Chen An glanced at the remaining seven seals in his hand, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to gamble, if he didn't think about it again, at least he still had the remaining seven seals to guarantee.

Of course, this thing is not necessarily reliable.

If his second guess is correct, then it is likely that the seven arrows in mid-air and the remaining seven seals in his hand belong to the group of donkey friends, and that is a big deal.

So, after thinking about it for a while, he finally decided to go to the side with fewer arrows first.

According to the probability, the seven seals in his hand should also be the same as the side of the many arrows, that is to say, even if the time limit for the burning of the seals is exceeded, he can still come again, but the less side may only have one chance, so he naturally has to take a look first.

Of course, it is not excluded that these things are all owned by the group of donkey friends, but they are separated.

If this is the case, Chen An can only go to Malmo for seven days at the risk of being hunted down by the entire Western Transcendent World. With his candlelight and shadow technique of thirty or forty meters at most, it is really unrealistic to find someone in the huge Durham Mountains, just like the bearded man said.

Holding the three arrows of smoke condensed, Chen An rolled up a gust of wind and headed towards the depths of the Durham Mountains.

Because he doesn't have to follow the mountain road, his speed is very fast. But he didn't dare to go straight into the sky, the arrows condensed by the smoke didn't allow him to be so wavering.

While guarding this guideline, you also have to fly against the wind, which is much faster than the average person, but it is not the same as when you come from the south of Europe in the morning.

Therefore, twenty minutes was still very short for him, and he didn't see a figure at all, and the guidance disappeared.

However, Chen An was not in a hurry and was happy, and he didn't guide him to the destination for twenty minutes, which means that it is likely that the direction he is looking for is not wrong.

Stewart's team set off yesterday, and the group of travelers set off this morning, and the speed of the transcendents and ordinary people is not the same. If you are following in the wrong direction, you must have seen the wrong goal. And there has been no result for so long, but it shows that I have chosen the right one.

With the mentality of what if, Chen An lit the remaining seven seals on hand.

The smoke clumped into each other, eventually forming six half-pointing arrows pointing in the other direction, and half pointing in the original direction.

Why do you say half a branch?

Because it is so thin that it is almost invisible, it is only a little condensed from the two seals, and it may not even last half a stick of incense, and it will only take five or six minutes at most.

Chen An couldn't help but sigh that the owner of that apartment really had professional ethics, and it was not easy to clean the rented apartment so clean, so it was not easy for him to find some clues.

After sighing, he didn't dare to slack off, and continued to protect the half of the arrow that seemed to be floating away at any time and went to the depths of the Durham Mountains.

In this way, he searched for more than 20 kilometers of paths, and the half of the arrow disappeared into the air, although he still found nothing, Chen An had a hunch that he was already very close to the goal.

He simply landed on the mountain road, and in essence, he took shape, walking forward step by step, searching for traces on the ground.

It is said that it is a mountain road, but in fact, it is just a name, and when it comes to this area, it is absolutely far away from the walking routes of tourists, so there is no road on the ground, but Chen An is walking on this kind of mountain road.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that in this kind of area where ordinary people are extinct, the walking traces left by people are quite rare, and Chen An can deduce from the shallow level of footsteps on the ground, the freshness of the sap of ferns on the surface after being trampled, and even the chaotic smell in the air, that only one team of people have passed by in this area in the past twenty-four hours.

Combined with the guidance of the escaped arrows just now, it is almost certain that this team is Stewart's Wild Hunting Squad.

Chen An was overjoyed, it's easy to find the right place, you don't really need to stay in this ghost place for seven days, you must know that with his identity, he can only compete with bad luck now, if he really squats in one place for seven days for so long, there will inevitably be unexpected changes, and anything can happen.

After all, what he was facing was not a few A-level S-grades, but a real power of creation.

After following the trail a few more steps, I finally saw a flash of fire. At this time, it was getting late, but in this polar environment, the surroundings were not dark at all, but bright.

And the light of the fire was still bright, and it was clear that there was more to heating than lighting.

Fire means people, and those spiritual creatures don't burn fire to keep warm, and they probably don't need to heat up all the time living in this polar environment.

Chen An touched it quietly like a ghost, and didn't jump out stupidly because he was dealing with a few ants, and even when he had locked on Stuart who was sitting by the fire, he didn't make a rash move.

Instead, he watched for a while until he was sure that there were no other variables around him, and then he began to act.

