Just as Mark stepped onto the teleportation array, there was a knock on the door of the Yamadi training room on the seventy-second floor of the Holy Tower. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Qi Qi Ancestor, the Mark you asked us to spy on has appeared. ”

"Didn't I say that you would let me know when he left the Holy City!" Yamadi snorted impatiently.

"Ancestor, he is now teleporting to the Great Hall, and the location of the teleportation is the Thunderlin Gray Tower. ”

"Oh?" Yamadi's eyes froze, and he immediately stood up, "Very good! In this way, the Ice Plain Saint Tower will lose one less potion genius!

When he opened his eyes, Mark found himself standing in a small room, with only one teleportation array in the entire room. However, this teleportation array was built on a very large scale.

He walked out of the room and found that there was a city much larger than the Mogu Gray Tower. The Holy Martial Continent is different, the largest Gray Tower in the Efilas Continent is also so small compared to the Thunderlin Gray Tower.

Flying is still not allowed in the Grey Tower, there are far fewer tangoes here than in the Holy City, and the streets are filled with horse-drawn carriages of all kinds.

Mark waved his hand in a dashing manner and let out his beloved tango, and disappeared in the envious eyes of those around him. More than half an hour later, Mark left the city, and just as he was flying into the air on the flying puppet, Yamadi also appeared in the teleportation array.

His eyes looked into the air, and he seemed to see the figure of Mark leaving, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:

"Little one, you can't run away!"

Mark controls the Bird Golem to maintain the best flight speed, which is the best efficiency achieved by the flight speed and the consumption of magic stones. Beyond this threshold, the number of magic stones consumed by the increase in flight speed will increase exponentially. Finally, it reaches a jaw-dropping level. Even a rich man like Mark would be distressed.

Mark roughly calculated that it would take at least a month to reach the Doridos Mountains at this rate. The Holy Martial Continent was too big, and without the teleportation array, Mark believed that the Ice Plain Holy Tower would never be able to control such a large territory. It's just too inconvenient to manage.

The ruling model of the seven Holy Towers in the Holy Tower Alliance is actually similar, and they are all in the form of stocking. The Holy Tower commands more or less Grey Towers, and each Grey Tower is a very transcendent existence in the local area, and they do not have the power to manage the affairs of the various empires, kingdoms and principalities under their jurisdiction, even if they attack each other.

The existence of the Gray Tower is first of all a deterrent, and all dark wizards, ****** their actions will be resolutely suppressed by the Gray Tower, and secondly, it is to recruit a large number of highly qualified wizard apprentices for the Holy Tower. Each empire, kingdom, and principality under its jurisdiction will have a national teacher.

The so-called national teachers are all wizards of the various gray towers, and the power of having the national teachers represents the recognition of the holy tower. The most important task of the national teacher is to select the wizard qualifications every three years. This is also the source of Santa Tower's endless stream of talented wizard apprentices.

Of course, the opening of wizarding academies in some important areas is also an important initiative.

The flight in the night was quiet and uneventful, and there was not a hint of wind on the shielded bird puppets. The second half of the night passed quickly, and the sky gradually brightened.

Mark still sat quietly in his chair, holding a book in his hand, "The Treasure of the High Soul". After rummaging in the middle of the night, I finally found the information of the Ten Thousand Souls.

According to the introduction inside, this Ten Thousand Soul Fruit is simply one of the top treasures of all cultivating soul creatures. After a third-level wizard cultivates to the threshold of spiritual power, taking the Ten Thousand Soul Fruit, even if the elementalization of spiritual power does not even reach the vaporization, there is a full sixty percent chance of advancing to the fourth-level wizard. This shows the nourishing effect of the Soul Fruit on the soul.

And for fourth-level wizards and even fifth-level wizards, the Ten Thousand Souls Fruit is also the best tonic to enhance or nourish the soul. It can even allow Level 4 wizards to provide effective assistance when attacking level 5 wizards.

When Mark saw the end, he was shocked to discover the name of the purple Soul Fruit - King of the Soul Fruit. The Ten Thousand Souls Tree can only produce one Ten Thousand Soul Fruit for every 100 million ordinary souls it absorbs, and when it absorbs at least 300 million pure souls, it will produce a Ten Thousand Soul Fruit King.

Ten Thousand Soul Fruit King, in the endless world, except for the legendary Rule Fruit, I am afraid that there are very few medicinal materials that can surpass it in value. The effect of the King of Ten Thousand Souls is naturally much higher than that of ordinary Ten Thousand Souls, but the book only introduces one of its many effects:

It can have a huge boost when a Level 4 wizard is promoted to a level 5 wizard, greatly increasing the chances of advancement. In short, it has an incomparable advantage in terms of soul.

The Ten Thousand Souls Fruit grows on the Ten Thousand Souls Tree, and the growth conditions of the Ten Thousand Souls Tree are extremely harsh, its requirements for the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi are not high, but the requirements for the number of souls are almost harsh, and if there is no long-term and continuous ingestion of a large number of souls, it will gradually dry up and finally die. Therefore, the Ten Thousand Soul Fruit is a very rare and precious high-grade medicinal material, which can be encountered but not sought.

Seeing this, Mark couldn't help but think of the strangeness of the Spirit Clan's holy land in the Xuanyue World. The Blue Spirit Clan and the Red Spirit Clan have been fighting for generations, and the corpses of their dead compatriots will be sent to the Spirit Clan's Holy Land. So that the Ten Thousand Souls Tree can be well nourished.

And the Spirit Race's devotion and belief in the Holy Land also made it possible for the Ten Thousand Souls Fruit King to take shape. It seems that this entire Spirit Race Holy City is a huge conspiracy, just to nourish the Ten Thousand Soul Tree and provide the Ten Thousand Soul Fruit needed for that powerhouse who calls himself Agudas!

