"Fortunately, this kid's potion works well. Du Lang muttered as he dodged the ice spikes that kept coming out of the ground, and he resisted the feeling of vomiting.

"Wait, if this guy is really a female version of Lavis, that is, this guy should know all the things that Lavis knows, if that's the case..."

But soon, the facts proved everything, and I saw that at the next moment when Du Lang flashed an ice spike, Linna suddenly rose into the air, quickly changed several directions in the air to speed up, and finally until the whole figure was almost in a state of almost an afterimage, and came straight to Du Lang.

"Damn, damn elemental god, if it goes on like this, it looks like I'm going to change my faith!" Du Lang finally began to doubt his faith when he saw the figure that was almost an afterimage flying towards him.

"Hmm~ What is the best thing to believe? How about believing in the god of life of the Trekters...... Or do you believe in the elven god of nature?" Du Lang looked at the afterimage, not as nervous as he looked, but at this time he began to think about what kind of faith he should change.

"Very good, I'm afraid you don't need to take the Phantom Ice Step!Hehe~ Lavis knows my skills, but you don't know, it's now!" Seeing that Linna's figure arrived in front of Du Lang in an instant, the corners of Du Lang's mouth rose slightly at this time, and there seemed to be a feeling that he had succeeded in his scheme.

At the moment when Lina was about to touch Du Lang with the ice pick condensed in her hand, Du Lang seized the opportunity, and the phantom flashed and launched! Suddenly, the holy elements around Du Lang began to converge rapidly under the control of spiritual power, and in the blink of an eye, Du Lang's speed increased to the extreme.

If such a scene were seen by Irta the man in black, who was still struggling at the bottom of the pit at this time, his eyes would definitely widen. Because this scene is so familiar to him, he couldn't be more familiar, seeing his ice pick penetrate out of the body of the guy in front of him, followed by his own body, plus that tingling feeling. What happened to Lina was exactly the same as Ilta's.

"How so, what the hell is going on!" was Lina's last thought before she passed out. Because at the moment when she passed through Du Lang's body, Du Lang had already appeared behind Lina at this time, and then knocked on the back of Linna's neck without any pity.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Damn Lavis, you have today!" This was Durang's thought at this time, after all, Lina and Lavis were too similar. Obviously, in Du Lang's eyes, the beautiful Lena in front of him is completely regarded as a stand-in for Lavis, and Du Lang is naturally happy to do this for bullying an old opponent who has drawn countless times. Of course, if such an idea were known to Lavis himself, his 10,000-year-old frozen face would definitely become extremely exciting.

"Whew, it's finally settled. Du Lang looked at Linna who fell to the ground, couldn't help but wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, now that the initiative is in your own hands, you can calm down and talk to them. Go see how that guy is, hehe. Du Lang casually tied up Linna, who had fainted on the ground, with the rattan on the tree, and finally thought about it without worry, and carved a magic circle on the back of her hand to seal spiritual power, and then left the camp and walked in the direction of the trap.

As he walked, Du Lang admired the terrible nature of the Weiya potion. Because even from a distance of several hundred meters, Durang could already smell the disgusting smell, even stronger than the beginning. The closer Du Lang got to the edge of the pit, the stronger the smell became, and when Du Lang pinched his nose and came to the edge of the pit again, his eyes were already reddened with smoke.

"I really admire this kid Weiya, he can study such a damaged potion. Hey~!Is that Mr. Ilta still alive?" Du Lang forced his disgusting breath and looked slightly sideways into the pit. Although judging from the effect of Weiya's potion before, it was still very good, but he was careful to sail the Ten Thousand Year Boat, and when he turned sideways to look into the pit, he had to cheer up 120,000 points of spirit, in case something happened. Because after all, the other party is a guy with the strength of a great weapon, and his strength is comparable to his heyday.

Obviously, Du Lang's cautious decision was extremely correct, because at the moment he leaned in, Du Lang felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and because he had prepared in advance, almost the next second when he felt the danger, Du Lang had already appeared five meters away from the edge of the pit. Fortunately, Du Lang flashed quickly, and just when Du Lang flashed out, he clearly saw a huge mud ball flying up from the bottom of the pit.

Yes, that's right, a huge ball of mud, nearly half a meter in diameter, whistled out of the crater and then exploded more than a man above the ground. Suddenly, the foul-smelling earth scattered with the explosion, covering a radius of ten meters around the crater.

"!" Seeing this, Du Lang cursed secretly, and flew backwards again, and finally found a large trunk to block the splashing soil, but even if Du Lang retreated early, he couldn't help but stick to some of his body.

"I mean, Mr. Ilta, your revenge is too uncreative. Du Lang's face was extremely ugly at this time, because his robe was sewn by Aunt Xili when he was in the town. This is one of the few memories that Dulang has other than the crossbow given by Uncle York.

"Little brute, you don't want to die, I swear like the god of the elements, I will skin you!" the familiar curse came from the bottom of the pit again, and from the sound of it, it was a little more powerful than it had been at the beginning, but it was still very weak.

'It's really worthy of the strength of the Great Weapon, and the recovery is faster than I expected. Durang thought about it and went back to the pit, only to see him leaning out. At this time, the weak Ilta sat at the bottom of the pit, and saw that he was unkempt, almost all covered in mud, and his hair was stained with some re-fallen leaves, mixed with the original rotten leaves, which looked extremely miserable. At this time, his eyes were blood-red, and his whole body was trembling slightly, perhaps because of his impatience, and the whole person was like an angry lion, where was there still the momentum of the great weapon master when the man in black was before.

"I said, Mr. I'lta, you can't blame me for being like this, it's you who want to make trouble for me, and I won't go into trouble for no reason, right?" said Durang, who was squatting on the edge of the pit at this time, looking at Ilta at the bottom of the pit with a wicked smile.

"What are you, little bastard, it's your great honor that we're willing to find you!Lord Lina will soon find out that I'm missing, and you're going to die a terrible death!" Ilta said with a snarl of almost contempt.