Even if it weren't for the fact that it wouldn't be dark here, he would have wanted to sneak through the night, and wait for everything to be said.

But even that went as expected.

Chen An walked over like this, waved his hand and folded the space, separating the seven people who were sitting or sleeping, the illusion was like the most tender lullaby in the world, gently clasping the curly Stewart's heart, intoxicating his eardrums, closing his eyes, and dragging him into the deepest sleep.

Gently picking up the gold-shelled pocket watch seen in the divination from his arms, Chen An's heart throbbed indescribably, as if, no, he was holding his blood relatives.

Bloodline is not only a physical connection, but also a spiritual entanglement, and some believe that this life alone is eternal.

Trembling as he held it up in front of him, a little fragile and ethereal soul thread from his gaze curled up to the sky.

Different from before, although the current Chen An is still no different from before in terms of level, he is more than twice as big as he can do, just standing still, his "eyes" follow the curling silk thread to see through the sky, and "see" all kinds of ...... in the dark space

The floating body, the face is the same as before, and the mature age may even allow Chen An to see the shadows of his sister and mother from it.

Under this contrast and beautification, he felt more heartache, but he did not try to wake up the whispering soul from the gold shell pocket watch in his hand, even if he didn't know much about the psychic system, but he also knew that such an unscrupulous use of extracting spiritual energy must be extremely harmful to the spirit itself.

He was about to carefully take it into his arms and find a hidden place to separate the Horcrux, but suddenly his heart moved, and he looked to the side with a feeling.

Ten feet away, at some point, stood a meticulous old man with combed hair and beard, wearing a new white gown, covered with a red robe, wearing a fluffy red velvet crown on his head, and a bronzing disc embedded in the center.

The old man looked kind and kind on the whole, but Chen An felt a great threat, and he quietly turned his head to look in another direction.

There was also a man standing there, a middle-aged man who was not very old but had some wrinkles, unlike the old man's meticulousness, his hair was piled up on his head, and he was simply wearing a black robe, which was still shiny and stained.

"You're the Oriental kid who desecrated the thousand-year-old glory of Albuda?"

"Sorcerer Dewey Chrisman?"

Since it is possible to be targeted by the other party, how could Chen An not get to know the possible opponent carefully.

Perhaps the existence of A-level in Fatilan is listed as taboo, but in the psychic market, it is only two or three hundred thousand euros, although it is far from being detailed, but it can also know a rough idea.

For example, the two A-Levels in Albuda, the Eternal Master Downton Dyers and the Mad Sorcerer Dewey Chrisman, and Daniel Pales, the head of the four cardinals of the Church of Radiance, who sits in the Church of Truth.

With the addition of twenty or thirty B-ranks, they are the top supernatural power in the whole Belgaard, and even in the whole of Europe.

Since he provoked Albuda, Chen An was naturally mentally prepared to face the encirclement and suppression of two or even three A-level students, but now it seems that the Eternal Master couldn't pull away, and only two came.

But even these two made Chen An's face change.

Because in his divine induction, the two A-level in front of him were really strong, a bit too much.

According to his understanding, there shouldn't be such a big gap between A-level and B-level, isn't it rumored that two or three B-level can block an A-class, but when he really saw the two people in front of him, that kind of danger sense was so real, and it was not at the same level as the so-called B-level at all.

"And the Prophet Daniel Pales, the Prophet of the Word, the arrival of the two shows that I have really offended the scales of the transcendent world of the West. ”

Chen An slowly turned around and said to the cardinal behind him. In fact, there was a faint candlelight in his eyes, and he was using the hidden nature of candlelight to analyze the power structure of the other two little by little.

Cardinal Daniel still stood in place and looked at Chen An with kind eyes, as if he didn't mean to do anything at all, and he didn't speak, but the madman who was still like fire answered: "It's good that you understand, desecrating the thousand-year-old glory of Arbuda, no matter who you are, you must be punished as you deserve." ”

This is about the face of the Western transcendent world can not be compromised, of course, the last sentence, the mad warlock did not say, although he has the name of a mad warlock, but this comes from the passion for the experiment and the occult, but it is not really crazy, and the title of the warlock is not the same as the sorcerer in the Youyuan Heaven, but from the profession of psychic warlock.

This is an extraordinary profession that extracts the special information from the spiritual energy and integrates it into itself.

Chen An's face was full of playfulness, both tentative and procrastinating: "Oh, then I don't know how the two of you want to punish me?"