On the third floor of the nine-story tower, the scorching tongue of fire **** the air, distorting all the space, a grain of crimson and purple sparks jumping, agile as a flame elf, but no one will compare it with a weak fire elf, they firmly believe that as long as there is a grain of this space, it will release the terrifying power that destroys the entire Bolol City in an instant, and here, this is the curse above the fire forbidden spell - the hiss of the fire god.

And it is in the midst of such a spell that today it welcomes its weakest visitor in history.

Jensen's clothes had been reduced to ashes, revealing a fat body that had been corroded by the smell of alcohol, and the loose fat was pulled down, looking very disgusting.

The tongue of fire constantly **** his body, transferring heat to him without damaging his body, Fa Shengluo's old face appeared in midair, and a pair of red and black eyes stared at Jensen below, ruthless as a god.

"Haven't you thought about it yet?" a thought suddenly came from below, and the scorching flames dispersed in all directions, revealing a yellow light. Condensed into a yellow-robed old man.

"Gicuri, not yet, this grace?" Lordan Fa sage, his red eyes turned sharply, and fell on Jensen.

"Cat!" Jensen sat up sharply, roaring loudly, with a deep fear and fear in his voice, as if he was suffering from inhuman torture.

After a moment, the fear in his eyes slowly faded, but a blank look appeared on Jensen's face.

"Where is this?"

All around him were full of fiery red, and the scorching breath came to his face, baking his eyes, making them dry and astringent, but there seemed to be a force in this heaven and earth, restraining him from closing his eyes.

"Mercenary, what's your name?"

The old voice rang out, and Jensen turned his head, but saw no one around, only countless dark purple sparks flipped in the flames.

"Mercenary, don't waste your time, tell you what you know. ”

Lordalfa looked angrily at Jensen who was looking around below, his crimson pupils tumbling like the crater of an active volcano, making people's hearts palpitate.

Jensen raised his head, startled, and looked at the human face floating in the sky in amazement, no wonder, this kind of saint-level method is tantamount to a legend in the mouth of a bard in the eyes of Jensen, who only has a star, he has heard but has never seen it.

"You, who are you," Jensen asked, his voice trembling.

"Fa St. Lordan. ”

"What!" Jensen exclaimed, Fa Sheng, my God, I really can't imagine that he will meet Fa Sheng one day, it's like an ordinary peasant who suddenly gets received by the emperor, it's good that he didn't faint on the spot, "That Fa Fa Sheng." My name is "My name"

"I'm not interested in knowing your name, telling me what's going on in the graveyard, the news of those two demi-saints, and you'll get something you never dared to think in return. ”

"Yes, yes, my lord!" Jensen replied, not daring to feel the slightest dissatisfaction, he licked his dry lips and said, "Yesterday and yesterday, I was going to have a mass grave from Polol City, and because of this weather, I returned to the mass grave very late."

Under the gaze of a Dharma saint, Jensen struggled to find out the fragmentary memories from his mind, and told them little by little with great anxiety in his heart, he was very afraid that in the end, he would accidentally provoke the Fa Sheng, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped himself to death, not even a corpse, it was really not even a place to cry.

It was precisely because of his apprehension that he didn't see that in the sky above the heavens, the face condensed by the Lordan Fa Saint was getting redder and redder.

"That's enough!" roared Lordalfa, he couldn't stand this kind of mother-in-law's complaint, it was a tribulation.

Jensen was so frightened that he sat down, tears and snot fell instantly, and he didn't dare to raise his head, so he sat on the ground, shaking like chaff.

"You, tell me what a cat is!" Lordalfa's suppressed anger sounded again, instantly calling Jensen back in fear.

"Cat?" Jensen looked up in confusion, but the next moment, he seemed to remember something, and the doubt was instantly replaced by fear, his hands trembled unconsciously, and an emotion of fear that even Lordor Fasheng could feel rose from Jensen's body.

"Big cat," exclaimed Jensen, his hands clutching his hair, which made the corners of his eyes hang high, adding to the eerie height, "Big black cat, super big than me, she's coming at me!

He roared in horror, no one knew what he saw at that moment, but everyone understood that it was a fear that transcended life, so much so that at some point his mind could not help but shield it, to hide.

