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The strange basin is lined with stone monuments, carved with dancing flames, subtle and beautiful, emitting bursts of faint energy fluctuations. After stepping into www.biquge.info the basin after following the mercenaries, adventurers, and major forces, Yang Ling instinctively felt a strong danger and ordered a quick retreat, but unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.

After a strange sound, all the steles flashed red, turning into raging flames, emitting a surging wave of energy. Immediately after, there was a ripple in the air, and the ground shook like an earthquake

After the mutation, people discovered a strange scene!

The steladen basin had become an endless desert, all of which were almost identical sand as far as the eye could see, and the temperature was so high that there seemed to be a red-hot iron pot buried under the ground, and the grains of sand were so hot that it was hard to put your feet down, and your throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. What's worse is that the body is heavy, let alone running fast, it is extremely difficult to even walk a few steps!

"Oh my God, what the hell is this place?"

"The curse of the Pharaoh, this must be the curse of the Pharaoh, everyone is going to die here!"

Looking at the eerie desert, panic erupted like a plague, and mercenaries and adventurers shouted in horror, reminding of the many terrifying legends of the pharaohs in history.

Legend has it that in order to protect the sleeping mausoleum from being disturbed, the pharaoh cast a terrifying curse. Whoever breaks into the underground mausoleum will not die well, and will never be resurrected!

After the shock, the major forces formed a tight formation and waited for the changes, while the mercenaries and adventurers went their own way, some of them stayed still in fright, some of them cleverly leaned over to the major powers in order to seek protection from the Holy See or the Dark Society, and some of them kept talking about the Pharaoh like crazy people, and they were wandering around like headless flies trying to break out of the endless desert.

"Lord Lord, what should I do?" Looking at the strange desert, after feeling the temperature getting higher and higher, the mermaid Evelyn frowned. Unconsciously, Yang Ling, whose strength is unfathomable, is regarded as the backer of this trip.

The Sea Clan is extremely powerful in the vast sea, but after coming ashore, their weakness is exposed. Especially in this environment where water-based magic elements are extremely rare and the conditions are extremely harsh, their strength has been greatly limited.

"Perhaps, this time we really ran into big trouble!" After feeling that the temperature was getting higher and higher, Yang Ling's face was solemn, "Miss Evelyn, no matter what happens, don't leave a radius of twenty steps, remember!"

In order to deal with the unknown danger, Yang Ling quickly placed a ban on his side, and ordered the Corpse Witch King, the Black Dragon King, and Werinkk and others to guard the four directions. Then he sat down cross-legged under the escort of the purple rat Bingbing and the thousand-faced phantom marten, and the huge spiritual power emanated like a spider web, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

The mercenaries and adventurers were shocked, saying that they had been cursed by the Pharaoh, but as a soul wizard who had advanced to the rank of high-level witch, he knew very well that this was just a large phantom array, or a mysterious prohibition. In a way, it's somewhat similar to the confinement space where you have superimposed a gravitational ban and a phantom array.

After inadvertently breaking into the enemy's formation or prohibition, it is stupid to recklessly ram around, and it is only possible to get out of trouble by holding your breath and calmly finding the eye of the formation.

Calm down, Yang Ling's divine consciousness emanated out wisps and became farther and farther away. Unexpectedly, as soon as I found the pattern of some illusions, there was a scream of 'woo' from the sky. Immediately after, walls of fire rolled over like waves, overwhelming the sky.

"No, the sea of fire is boundless, quick, hide!" Elder Faun shouted and muttered nervously as he looked at the waves of fire rolling in the distance. Soon, with a wave of his hands, a red magic shield was emitted, tightly protecting the warriors and magicians around him.

Although he didn't understand how it came suddenly, and he didn't understand where such a terrifying fire wave came from, as a fire mage at the peak of the realm, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the overwhelming fire wave was. After protecting his group, he sighed sympathetically when he looked at the mercenaries and adventurers around him who were trembling with terror and had nowhere to run. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and let out a loud shout, and in an instant, the red magic cover expanded more than twice, enveloping the mercenaries and adventurers who hoped to be protected by the Vulcan Gate.

Faun reacted quickly, and big forces such as the Dark Society and the Borg family were not slow to react.

The magicians of the Dark Society joined forces to prop up a dark magic shroud, enveloping the place occupied by the Barrymore family, and some of the mercenaries and adventurers who were close to them also followed suit, so that they did not have to face the terrifying waves of fire. Stuart shouted violently, commanding the clansmen to line up in a tight formation, trying their best to run a powerful golden fighting qi, emitting a circle of golden light, enveloping some familiar mercenary groups.

