Art's gaze stared at the sky in the distance, and his face was cold, "Is the Hell Clan's mid-level Saint Rank professional? This time, I'm going to turn the tables." ”

In the central area of the unconscious, which is almost the most dangerous place in the forest, there are all kinds of powerful magical beasts living in it, among which according to Yat's senses, there are no less than the existence of the Holy Order.

But in such a desperate place, there was a middle-aged man dressed in black, walking slowly and leisurely in it, and the man exuded a powerful power of the Holy Order.

It was clear that this man was the culprit who injured Art, a mid-level Saint Rank professional from Hell.

It's just that at this moment, this middle-aged man is not as leisurely as he appears on the surface, and the reason why he is walking slowly is because he can't walk fast at all.

He is holding a tower of Babel the size of smoke and dust in his hand, this size will be lost if he is not careful, he is not like Art, he has comprehended the meaning of Babel, and can control the progress of this tower with his mind, he can only use his mind to capture this treasure the size of smoke and dust, and for him, he can only use the most primitive method, the palm of his hand to transport.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a character in this Crescent Moon Kingdom, such a treasure, even the high-level enchanted space ring given to me by my lord could not contain this treasure, but fortunately, I have successfully strangled the threat in the cradle, otherwise, such a young professional with mid-stage combat power of the Holy Rank, let him continue to grow, the consequences will inevitably be unimaginable." ”

After walking for a while, the professional from hell muttered to himself with some admiration, fortunately, he was wiped out at this time, otherwise in the future, the ghost knows what kind of terrifying state this kid's cultivation will reach?

Just when he was secretly rejoicing, the grass next to him suddenly shook, and the next moment, a beast palm that was two feet long suddenly swept towards him.

Suddenly, his eyelids jumped suddenly, and his face became extremely exciting, in terms of the destructive power of this palm, it was definitely the existence of the late stage of the Holy Order!

But what he didn't know was that the danger of his day was not just as simple as a magical beast, and other terrible things would happen

While the pros from hell were at war with the terrible beasts, the Artists were heading for the depths of the forest.

Although the connection between Art's spiritual mind and the cornucopia was cut off, Art's vaguely could still roughly feel the direction of the Tower of Babel, and the closer it was, the stronger this feeling became, so that Art and his men could accurately and accurately come in the direction where the mid-stage Saint Rank Professionals were.

"I'm afraid you never dreamed that the magic weapon you seized from me would become a tool to betray you, right?" Art moved forward, and a fierce cold light flashed in his eyes.

The speed of the team's progress is not fast, and Art is not too anxious, as long as this professional from hell still has his Babel Tower in his hand, then he can find him, he really understands the terrifying combat power of this profession, if you want to defeat such a terrible professional, you must ensure a complete state, if the speed of the journey is too fast, it will consume part of the energy, and it will only reduce the victory rate for no reason.

And by feeling the movement of the Tower of Babel, you can also know that this professional from hell is not moving fast, that is, it is about the same as them, and now, this professional does not know why he stopped, and it is not impossible to catch up.

In such an unhurried hurry, for nearly two hours, Art's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and at this time they were close to the core of the forest.

At this time, the surroundings were in a mess, the rich smell of blood filled the entire area, two kinds of blood of different colors were staggered on the ground, and the gray-white animal hair could be faintly seen, and the surrounding trees were destroyed, and the entire ground had been reversed, as if swept by some terrifying force.

"This is it. Art looked around at the surrounding environment, his mind constantly sweeping around, constantly capturing the details of spiritual power from the air.

The spiritual power around these four sides was extremely violent, obviously after two powerful spiritual powers collided with each other, according to the analysis of Ya Xian's thoughts, one of the spiritual powers was the existence of the late stage of the Holy Order, and the other was the breath of the middle stage of the Holy Order, which was familiar to Yate.

This aura undoubtedly belonged to the Hell Clan that you had fought with him before, and in this situation in front of you, it was obvious that the injuries of the Hell Clan's mid-stage Saint Rank Professionals would not be too shallow.

"It seems that this hateful guy has encountered a difficult opponent, with the strength of the late stage of the Holy Rank, even if his talent is strong and his skill proficiency is high, I am afraid that there will not be any good results, even if it is a super long play, at most it will be a lose-lose situation. ”

Art This time Art had an obvious sneer on his face, if he only had a seventy percent chance of winning just now, then now his chances of winning are ten layers.

Art's mind continued to sense the summoning sensation of the Tower of Babel coming from the air, and he could feel that the Tower of Babel was still in motion.

The Tower of Babel was just an ordinary dust in the hands of a peak professional of the Holy Rank from Hell, and it didn't play any role, and it was so small that the demonic beasts fighting with this Hell Clan would naturally not notice.

And now, the Tower of Babel is in a state of motion, and it is clear that this mid-stage Saint Rank professional from Hell is not dead, but alive.

However, according to the guidance of his mind, this mid-level professional of the Holy Rank was not too far from their current position, that is, about ten minutes away.

"Guys, head north, keep your footsteps as soft as possible, we are not far from the goal of this trip. Art turned his head slightly, and said to the professionals behind him.

All of them comprehended, nodded slightly, and their steps were much lighter, almost every professional tiptoed, and they obviously knew the terrible opponent this time.

In fact, this time, the mid-level professional who finally came from hell without Yate according to his mind, in the grass along the way, more or less stained with some blood, I was spreading in the direction of the distance.

Obviously, this blood was left behind by the injured mid-stage Saint Rank professional, but now it has become the most eye-catching corner mark, originally Art's mind was not too precise, but this time it saved him a lot of trouble. (To be continued.) )