"Please show your pass. The mechanical voice said indifferently. What about the pass that Karl gave himself? It seems that he has forgotten on the desk in the library of the Orlando Barrel School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after so many days, it should be long gone.

I carefully rummaged through the storage bag, and there was really no pass given to me by His Excellency Karl. Bu Li looked at the huge gate speechlessly, feeling a little irritable in his heart.

"Is there any other way to get in without a pass?" If Bu Li went back to find Nicholas Batum, there should be a way to contact Karl Mian and ask him for one. But Bu Li doesn't want to delay this time, back and forth, it's all precious time. Bu Li thought about it, maybe this alchemy puppet had other programs.

"Get out!" the alchemy puppet said plainly.

Bu Li was angry, who designed this alchemy puppet? Not only did it add a magic array that could speak, which seemed to be useless, but this magic array was actually designed like this, and if it didn't agree, it was a rolling word out, what fucking bullshit.

There's nothing to say about an alchemy puppet, and since I don't want to go back to His Majesty Chuikov or Nicholas Batum, I have to break in.

Bu Li's finger landed on the dark brown gate, and the aura of the surrounding magic elements began to converge, and the lines of words on the entire gate flashed with dazzling light, and the magic array began to rotate, and the next moment it was about to counterattack.

With Bu Li's fingers as the center, a burst of magical elemental aura condensed into water rippled past, and a thin layer of mist rose and shrouded the dark brown door. Meanwhile. All the magic arrays seem to have been cut off from the aura of the magic elements, all the words. All the magic arrays dimmed at once.

It's just some magic arrays, and Bu Li doesn't care much about it. Control of formations. Bu Li thinks that there should be no one stronger than himself in the Magic Continent. After all, he was born in the white mist, the powerful existence, that old monster, just his attainments in the formation are enough to open the world.

His fingers slowly moved towards the shang, and the magic arrays in the places he passed were broken one by one. Like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, they died without resistance under the butcher's knife of stepping. The speed of Bu Li's finger movement became slower and slower, and from the bottom to the top, the complexity of the magic array increased suddenly, increasing in geometric increments, and each magic array exceeded Bu Li's expectations.

The step centrifugal inside is also secretly frightened. It is true that he can't be arrogant, he just thought that as long as it is a magic array, nothing can help him, and the magic array on this gate gave himself a stick on the head. If you want to cut the connection between them and the magical elemental aura, it is not difficult. But it is indeed difficult to crack these magic arrays one by one. Just now, a magic array, I was careless, and almost detonated the magic array.

It wasn't fatal, but Bu Li cautiously began to concentrate on solving these magic arrays. The flow of data flows in the mind, and the speed begins to pick up again.

Da Hei looked at the way he walked away. Lying on his stomach at a distance, bored to the extreme. Just when he stepped away to attract the aura of the magic element, Da Hei dodged it, for fear that he would be involved.

As one magic array after another was cracked. The speed of the step away is almost constant. Thinking about it, although those magic arrays are different, they come from the hands of one person, and the most complicated degree is always fixed. Step off opens the data flow, and the speed of resolution also reaches a constant speed.

Buli is busy. Suddenly, he felt that the aura of the magic elements around him began to become unstable, and an irritable voice came. "Who's messing around there!"

The sound alone had already made the magic elements agitated? Could it be Professor Paul, whom he had met half of himself? The old professor who wanted to refine the dragon potion by himself, and who went back on his word, just wanted to let himself help.

The speed of his hand suddenly increased, and Bu Li felt a powerful, unrestrained aura rushing towards him like a tyrannosaurus rex from prehistory. How long do you have left? Three seconds, two seconds? If Professor Paul comes to him, and he still can't solve the magic array, he will be small, and if he is really caught between Paul and the magic array, he is afraid that he will be injured.

I didn't have time to think about the consequences, so I put my other hand on the door, and the two hands seemed to wave unconsciously, and all the magic arrays in the place where they passed were "dead". The frenzied waving was like a powerful being in the white mist when it opened the heavens in the world of orcs and elves, and the data flow in Bu Li's mind was also running and flowing wildly, just like when he fought Josep Britz Tito, and was exerted to the limit by Bu Li.

