The eyes of all these mythical beasts are inlaid with emerald gemstones, which are refracted by the sunlight and give life.

Kidd gestured to the beasts hidden by the bushes in front of him, one of which had the body of an eagle-headed horse, a thick mane extending from its neck, and a carapace like fish scales. The two front hooves are raised high. Make a forward dashing pose. The other, on the other hand, has the body of a lion-headed leopard with tiger-striped fur. The characteristics of the three beasts are given to the whole body, and the semi-recumbent movements, each action seems so realistic, and the sculptor shows almost all the details to the fullest.

"Do you know what these two are?" Kidd looked at Cold Night, his eyes filled with a sense of knowledge, Cold Night was just a teenager who had just entered a strange world, and he naturally didn't know these strange things. He just stared at Kidd with wide eyes and blankly, as if he wanted to get some answer from him.

"They are, Bingqi and Yanqi, who have guarded the human world for hundreds of years, and I have only heard of them, and no one has ever seen them in real life. Kidd frowned and said earnestly.

The cold night was on the side, frowning his thick black eyebrows. His eyes were hollow, apparently not fully understanding Kidd's words.

"Alright, you can learn this yourself later, and now go and meet the magician. Kidd craned his eyebrows, and his expression became much more natural.

"What about you," Leng Ye's handsome face asked with a little curiosity.

"I'm waiting for you here, after all, Lord Muyce is looking for you, and it will look a little unreasonable if you go" Kidd looked helpless.

"Okay, then I'll go in" Although Leng Ye's expression was very flat, his heart was fluctuating at the moment.

"Go in along this door, and someone will naturally lead you~!" Looking at the back of the cold night, Kidd didn't forget to instruct and shouted behind his back.

With questions and curiosity, Leng Ye stepped through the gates of the palace and disappeared from Kidd's sight.

The palace is divided into fifteen floors, with a spiral staircase that spirals up to look a little dizzying, and the first five floors are divided into twenty rooms. They are the residences of twenty magisters, and the middle five floors are training rooms with different attributes, fire, water, ice, poison, and electricity. They can work their magic in all kinds of harsh environments. At the back is two floors of books, two floors of dining rooms, and the top floor is the residence of the great magician. The glass chandelier on the roof hangs straight down the center of the staircase. It is sixty or seventy meters long. Gemstones of various colors are set on the walls. There are no words to describe that luxury.

"You're Cold Night?" said a navy cloaked magister coldly to Cold Night.

Although this person only showed a pair of sharp eyes, from his cold voice, Leng Ye clearly knew that he was the Magister Grell who prevented them from entering.

"Are you Greer?" Leng Ye knew in his heart, but still pretended not to know.

"Presumptuous, you dare to call me by my honorable name!" Greer was visibly annoyed, staring straight at the cold night.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit rude. Leng Ye smiled, sticking out his tongue, with a little naughtiness in his words.

Perhaps because of the joke of the cold night, which completely angered Greel, his eyes sprayed purple magic, and the long bare hair under the blue cloak also turned lilac.

"Looks like I'm going to have to give your kid a little color today!" Grell roared like a beast. Probably because of the Great Magician, Cold Night didn't care about all this and looked at Grell innocently.

Greer, who was full of hostility, raised his big thick hand, the purple magic around his palm was entwined like a giant snake, accompanied by a sizzling sound, he jumped forward, and quickly came to the side of the cold night, his bulky body was driven by magic, and became so agile and agile,

Then the characters floated out of his mouth: "Cold-Ice-of-Blade." ”

Before the words fell, the palm of his hand had already slapped on Leng Ye's chest, and with a scream, Leng Ye's petite body flew two meters away under the action of huge energy. Then there was a chill in his chest, and after a while, there was a burning pain, and he was now standing between the intersecting lines of ice and fire, and life was worse than death.

Leng Ye leaned against the cold wall, his right hand covered his chest, his expression was very hideous, his golden hair was almost messy, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but make a humming sound, and the huge pain made him lose consciousness for a short time.

