A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Chen Yuxiang's mouth, the red light flashed under his eyes, and he reached out and grabbed it, and 37 shortened staff and 37 storage scrolls flew out of the lake, and he casually put them into the storage ring Other book friends are reading: Jin Yiwei full text free reading. Then Chen Yuxiang's body flashed, and he had already returned to the shore of the lake.

At this time, he was holding a long magic staff in his hand, with 5 flickering white demon crystals on it, and a pair of moon-white mage robes also appeared on his body, which looked like a standard Rakshasa Holy Light Magician.

This deputy head was provided to him by Yiyi's mother Irina when he was in Loulan City. Chen Yuxiang said that he was a Chinese, and it was inconvenient to come to the Rakshasa country, so Irina asked him to pretend to be a Rakshasa magician.

In fact, whether it is a Huaxia monk or a Rakshasa magician, they are all the same cultivators, but the direction of cultivation is different. Changed into the other party's outfit, and from the breath alone, it was impossible to distinguish at all. It is precisely because of this that the Shadow Spy and the Shadow Spy are able to infiltrate each other's countries and steal information.

The staff is the main weapon of the mage, it is not used to attack directly, but through the staff, the magic element between heaven and earth can be condensed more quickly: the golden magic eye. Chen Yuxiang confessed to the staff provided by Irina with blood that day, and found that the magician's robe was not a dress, but automatically appeared on his body after entering the combat state.

There are two characteristics of the mage after entering the combat state, one is that the staff that is usually only a few feet long can become as tall as the body, and the other is this special mage robe, which is completely condensed from magic elements, and has a certain amplitude effect on the release of magic.

At this time, Chen Yuxiang was wearing a robe, carrying a magic staff, and a pair of writing wheels that were as bright as morning stars, looking more like a magician than the Rakshasa people.

Although the battle on the lake was short, it still attracted the attention of many magicians, after all, many people drank happily in the restaurants on the shore of the lake. All of a sudden, dozens of magicians of all sizes walked out of the restaurant with magic staff in their hands and wore magic robes, and flew into the air. Seeing the tragic situation of hundreds of meters, the Rakshasa magicians flew over one after another. But Chen Yuxiang's body flashed and disappeared into the deep alley.

"Who did it? Who did it?"

"Who did it to the White family, this is too ruthless, isn't it?"

"Even mortals don't let go, it's definitely not the Chinese who sell their reputations, it's probably those families!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, do you want to find death?

Dozens of mages, big and small, looked at the blood-stained lake under their feet, and talked for a while, but Chen Yuxiang himself had already returned to the residence of the mage tower in Calais City.

Opening the door to open the prohibition, and laying down the blue water wave array, Chen Yuxiang waved his hand, and 37 storage scrolls with spatial spiritual power fluctuations appeared in his hand, and the latest chapter list of the journey of the sea appeared. {Leaderboard}

"I don't know what treasures are in here, I should take a serious look!" Looking at the dense storage scrolls, a smile also appeared on the corner of Chen Yuxiang's mouth......

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Rakshasa Country, the county town of Nanke, the lair of the White family.

Inside the secret room, hundreds of faint lights burned on a high platform, and a red-haired boy with a short staff in his hand sat bored. The three small demon beast crystal nuclei on the short staff showed his identity - a third-level magician.

"Hmm~~~, when will I have the opportunity to be sent to the desert city-state for 100 years of trial, instead of being bored here to watch these soul lamps?

As a child of the White family, what I love most and miss the most is the hundred years of trials in the desert. There were no rules of the Holy Tower, and there were infidels and unbelievers everywhere, and no one could care about them, no matter how much they went too far.

The boy was looking forward to the happy days in the MiG corridor in the future, and suddenly—

"Puff puff ......"

A slight sound sounded in the secret room, but it sounded like thunder to the young man! And his face turned pale in an instant!

"37 lights are extinguished at the same time, and the latest chapter list of the best prince is extinguished!"

Darko White, Bethman White, Sieve White, Bond White...... Oh my God, it's all the guys in the MiG corridor!"

"Made! What the hell is going on in the MiG corridor!"

These names were the object of his envy just now, but now they have obviously returned to the arms of the Lord!

"Hurry up and report to Master Coman!" After half a sound, the boy finally reacted, and hurriedly rushed out of the secret room, towards Coman White's residence......

The center of the castle, the residence of Koman.

The man's heavy gasps and the woman's suppressed cries of pain rang out from time to time.

"Lord Koman!-Master Koman!" a hurried voice sounded outside the door.

Coman White let go of the girl under him in dissatisfaction, and shouted angrily: "What's the matter!"

"They're all dead!,...... All...... All dead!" the voice outside the door was filled with endless fear, as if they had seen something terrible.

"Everything?" Koman White was startled, and instantly entered a combat state, lifting the staff with 10 demon crystals in his hand, and the energetic pale cyan robe instantly covered his ** body, and with a wave of the staff, the door opened, and his body flashed out.

