Wren walked out of the cave, the sun shining on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He squinted, adjusting to the intense light.

The Red Dragon Canyon returned to calm, and the fire clouds and grass that appeared at night were gone.

He subconsciously turned around and found that the hole behind him was slowly healing.

Wren frowned slightly, reached out and knocked on the stone wall, and found that it was not hollow.

He blinked hesitantly, and was looking for a place to eat when he suddenly felt the sound of wind in his ears.

A cold glow struck Wren, and he spun around quickly.

Under his mind, a second-order pseudo-blood crystal sorcery blood spirit turtle flew out and formed a shield to help him block the sudden attack.

Click!

The shield of the Blood Spirit Tortoise broke, and a figure shrouded in a black cloak appeared.

"Humans?" Wren frowned.

Due to his concealed aura, he looked no different from a second-order Horned Demon Warrior. Presumably, this is also the reason why this fourth-order blood crystal wizard was attracted.

The Cloaked Man was not very good, at least Wren could see his Terran identity at a glance.

Although the man was a little surprised that Wren blocked his attack, he still stood with his hands in a lonely posture of a master. He said coldly to Wren: "Tell me the situation inside, I can spare you from dying!"

His look of "eating you" made Wren look strange.

Exhaling lightly, Wren said coldly: "Tell me about the situation outside, I can make your death easier." ”

"Look for death!" the cloaked man was furious, and threw his fist at Wren.

Just as Wren was wondering how he could compete with a wizard in kung fu with him, he suddenly felt a mountain of pressure coming towards him with the man's fist.

Wren suddenly realized: This is obviously a special kind of sorcery that can be inflicted with fists and feet.

But......

Faced with the mysterious power that rolled in like a wave, he suddenly raised a finger and pointed a little forward.

On this finger, Wren twisted his spiritual power into a wisp, like a silver needle.

"Oops!"

The cloaked man was suddenly counterattacked by the force he unleashed, and his body flew upside down.

He scrambled to his feet and looked at Wren in disbelief.

Wren was also a little surprised, he just wanted to give it a try.

Every witchcraft is born from the power of the spirit, attached to it.

In this case, if you use your own mental power to attack and intercept, as long as you grasp the right time, you can use the least amount of strength to produce the strongest effect.

For example, if witchcraft is a beast, then spiritual power is its bones. Ordinary sorcery confrontation is in which the beast bites the beast, and Wren's method is equivalent to striking it on its bones with a force, changing the direction of its attack.

This requires the wizard to have a strong grasp of mental power.

"One last chance, tell me what happened here last night. Wren spoke, an undisguised force emanating from him.

The terrifying momentum made the cloaked man's body tremble.

"This is clearly a fucking fifth-order!" The cloaked man's face changed drastically, and he scolded Wren half to death in his heart.

He rolled his eyes and said, "I can tell you, but you have to let me go." ”

Wren glanced at him, suddenly thought of something else, and nodded slowly: "But you have to tell me another thing." ”

From the cloaked mouth, Wren learned that for the cave that appeared last night, as long as someone enters, the entrance will be sealed immediately.

There are a total of sixty of these holes, and so far, Wren is the only one who has come out.

Wren looked at the bare rock face, and his mind gradually began to speculate.

"Where are you from?" Wren asked.

The cloaked man was stunned.

"How did you get here from the Dragon's Continent?" Wren added.

From some of the other party's demeanor, he could tell that this guy was a nobleman - those surviving humans in the demon world would not cultivate such a temperament.

The cloaked man's eyes flickered, and when he saw the killing intent floating on Wren's body, he said with a bitter face: "There is an entrance to an underground crack in the ghost tribe......"

After a while, Wren finally finished listening to him.

Just as he was hesitating to break his promise and kill this guy, he suddenly felt a fluctuation in the space in front of him, but it was the cloaked man who fled through the teleportation scroll.

Of course, because of the attributes of the Red Dragon Canyon, he should still be in the canyon.

Wren shook his head, and simply stopped thinking about this guy. The most important question before him was how to defeat the Spirit of Fire.

Time passes.

Wren killed a few demons he met by chance, and he also encountered two fifth-order demon generals, deliberately avoiding each other.

At night, the same crying was heard.

Wren quickly got up and followed the cry.

He was slightly relieved that the opening of the cave was the same as yesterday's.

This time he didn't hide it anymore, using the witch tree to devour the plants with the power of the intense flames, and then walked to the place where he had finally stopped yesterday.

The same thud was heard, and the bursting flame monster burrowed into the passage, and was blocked a few meters away from Wren, screaming at him.

Wren carefully observed his surroundings, a smile on his lips.

His mind moved, and his spirit shook out.

An invisible ripple instantly struck towards the flame monster.

Roar!

To Wren's surprise, the mental concussion was really useful to the flame monster, and it actually made the flames in it fade a little.

Although there was only a glimmer of hope, Wren saw hope.

There is an interval between the use of any sorcery, unless it is a different sorcery that can be used consecutively, just like a fist swing, you have to retract and charge up before you can throw a second punch.

Wren paused for a few seconds, then used the concussion again.

But what made him feel speechless was that in the few seconds he was accumulating, the lost strength of the flame monster had unexpectedly recovered.

He tried more than a dozen times in a row, and finally found that this method simply did not work.

It's back to square one.

Wren sighed and continued to look around.

He believed that there was absolutely another way to defeat the Spirit of Fire......

The next day, Wren walked out of the cave as soon as possible, looked around, walked around the rock wall, and found that the other guys who had entered were all wiped out.

After all, not everyone has a life-saving hole card like the witch tree.

"Since it can't be defeated by sheer strength, does the solution have anything to do with this place?" Wren pondered silently.

After ten days of continuous attention, Wren finally discovered the anomaly.

The locations of the sixty holes had been found by him, and the locations of these holes were very similar to the rune formations he had obtained from Giruram.

This rune formation is a special sealing formation.

Suddenly, thinking of the meaningful look in Giruram's eyes when he first taught him this rune formation, Wren = had an absurd thought: Could it be that this flame spirit was sealed by him? )