All the life in the Xuanyue world was played with by Agudas, like his captive domestic animals. Mark believed that the Red Spirit City and the Blue Spirit City should also be the masterpieces of Nagudas, which was really unimaginable. He's really played a big game of chess!

Thinking of this, Mark couldn't help but sigh, maybe he was just a pawn in another game of chess. Only by growing stronger can we get rid of the fate of such a pawn!

In addition to looking for information on the Soul Fruit, Mark saw at least seven or eight fights on the ground in the middle of the night. From robbers and robberies to large wars with tens of thousands of troops between kingdoms. It seems that all the way is almost the law of the jungle, more bloody and more violent than in the previous life.

"For these people, I may already be strong, but for many people who stand on a higher level, I am still very weak!"

Mark muttered to himself, closed the book in his hand, raised his head and tried to stretch his waist, which was only halfway stretched, when a black dot appeared in his eye, flying straight in his direction.

An icy chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, so rich in murderous aura! Mark didn't have time to make a move, and instantly increased the speed of the bird puppet to the limit.

In this short period of time, a cold sweat has broken out on his back, and this sense of crisis has never been so strong even when he met Old Ham. The other party's flying golem was obviously much better than his own, and although Mark repeatedly gritted his teeth and accelerated, the distance was still rapidly approaching.

"Calm down!" Mark kept patting his forehead, "the more dangerous it is, the calmer it is!"

Such an obvious killing intent was not concealed at all, and Mark could clearly feel it. The other party has no scruples at all, this place is too far away from the Holy Tower, and Mark's crystal ball can't be contacted by anyone. At this time, Mark couldn't think of any way for a while except to accelerate.

Mark already had a judgment in his heart, the other party should be a third-level wizard, because a second-level wizard would not put so much pressure on him, and if it was a fourth-level wizard chasing him, he didn't need to work so hard at all.

As the distance got shorter, sweat poured uncontrollably down Mark's forehead. At this time, the bird puppet finally flew over the plains and began to fly into a huge mountain. This mountain is a typical group of active volcanoes, and many of the peaks have volcanic caves at their mouths, and it is easy to get lost in the caves, some of which are said to be directly connected to the underworld.

"If you continue to fly in the air, you will definitely die, so let's stop your luck!" Mark gritted his teeth and flew straight towards a volcanic crater. When he reached the crater, he put away the puppet and leaped towards the mouth of the cave. Descend down the straight crater. As soon as he touched the ground, he didn't have time to clean up the embarrassed witch robe, so he directly tore it in half with a wave of his hand and threw it on the ground, and immediately rushed towards a fork in the hole.

There is an extremely important reason for Mark to escape into the crater, and that is that the volcanic ash is a bad body of mental power. In other words, it is difficult for spiritual power to penetrate directly in volcanic ash or volcanic rock. Mark intends to use the endless forks in the volcanic cavern to get rid of the enemy. After all, no matter how strong your mental power is, there is a limit to the volcanic rock you can penetrate.

Mark's idea is obviously very good, but the enemy doesn't seem to be so easy to fool. The mental power was firmly locked on him, and although the opponent's running speed on the ground was not as great as the air advantage, it was at least slightly faster than Mark. Mark's escape from the air into the cavern only delayed his overtake.

"Is it really inevitable this time?" Mark gritted his teeth, he had achieved something over the years, and he would never give up easily. Now he has no hole cards, and if he is caught up, he will definitely die!

As the enemy drew closer, Mark was still at a loss for what to do. At this time, the enemy who was chasing after suddenly shouted:

"Mark, I have to admire you, you actually made me have to use my best. What a cunning mouse!"

Mark gritted his teeth, depressed in his heart, the other party was obviously also a wizard, but Mark swore that he had never seen this person before.

"I don't even know you!Why did you kill me?!"

"Hmph! You're going to die anyway, so I'll tell you so you can die! My name is Yamadi, and I'm the ancestor of Clay, since you have made the best of my juniors lose hope, then I can only let you lose your life!"

"What?" After Mark knew that it was actually this answer, a thousand stallions suddenly galloped past in his mind, and the "rich second generation" really couldn't be provoked at will, it seemed that this time it was a catastrophe, thinking of this, Mark's heart suddenly fell to ashes.

I'm just dead? The god-level witch book "The Way of Destruction" that I had worked so hard to copy from my previous life was wasted? I haven't become a god yet! I have just been promoted to a formal wizard before, and I have attracted the approval of the world's origin. I can just tear it apart—

Thinking of this, Mark's mind paused instantly. yes, I can tear the boundary film. Although this bullshit third-level wizard is powerful, he can't do this, right? You can't chase me out of this world, right? Anyway, sooner or later, it's a death, no matter what the situation is outside the world, Lao Tzu will go out first!

Tovex saw that the distance between him and Mark was getting closer and closer, and if he got any closer, he would enter his attack range, but because there were too many caves underground, and he kept turning and turning, it would be difficult to catch up for a while. But the victory is already in my hands. How high can a mere first-level wizard jump on?

There was another sharp turn in front of him, and Mark turned into a passage on the left, the walls of this passage were very thick, and his mental power could not penetrate it, but with his previous experience, Tovex was not in a hurry. But when he turned around, he was surprised to find that Mark had lost his figure in the straight passage.

His face changed, and he hurriedly followed this passage all the way in, until the end found no trace of Mark, and then looked back, back and forth for a long time, but he could not find any trace of Mark. It seems that Mark has mysteriously disappeared after turning into this passage.

"Is it because I'm dazzled?Or is there a secret passage?Or is there a phantom array??, how can a big living person disappear?!" and so Yamadi began an arduous search in this passage. (To be continued.) )