The last magic array was broken, and the door opened with a "click". Bu Li's arms were protected in front of his chest, and then two magical defensive shields appeared.

is still the face with a white beard, wrinkled and horizontal, and looks dozens of years older than Nicholas Batum. But his waist was straight, his face was full of red light, and he rushed straight to Buli in anger.

Where is this battle of magicians, it is even more bloody and violent than the battle between knights. The aura of ice magic elements in Bu Li's hands appeared, and a "deep sea iceberg" appeared, and his body stepped back, saying, "I'm Bu Li, His Majesty Karl asked me to come to you." ”

"Karl, that bastard, did you let you make trouble?" Professor Paul's hand flashed red, and collided with the "mountain and sea iceberg" that Buli had just released and had not yet taken shape, and the magic was annihilated, just right, and no trace of strength was wasted.

If nothing else, this hand alone is enough to give way and be surprised. To be able to calculate his strength so accurately, could it be that he could not remain the embodiment of the powerful existence in the white mist?

Buli continued to retreat, no slower than he was moving forward, his hands moving one after another, and the language of dragons and elves mingled together, summoning all kinds of different spell shields or magic that hindered his way.

Paul O'Neill didn't have the stupid look he had ever seen in magical visions, but like a grumpy lion. When other male lions invade his territory, Paul O'Neill roars furiously, showing his strength with great force, as if announcing his presence and majesty to this stranger.

Paul O'Neill is very strong, and when he hasn't even used the laws of time and space, in ordinary battles, he feels that Paul O'Neill is better at fighting than Josep Britz Tito.

Yes, good at ...... This kind of bravery to the point of being somewhat reckless, does not mean that Paul O'Neill is easy to beat. Bu Li's feeling is the clearest, he keeps retreating, Paul O'Neill keeps moving forward, all the magic along the way, no matter what it is, even the illusion is broken by Paul O'Neill. While fighting, Paul O'Neill was still yelling angrily, and at the end of the day, he couldn't even hear Paul O'Neill yelling clearly.

The flow of data in my mind occupies all my thoughts, and I don't think about what to think? Buli thinks, but once he doesn't concentrate enough, Buli has only one end, and he is beaten by Paul O'Neill. As for whether it was a direct instant kill after that, or how to be branded by this old pedant, Bu Li didn't know the way, and he didn't want to know the way.

Bu Li was under multiple pressures, and Da Hei also knew how to do it. It's no longer like watching the excitement and lying on the side to see how Buli abuses the vegetables. The big black body trembled lightly in the faintness, and the invisibility that was not noticed by people entered a stealth state.

At the moment when Da Hei had just sneaked away, under the regular bricks and stones, small grasses gently crawled out, each grass was extremely fresh, with tender fluffy tentacles on the branches and leaves. Each tentacle is covered with faintly visible thorn-like leaves.

The grass had turned the masonry in front of Orlando's Barrel School of Witchcraft and Wizardry into a grassy patch, and it didn't seem to do any harm, but the body in the black's stealth quickly resurfaced.

It turned out to be an anti-submarine ......

Paul O'Neill only cast a spell at the big black, and then continued to chase away, ice, flames, broken wood, boulders, various unknown metal fragments, illusion fragments, dark breath, and milky white light dragged out a ray of light behind Paul O'Neill.

Damn! How could this old pedant in the institute, Paul O'Neill, who seems to have studied Rakazov's second law, be so strong? The speed is not inferior to Raphael, and the speed of casting spells is even faster. He still has to chant the spell of the language of the elves and the dragons, and he doesn't use it at all, all the magic levels are not high, all of them are instantaneous, all the way to break all his magic, and all the efforts to give in are in vain.

Buli felt a strong pressure, and this pressure made Buli unable to breathe.

If you want to fight, sir, I'll accompany you!

Bu Li secretly opened the "time that can't be kept", and moved with his heart, and the "time that can't be kept" instantly solidified the flow of time around him.

It doesn't take long, only a second, and in the eyes of Bu Li, it is enough. But Paul O'Neill still doesn't seem to feel the force of "unretained time", as if Paul O'Neill has exempted the force of "unretained time", only a tenth of a second of a pause, and then still rushes away like a grumpy lion.

In such a short period of time, Buli didn't do anything, it was a respite, Buli picked up the sharp knife, did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed straight to Paul O'Neill. (To be continued......)