He rolled on the ground, wriggling in the flames, the flames curling his body, pouring wisps of scorching breath into his body, pale red threads blooming on his skin, like the brightness of a hell's mandala, and the glamorous beings hide the call of death.

Gradually, visible burn marks spread across his hands and feet, layer by layer, very patiently igniting his body inch by inch.

"No, don't come here!"

Jensen seemed to see that indifferent look again, and the cold touch spread to the soul, covering up the heat in his body.

A faint spark floated out of his mouth, a trace of insignificant fire spewed out of his mouth, merging into the world, a trace of smoke came out of his body, a fiery red light flashed from his body, and patches of red spots emerged from his body.

"That's enough, Lordail, are you going to watch him die?"

Lordor turned his face and glanced at Jikulifa Sheng, turned his head, the faint red light flashed in his two eyes, and a red light mask on Jensen's body lit up, wrapping his whole person, completely isolated from the world of fire, one by one the red silk threads were suddenly broken, the red spots cooled rapidly, and the sparks in his mouth stopped gushing, except for the pair of eyes filled with fear, the others recovered in an instant.

Jikuri Fasheng said: "Catwoman, a half-saint-level catwoman, there is only one in the entire city of Paulol. ”

"It's him, it's him again!" Lordan Fasheng roared: "I let him live back then, but I didn't expect that after getting the right, the dog couldn't change the ****, and actually colluded with that light thief, is he really that I can't kill him?"

"Lordael, calm down, this may not be the case. Jikulifasheng frowned, and said, the current Duke of Ruskin is really not the ant who can pinch to death ten years ago, even if his strength is still humble, but in terms of status, he stands a huge group of nobles, and in the past few years, Ruskin has not made any mistakes in the supply of Cosmo Giant City, and it seems that he has faintly entered the sight of some big people and has become a chess piece with some effect.

"Calm down, how do you tell me to calm down?" Lordor Fasheng's voice roared through the space of flames, roaring with endless flames, rolling upwards, converging into a flame deity, leaning out in the space.

"Since you are looking for death, then let's die!" Lordor Fasheng snorted coldly: "Stro, go and bring back the head of their whole family, you didn't bring it back ten years ago, so if you can't bring it back after ten years, I will let you go to the Magic Guild in Bolol City to guard the door instead of that stupid disciple of yours!"

"Yes!" flames flickered, and Stró's voice rang out in the space.

"Hey, why bother" Jikulifa sighed, the yellow light flickered, and his body faded.

In Bolol City, in the hall of the Magic Guild, a flame burst with a "bang", and a figure in a fire-colored robe walked out of the firelight, revealing a face full of frost.

Master Stro's reddish eyes were slightly raised, two fires flashed, and the huge fire-colored door in the hall in front of him burst out, and endless flames swarmed out, surrounding him, like a king facing flames.

"Who is it!" A brutal spiritual force swept out of the magic guild and came to Stro in an instant,

Stro glanced at him coldly and snorted coldly.

After a moment of brutal thought, a puzzled voice came out, "Stro Half-Saint?"

Stro spoke: "Gather all the magicians, and after a stick of incense, I will see them, and then, go to the palace of the Duke of Ruskin." ”

The thought was slightly startled, all the magicians, including two ninth-level magicians, and there were as many as hundreds of other magicians, not to mention that there was an extremely powerful magic portal, although the strength of the Duke of Ruskin's mansion had increased a lot in ten years, but this was a harbinger of slaughter.

"Yes!"

Sensing Stro's displeasure, the mind quickly said and slowly retreated, and then a faint magic fluctuation sounded, transmitted to hundreds of closed rooms.

When the Magic Guild was restless, a small courtyard in the Duke of Ruskin's mansion, an accountability finally ushered in its climax.

"Is that much happening in the last decade?"

The cold wind was blowing, the night was faint, and the swaying dead branches gathered their tentacles, carefully preparing for the dawn that would soon come.

"No more. Amis sat slumped on the cold ground, her face pale and bloodless, and her broken hand was covered with a faint layer of frost, the work of a cold night. In addition, there is a white body that is as cold as a sculpture.

"Well, in other words, you're useless. Jin Li turned his head and said lightly, the meaning in his black pupils was incomprehensible.

"Huh?"