Yang Bing opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the dark, this is not hell? Yang Bing looked around with doubts, his body seemed to be pressed by something and could not move, his palm instinctively grabbed under him, and there was a handful of textured dirt in his hand. Is this Yang Bing's thought, and the Dark Lord is still merciful to put himself in the ground?

Yang Bing's limbs were exerted but he found that the buried soil was not thick, and he suddenly emerged from the mound, with the hot sun on his head, and he stayed in the dark environment for so long, and it was really uncomfortable to see the light all of a sudden, but fortunately he had the passive skill of the light magic tree.

Looking around, the brown castle in front of Yaoyao was outside, and the scorching sun on his head was clearly telling Yang Bing, he was not in hell, he was still alive, there was no doubt about it, or his shadow was obvious in the sun.

Why? Why is he still alive? The Dark Lord is merciful? This reason Yang Bing felt unable to convince himself, there was only one explanation, that is, the Dark Lord's time was over, he could only be summoned for a short time, at that time, he had delayed for so long with his three-inch tongue and hard fighting, this was really a wise choice.

Then Yang Bing felt that something was wrong, what was wrong? He couldn't say it for a while, but he just felt wrong, and after looking for a long time, this feeling of being wrong came from something behind him, yes, behind him.

He touched his back, and it was a scroll, no, the scroll was clearly spread out, but now it was inserted in the back, what was the matter? Did someone come to help him clean up the scroll? and bury himself in the dirt? This reason was also funny, and he opened the scroll with doubt.

The woman in the painting is still the same old look, the background of the woman seems to be a shrine, yes, it is that kind of shrine, in the dark space of the Dark Lord at the critical moment of life, he couldn't observe carefully, and now he took a closer look at the dense text below, most of which he couldn't understand, but, the language borrowed a lot of Chinese characters, and he vaguely saw the red demon seal?

The kimono on the woman's body is black and white, and there is no so-called red, does it mean that this scroll is sealed with a red demon, and the woman with a strange aura in the painting is a demon?

Yang Bing never thought that he could recover a surname and be unharmed now because of the merits of the demon in the painting, he thought that his physique had been transformed by fire magic and repaired from the two life elements of water and wood, so it was so easy to explain.

This battle is the most dangerous in history, and it is not only the object of slaughter without suspense, but he is like a small ant before the Dark Lord with boundless power, but he is a lucky ant.

Thinking back to the Dark Lord's qiē, I feel that he is not very scary, at least he belongs to the kind of bright and upright strong man, who has infinite wisdom but does not play tricks, much stronger than the scum of the honey-bellied sword, such as the princess Angel who killed a thousand knives.

Taking off the ninja suit on his body, Yang Bing stepped on the ninja suit a few times before leaving, and turned back a few steps after leaving, took off his pants and made a commotion towards the ninja suit: "Fuck your Hanzo, if it weren't for my life, I would have died a long time ago at this time, you might as well be happy with women." ”

The ninja suit was all covered with dirt, and there were soil particles thrown out of the ninja suit, Yang Bing was suddenly startled, yes, it was soil, he was buried alive, why didn't he suffocate to death? Why is it still intact?

Recalling the Dark Lord's description of the passive skill of the Earth Magic Tree, Yang Bing closed his eyes and stared, his divine sense appeared in the garden, and the extra tree in the garden, the ugliest magic tree in appearance, the Earth Magic Tree, represented the earth magic of defense! This meant that his strength had increased a few points.

The origin of the magic tree Yang Bing is not clear for the time being, but he understands one thing, that is, there is a master who helped him escape the pursuit of the Dark Lord, that mysterious master is a powerful earth magician, he appreciates his talent, so he gave himself the soil seed, to be able to escape from the hands of the Dark Lord, the strength of that master should be above the university.

Putting away the excitement of getting the new magic tree, Yang Bing put away the scroll and ran down the mountain, yes, he was running away, killing William in William's territory, William has a pivotal position in the blood clan, those vampires will definitely not give up, they may be killing themselves at this moment, in the marginal area of Romania, there is no guarantee of safety, the dark mage and the blood clan are not terrible, I am afraid that there will be another Death Eater inside to summon the Dark Lord, and I must leave this place of right and wrong before the sun goes down.

At Yang Bing's speed, he quickly rushed to the city, and he casually hailed a taxi and said; Airport, thank you!"

"Hello, sir from China," a familiar voice came from the driver's mouth, "I didn't expect to see you, I'm so glad I didn't have you on the plane last time, I might have flown to see God." ”

Yang Bing looked at this guy's smile, no matter how he looked at it, it was so fake, he forcibly collected a thousand euros from the Xingke on the plane, Yang Bing still clearly remembered that the uncle with golden glasses in front of him looked at him like a father and an enemy.

"Are you going to leave Bucharest? Are you not happy with the city?"

"The city has a lot of character, I like it, but I have to go back to Aalborg now, I'm feeling a little sleepy, I'm sure I'll be able to get to the airport after a night's sleep? "It's all the same verbosity, he and Dave have two completely different feelings, and this guy in front of him gives people a very disgusting feeling.

"Sir, just close your eyes in peace, my driving skills are very good!" Looking at Yang Bing, who closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Doge's mouth, and then he took out his mobile phone and made a call, and said a few words inside.

The taxi did not drive in the direction of the airport, but turned around towards a remote wilderness, and a small shadow appeared in the distance above the ground level, and as the taxi drove in, the shadow also grew larger and larger, it was a rather dilapidated looking building.

The dilapidated buildings were surrounded by tall walls with dense barbed wire, and a few crows perched on lonely telephone poles, the crows of which were particularly piercing in the quiet wilderness.

"Hello, Mr. Dogger!" a strong, black man in uniform greeted Dogg affectionately, "You must have had a great holiday in Northern Europe? Let me see what you have brought us? Oh an Asian?"

"Hi sir, I want to remind you that this Chinese prey has a very strong fighting ability, and this prey should be able to sell for a good price?"

"Okay, Mr. Dog, don't forget Jì, many of the prey here are still members of the special forces, and when they come here, they are weak prey, and he is no exception, so get him to prison quickly. ”

Yang Bing didn't know that he had become a turtle in an urn, and the battle with the Dark Lord was the most difficult in history, and the physical and mental power consumed was correspondingly large, and he could only recover through a short sleep.

"Hey, sir, we've arrived at our destination, so it's time for you to wake up!" Dogge looked at Yang Bing, who was tied to the pillar, with a smile on his face.

Yang Bing opened his eyes, and found that he had been tied up by five flowers, he looked around, a dilapidated room, the walls were hung with all kinds of torture instruments, the walls were stained with liquids of various colors, and a pungent stench permeated the narrow room.

"Mr. Dogg, I think you're mistaken, this doesn't seem to be an airport. Yang Bing looked at the rope on his body, he tried to break free a few times, "Today is not April Fool's Day, let's stop this joke, let go of me quickly." ”

Dogge raised his index finger and shook it with the same smile on his face: "Hehe, this is not a joke?