Garon didn't even get his hood flipped off, he was just knocked everywhere, and he just wasn't hurt.

After some entanglement, both sides seemed to sense the difficulty of the other party, and the situation became deadlocked.

Minutes and seconds passed.

I don't know how long it took, but the sun gradually dimmed, and the sky gradually became Hunan.

The carriage of the underworld finally neighed, and slowly fell backwards, directly into a small shadow behind it.

Mars!

Its blood-red eyes stared at Garon, as if remembering the creature who had rendered it powerless for the first time.

Soon, its body, along with the carriage, entered the shadows, and suddenly, it turned around, accelerated and ran, leaping up in the shadows.

Silently, the carriage of the underworld sank directly into the wall and disappeared completely.

Masmus's cries were faintly heard from afar, echoing through the library. But it quickly faded away, getting smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely.

Garon stood quietly in place, a little helpless in his heart.

He even tried to press the secret weapon at the bottom of the box, but unfortunately the speed at which he was extracted was too large, almost reaching 80%, which also caused his reaction to keep up, but his movement body couldn't keep up at all. It's actually nothing, as long as the ability to predict is still there, there is no problem.

And the main thing is that the carriage of the underworld has become so fast that it is almost like yellow lightning, and before the eyes can blink, it has already hit itself.

Moreover, the underworld carriage is completely immune to totem attacks, and its own body attacks cannot keep up, and totem attacks are completely immune. It's not going to be able to fight at all!

Garon was also on fire.

Looking at the empty library hall, Garon relieved himself and turned to walk out to see if the silver-faced man was still there.

Suddenly, he paused. Freeze in place.

The whole hall suddenly changed strangely.

The rubble of the ground floated up piece by piece, flying towards the ceiling, embedded back into the original cracks and grooves.

The big silver ball that rolled down automatically moved and flew back to its original place lightly, as if the video recorder was rewinding, and even the trajectory of the roll back was exactly the same.

A large amount of dust and stone sand flew upside down and flew back to the statue on the wall. Fit back.

Countless dust floated up and kept rising, silently. It's as if shijie is completely reversed. Heavy rain of dust and gravel fell from the ground.

The smashed and shattered tables and chairs of the wood also automatically turned up and rolled back to their original positions, and a large amount of wood chips flew back to the surface. The fit is complete. Then countless dust covered it back, thicker and thicker.

The large craters in the ground were quickly refilled, and then the cracks disappeared, covering the original black marble, with a thick layer of dust on the outermost part.

The entire library seems to be going back in time, and all the destroyed places are quickly restored to their original state.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

The library was completely restored to the moment Garon came in and saw it. There is no trace of the movement of the Underworld Carriage.

He looked at the entire library hall with a strange expression, and his mind was confused for a while.

"What's going on here?"

Garon walked to himself before he was hit. Created a large pit in the wall underneath, looking up at the place where the original pit was.

Intact. You can even see a small spider web in the corner of the wall, with translucent molts of spiders on it.

Not in a high position, Garon stretched out his finger and pressed against the wall.

It was smooth and smooth, and the surface was covered with a layer of white ash, but the black ash from before was gone.

He pressed hard against him.

Click!

There was a dent in the wall. Then it quickly returned to leveling. Garon withdrew his finger and looked at his surroundings with a thoughtful look on his face.

He turned around and walked towards the gate, and when he got out of the gate, he saw the silver-faced man sitting on the steps of the door, this guy actually fell asleep, and it was estimated that he had relaxed all of a sudden, and simply broke the jar and shattered, whatever he wanted. He also snored.

The guy's black clothes were dirty, dusty, and tattered.

On the ground on the side, there is a black badge scattered on it, which is carved a little weirdly, a silver sun exudes infinite light, and inside the sun, there is a black vertical pupil eye.

Garon put the badge away.

Walked over and kicked the Silverman.

"Wake up. Hey!"

The silver-faced man fell crookedly and suddenly came to his senses. Stood up sharply.

"It's over?!" he quickly looked back at Garon.

"What do you mean it's over?" Garon was speechless. "Now it's up to you to take me to the Black Sky Society's strongholds, all the strongholds you know. ”

He's about to start farming points, and his agility is still a little bit more complete, and Miwu also needs to increase his points.

"Stronghold, I know where the other two guys who ran away should be!" replied immediately, and the silver-masked man reacted decisively without hesitation.

Garon couldn't help but look at him more.

"Take your mask off. ”

The silver-faced man smiled bitterly and removed the mask from his face.

revealed the face of a middle-aged uncle with vicissitudes of life, a very ordinary public face, a black beard, mixed with a few white mustaches. His eye sockets are deep-set and he looks like he is severely sleep-deprived.

