane Overlord. ”

"Hmph, foresee the future? It's almost as good as your argument to deceive those fools who can't even touch the edge of the white robe. ”

Although the rain was heavy, it could not touch the Immortals in the slightest.

Carefully dipped in the blood of the Void Beast, and wrote the last symbol on a large piece of magic crystal, the Immortal exhaled a loud breath.

"It's done. ”

It's just that he didn't get a response from Narug, his brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the little bastard floating beside him, and the immortal frowned slightly, "You don't still want me to welcome the people of the arcane secret realm for you, do you?"

"Oh, help people to the end, you are familiar with them, who are you not looking for in this matter?"

It's been 10,000 years, and Nozmar has never suffered this kind of, and for a moment he laughed angrily, "Okay! Narug, when those old immortals come back, I'll be the first to poke you out, those people are not as good as me." ”

There is no doubt that most of the legendary mystics who have been exiled have hated Narug to the root of their teeth, except for a few who have fallen existence.

The Outlands are not as beautiful as the Overworld, with its beautiful landscapes and pleasant landscapes.

Ashes, dust, darkness, magical storms, death rays, and even more terrifying magical creatures and plane wars!

Everywhere there is suffocating gloom and death.

Compared to other planes that come and go as soon as they want, the main world that exists and guards the will of the world is simply a clear stream of it.

Regardless of whether you can destroy a plane with a wave of your hand in the Outlands, when you come here, I am afraid that you can only tear down a corner of the continent at most.

Moreover, the Overworld also has a passage connecting all planes and resource planes, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a central hub, otherwise how could such a small, material-poor world attract the coveted of all forces.

Compared to the Divine Domain, these mystics are at least the former conquerors and natives of the Overworld, and in some ways more reliable than those who claim to be gods.

"Then I'm so scared, uh... Very scared. ”

It's good that Narug didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, there were two more bruised veins on the immortal's forehead!

If you let Mien know the situation here, I'm afraid he will only laugh secretly, there is reincarnation in the sky, and the little snake will spare anyone.

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart that burned through the entire earth's crust, the Immortal took two large breaths of fresh air, trying to forget as much as possible what the little bastard had just said.

Besides, he was just talking about killing Narug, I'm afraid that apart from his own suicide, he can't find an existence in this world that can threaten him.

Sorting out his emotions, the Immortal spilled a handful of powder from his pocket as a long, awkward incantation sounded.

The powder that floated in the rain diffused outward little by little with a faint blue glow from the spell.

The runes on the giant portal were also lit up.

Like a greedy beast, the sheer amount of magical energy began to converge in this direction.

The spell grew louder and louder, and the powder burned out, and the entire portal lit up at this moment!

The huge blue energy beam formed a huge whirlpool with a radius of hundreds of meters and tore the heavens and the earth, and countless rainstorms formed a huge waterspout that covered the sky and the earth, and the purple electric dragon resounded with a earth-shattering roar throughout the north coast!

Wind tunnels roared, trees were uprooted, boulders tumbled outward, as if the sky was falling apart!

And all kinds of visions here also landed in the distant dwarven kingdom.

As in the oldest legends, the enraged gods punished the sinners, and even the bravest fishermen hid in their homes and shivered, praying that the storm would not blow to the shores.

The prince of the Thundering Clan, Casimos was stationed on the coast with thousands of soldiers, and standing next to him was Hilda.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't interfere in it, the Pope has promised that your dwarven kingdom will be fine. ”

"The Wanderers are back on earth, Hilda, and let me know if you need help. ”

The half-breed ranger put his windswept hair behind his ear, "It won't be that day." ”

Not only the dwarves, but also the elves in the hinterland of Esinze also sensed the strong fluctuations of magical energy in the north, and the eyes of the star chaser turned into endless stars to look north, and in an instant, he knew everything.

The day has come...

...

Lightning and storms raged wildly, and the sea was stirred up by huge waves thousands of meters high.

At this moment, the portal opened.

Countless blues were scattered in an instant, and even the storm and tsunami calmed down in an instant, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Pitch black, distorted.

Until an old man in a white robe and a white beard slowly stepped out with a scepter in his hand.

At this moment, the whole world fell silent.

The Immortal smiled and walked towards the man with open arms, "Star-Swallowing, my friend, long time no see. ”

"Nozmar, looking at you, it seems that I am not welcome to come back, is this the 'Eden' in 10,000 years?"

Compared to the Immortal who wears black robes all day long and has a thin body, the Lord of Destruction is like an old wise man, whether it is hair or beard, everything is meticulously cared for.

With a dry laugh, the Immortal withdrew his arm.

"It's good that after 10,000 years of being thrown by great magic energy, there is no waste here. ”

Just as the two were talking, a voice suddenly sounded above Swallowing Star's head.

Hoarse, like scratching gold and iron.

"Swallow Star, do you remember me? You were much younger than you are now. ”