The girl on the bed was full of tears, and hurriedly covered her body with a brocade quilt: officialdom.

"What the hell is going on?" said Koman White, looking at the frightened young man in front of him. At this time, he also recognized the identity of the young man, who was a junior in the family who took care of the soul lamp.

"All dead, all dead!" the young man muttered, pointing in the direction of the chamber, with a look of fear on his face.

"Humph!"

Coman slammed his staff, lifted the pale boy, and his body disappeared in a flash.

Inside the secret room where the soul lamp is placed.

Koman White looked at the much sparse soul lamp at the bottom, and his face was gloomy and terrifying. Inside the chamber, it seems that even the air is about to freeze. The young man who was guarding the soul lamp was thrown to the ground by him, his face was pale and he didn't dare to move.

"They're all dead!haha! they're all dead!" Coman laughed nervously.

"Ah~~~~~~~~h The poor boy had not been to the MiG corridor in his dreams, and he died innocently here.

The boy was killed with a cane, and Coman White seemed to be calmer, but his face was still gloomy and terrible.

"Who did it, and who did it?"

"Is it the damn untrustworthy? No, it can't be! There's no way he's going to get away from the Inquisition, and it's impossible to get to Calais so quickly that the rest of the book friends are reading: the ladies' list of the latest chapters!"

"And who is it? Who is it? Is it from the Barak family, or is it from the Robard family?"

"Whoever it is, I must avenge this revenge!" Coman White roared, his face becoming very hideous.

It's no wonder that Old Koman is so angry, the history of the White family is almost as long as the Rakshasa Kingdom, but now there are only a few thousand, and there are only a few hundred magicians.

Not only them, but also two other notorious families, the Baraks and the Robards. These three dark and ugly families are probably cursed by something, and their fertility is extremely low.

These 37 low-level mages who died today can be said to be the descendants of several generations of the White family! Although these people are of low rank, they are the hope of the family's continuation. Now it was wiped out overnight, which naturally made old Koman extremely angry.

"Who's the murderer?

"I've got to find out!"

"That's right, Grandpa Charlie!" Coman White's eyes lit up.

"Grandpa Charlie is a level 11 magician!

Coman White took out a blank scroll, recorded the incident and his suspicions very quickly, and then gently pinched it, and the scroll turned into a faint light and flew in the direction of the Mage Tower.

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In the large room, the three magicians sat cross-legged opposite each other, each in a state of meditation. Between the three of them, there was a huge magic array.

These three mages, two men and one woman, had extremely terrifying aura on their bodies. The female mage has a graceful figure, wearing a water-blue robe, and her long golden hair hangs down her waist like a waterfall, if Chen Yuxiang is here, she will definitely be able to recognize it immediately, this woman is the mother of Yiyi and Isa, and the level 10 magician Irina who makes him extremely jealous!

However, at this time, on the staff beside Irina, there were eleven light blue demon crystals! If Chen Yuxiang saw it, he would undoubtedly faint in fright!

The eleventh-level magician is equivalent to a monk in the Tribulation Period, and this is already the existence of the pinnacle of monks in the human world!

The two men, one with a bald head, looked extremely strong, but the ears were slightly pointed, which looked very strange. The other had short red hair and a face that resembled old Koman. However, the faces of the two are much younger and more handsome than the old Koeman!

By the side of these two people, they also put a magic staff on each side, and there were also eleven shiny demon crystals on it. These two are also monks in the Tribulation Period!

In this one room, there are actually three monks at the pinnacle of the world!

Suddenly, a faint light broke through the wall and landed in front of the red-haired young man, turning into a small picture. The three Grand Monks opened their eyes at the same time.

Looking at the handwriting on the screen, the red-haired young man said dissatisfiedly: "This robber is really ruthless, Tianzhu has changed! My 37 children and grandchildren are all dead like this!"

"Charlie, didn't you expect this, and why are you still angry?" the bald young man laughed.

"Hmph, Kirk, it's not a descendant of your Barak family who died, of course you don't care! Ikita died a few days ago, haven't you been talking about it for days?" the red-haired young man complained.

The red-haired young man is the first member of the White family, Charlie White, the titular head of the Shadow, and the bald young man is Kirk Barak, the head of the Barak family. Both of them are level 11 magicians, and the three of them and Irina are the strongest combat power of the mage tower today.

"Charlie, don't be angry!" Irina chuckled, "What is this Corman talking about?"

"Hmph!" Charlie pouted, "this kid said, let me help him find out who the murderer is, so that he can take revenge! But people are robbers, and even I dare not take revenge, what use can he do?"

"Hehe! Charlie, even if he is not a robber, do you dare to leave here to take revenge?" The bald young man Kirk said disdainfully, "The three of us, we have been staying here for 1,000 years, except for an occasional trip to Loulan City, where else can we go?"

"Made!" Charlie White scolded indignantly, "Xia Ziyan, this girl, doesn't she just have a fairy weapon, arrogant or something! The three of us have been trapped here for 1,000 years, and we are going to suffocate to death!