Grell pushed the magic in his body, and instantly came to Leng Ye's side, looked at Leng Ye, who was shrunk into a ball, squinted his eyes, and said contemptuously: "With this ability, I don't know how the Great Magician chose you." ”

Just now, Grell only used second-order intermediate magic, and his power was only about thirty percent. If he had used all his strength, Leng Ye would have been gone long ago.

The cold night curled up on the ground was motionless, and although his body could not move, his consciousness was still semi-conscious. It's so warm, what the hell is this? The cold night was attracted by a magical power, and he could feel a warm current washing over his body. The stronger this energy, the more comfortable the body will be.

Leng Ye exclaimed, his body was almost out of his control at this moment, the pendant around his neck exuded a black aura, and the layer of sugar coating that was originally wrapped in it had faded away, and the black substance inside was constantly instilled into his body, and the dark magic continued to erode his body. The cold night is driven by a black aura. Slowly rises suspended in the air. Like an angel of darkness.

With a thud, the six wings behind him broke out, and as the wings kept stirring, the feathers slowly fell down. The original blonde hair and black pupils have been almost completely eroded into bright red.

"You, who the hell are you?" Grell looked startled in his frustrated tone.

The eroded cold night did not speak, but looked at Grell with bloodshot eyes, and the evil laughter was particularly penetrating, like a devil's shrill laugh.

Grell knew very well that the wings in front of him were the symbol of the demon's fallen angels, and what surprised him even more was that this was not an ordinary fallen angel, but a transformation six-winged depravity that had reached the top. Even Lucifer, the ruler of the Demon Realm, only has pseudo-six wings.

Greer was already frightened by what was happening in front of him, and his seemingly calm appearance was almost unable to hide the panic in his heart. Who the hell is this kid! Who is he! What is he going to do here!

"Wake up, damn human, haha, hahahaha" The cold night was almost completely controlled by this mysterious power, and a high-pitched, thin voice floated from between his teeth.

Grell was shaken back two steps by the force. His face became serious.

"Whoever you are, I won't let you do anything here!" Greer yelled as his eyes locked on Cold Night.

Greer now knew very well in his heart that he was no match for the monster in front of him at all. Even if it is a great magician, it may not be the opponent of the Transfiguration Six Wings. The demon world and the human world have always been incompatible, and for the oath of knights! For the glory of magic!

"I sacrifice you in the glory of magic, light-of-god-feather," Grell tensed every nerve on his face, chanting the magic mantra word by word.

Driven by magic, tens of thousands of white feathers fell from the sky, a trick that was the ultimate magic of the Magister. Each feather is imbued with powerful magic. Ordinary people can't resist the deterrent power of this trick at all.

"Hahaha... Hahaha, is that what you can do?" Leng Ye looked disdainful, he didn't take Grell seriously.

I saw that the six wings were waved one step forward, and the black aura was dead around the cold night, like an eggshell firmly enveloping him inside. The feather flew straight ahead, but to no avail, only the crisp clash of magic and shield could be heard.

"Haha, that's all you can do, what else can you humans unleash to your heart's content!" said Leng Ye with his arms outstretched and smiled with his face facing the sky.

Grell had almost taken out the Magister's ultimate skill, but for the Transfiguration Hexawing, it was like tickling, it was dissolved in an instant, and although there was a lot of magic left, it could only delay time.

"Gone, Magister Greel?" the piercing voice of the cold night rang out again.

"Now that it's gone, let's start my show. Haha, haha. The cold night burst into laughter at the sky, and the moment he lowered his head, the laughter also stopped abruptly, followed by the cold and desolate eyes.

Whoosh, the cold night moved rapidly, and the black breath and red eyes dragged two arcs of different colors in the air. This speed is many times faster than teleportation.

Before Dreyer could react, Leng Ye had already grabbed his neck, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he asked rhetorically, "Dreyer, did you fight back?"

Under the effect of the Transfiguration Six Wings, Cold Night easily placed Dreher in the palm of his hand without using a single magic at all. At this moment, Dreyer's face was flushed, the red bloodshot in his eyes was clearly visible, and the blue meridian on his neck was bulging, which was very terrifying. A dignified magister was left to his fiddling with it. Grell gave up struggling, and gradually his vision began to blur, waiting for death to come.