"What's your name?" Garon asked casually.

"Wind chimes, my name is wind chimes. The uncle replied honestly.

"Wind chimes?!" Garon almost didn't throw up, looking at the face that was very vicissitudes, he didn't know where to complain. This name doesn't match this face at all.

"Okay, wind chimes. He barely got used to the contrast. "Take out all the secret treasures you used to besiege me yesterday. ”

Wind Chime honestly took out something, a delicate black pocket watch, and handed it to Garon.

Garon took it, took it in his hand and played with it.

The pocket watch was tiny, half the size of a normal pocket watch, with no numerals, no text, no scales, and only a hand that was constantly circulating.

"What is this?"

"Atomize the Crow Formation. "We call it the Mist Raven Array, which can catalyze tens of thousands of Spiritual Crow Totems and form a cylindrical magic array to isolate and imprison the enemy. The confinement ability consumes a lot, and it was smashed by you yesterday, and this part of the secret treasure structure is also broken. Now only the function of catalyzing the crow remains. ”

"What level of secret treasure is this?"

"A replica of a second-level secret treasure. "It's an imitation of what you call the ultimate treasure." We put the secret treasures in the Great Black Sky according to the general, the ultimate, and the primary. The correspondence is divided into one to three levels, which is convenient for dividing the power, and it was originally a three-level secret treasure. The Fog Raven Array is an imitation of the Great Black Sky Defense Array, which belongs to the second-level secret treasure. There are a lot of second-level secret treasures.,Almost all the bosses of the big shili have them.,This is also the reward I got after I made a contribution in the big black sky.。 ”

Garon's eyes flashed.

"So, the Daikoku Sky Black Shrine also has a third-level initial secret treasure?"

"Yes, this is a secret treasure that can be reused, and the greatest power is the four-type totem level. Wind Chimes stared at his pocket watch with some pain. "Now, he's yours. ”

Garon smiled and flipped through his pocket watch to see a line of small silver letters engraved on the pitch-black back.

If giving up is a kind of sobriety, then I still choose to persevere. 'In the Ennitte script.

"The line was engraved by the maker. He is my best friend, the top workshop master and scholar of Daikokuten, and he has been dead for many years. The wind chimes were a little muffled.

"How does this work?" said Garon tossing his pocket watch.

"Imagine your totemic power pouring into it, consuming an amethyst every time you use it. As a reminder, the power of the totem required is very large, and of course, it can also be compensated for with the light of the totem. The two are actually similar in nature. "Wind chimes hurry up and warn.

"Oh?"

Garon held his pocket watch, trying to channel his totemic power and totemic light into it.

"The power of this treasure is determined by the amount of totem power or totem light you enter. The upper limit is Type 4. The range can be very wide. Wind Chimes explained, stepping back a bit. It is convenient for Garon to experiment with the secret treasure.

"The fog crow created only has one consciousness of attack, and nothing else, so it needs to be used carefully. ”

The voice did not fall.

A black mist quickly filled around Garon.

A large stream of black mist spread from all around him, and the source of the mist was the pocket watch in his hand.

The mist swirled and condensed above Garon's head, soon forming small black crows. Some perched on Galleon's shoulders, some hovered overhead, and some had small eyes searching for targets to attack.

A large number of black fog condensed more and more fog crows, and gradually, the entire library gate was shrouded in a large black fog.

The wind chimes opened their mouths wide and were speechless for a while.

This kind of momentum is almost the same as the momentum they created last night, and a large number of black fog crows began to hover in the sky around the library, like black rivers, converging and scattering.

The quacks in the sky were incessant. It was as if the dead city had suddenly come alive.

"How many totemic lights does he have," the wind chime muttered, not knowing what expression to use.

Soon, the scene lasted for more than half a minute, and a large number of fog crows turned into black fog again, pouring back into the pocket watch in Garon's hand.

The black mist dissipated, revealing Garon's calm face.

"This thing is good, the power is really good, and the consumption is not very large. "Garon is very pleased with this treasure.

The Eight Dragons are his strongest totems, and the rest of the totems are completely incomparable and too weak, and he plans to take them out of control after a while and exchange them for other resources so as not to waste them.

The eight dragons are too strong, and it is easy to find out the difference of his totem when he takes it out at every turn. And the arrival of the Fog Raven Array just makes up for the shortcomings of daily use.

The power of the strongest type four is fully in line with the needs of normal use, and the stronger eight-headed dragon does not need to show up all the time. Now the eight dragons are released in a completely illusory form, as if even the body has been elementalized, and it can be pretended to be a state of spiritual light possession for a short time, and a totem master can know that it is abnormal after a long time. (To be continued......)