The major forces have more or less provided some help to the mercenaries and adventurers who asked for asylum, but the Holy See, which is usually full of benevolence, has taken people by surprise.

Perhaps it was the lack of magic power after the heavy loss of strength, or perhaps it was an attempt to seize a good position before the danger came, the Holy See not only did not provide help to the mercenaries and adventurers around him, but suddenly moved to forcibly occupy a small hill that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and Faun, who was not far away, shook his head again and again.

"Aris, what should I do, what should I do?"

"Quick, everyone huddle together, the magicians work together to cast the magic cover, quick!"

Look at the waves of fire that are getting closer and closer, and the mercenaries and adventurers who have nowhere to run are in chaos. Some squeezed desperately around the great forces in search of refuge, others huddled together and joined forces to unleash a dull magical shield, others scurrying nervously, screaming in despair as the overwhelming waves of fire drew nearer

"Lord Lord, save us, save us!"

"My lord, help us, my lord"

After there was no way to go to the sky and no way to drill into the ground, many mercenaries and adventurers who had no way out remembered Yang Ling, who had shown his might before. While screaming, they rushed over in unison, kneeling outside the prohibition and shouting for help, tears streaming down their faces.

"Lord Lord, save them!" Looking at a few down-and-out mercenaries kneeling outside the ban, a handful of old and having to continue to be mercenaries to earn a few crystals to support their families, Evelyn couldn't bear to plead for them, and frowned.

"Miss Evelyn, it's not that I don't save them, it's that I really don't have that ability!" Looking at the large group of mercenaries and adventurers kneeling outside the ban, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly.

If he advanced to the Soul Witch, he might still have the ability to lay down the Five Elements Prohibition to completely isolate the overwhelming fire and save these mercenaries and adventurers, but at present, the prohibition can only be as far as possible from the fire, and the real effect is probably his own frozen domain. It's hard to protect yourself and your own line, how can you save such a large group of people?

Thinking of the vast space of the Witch Tower, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he shook his head after pondering for a moment. The space of the Wu Tower is the source of his strength, and it is also the place where he really lives and lives, and he will never take in an unknown outsider unless he has to, so as not to expose his secret.

"Ah, help"

The speed of the fire wave was very fast, and soon it was overwhelming in front of everyone, and some mercenaries and adventurers who had nowhere to escape were overwhelmed by the fire before they could run a few steps. The screams from the soul before dying, the appearance of struggling in the fire, people are horrified to watch.

Witnessing the tragic situation of several mercenaries before they died, and listening to their screams before they died, Evelyn couldn't bear to close her eyes, put her hands on her chest and prayed, praying for the protection of the gods. The deep voice and the bone-piercing sadness quickly infected every sea tribe around him. Under her leadership, whether it was a tiger shark warrior who was more than five meters tall or a pale-faced water magician, they all touched their chests with their hands and prayed!

"Help, sir!"

"Sir, save my child, sir!"

Look at the raging fire close at hand, the mercenaries and adventurers who have no way to escape are desperately shouting for help, some old people who are mercenaries with their young sons kneeling in front of the ban and crying, at this moment, in their hearts, only Yang Ling, a Warcraft Lord with unfathomable strength, can save themselves.

"To gain life, you must lose your freedom. Since you are so bitterly pleading, I will fulfill you, and from now on, you will live in another world."

Looking at the overwhelming waves of fire, looking at the mercenaries and adventurers kneeling outside the prohibition and tearing down, and listening to the desolate voices of the Sea Clan, Yang Ling seemed to have traveled through countless time and space, and saw a desolate world where disasters were raging, touching the inheritance from the Wu Tower in the depths of his soul. After a moment of muttering, he used the prohibition to roll up all the mercenaries and adventurers who were kneeling outside, and moved them to his own Witch Tower space at the last moment. Throw them near a resource-rich forest and leave them to fend for themselves.

Yang Ling was reluctant to expose the existence and secrets of the Wu Tower space, but without his own help, these mercenaries and adventurers would live forever in the primeval forest of the Wu Tower. No matter how long they live, they won't have any chance to reveal their secrets.

In this way, the Wuta space ushered in the first aborigines, and ushered in the first tribe that will take witch as their only faith in the future. Yang Ling himself didn't realize what a significant change this move had brought to the Wu Tower space in the future!

(To be continued)