The news of the Huaxia monk's madness was quickly reported to the Mage Tower by the phantom secret spies hiding everywhere.

The top floor of the Mage's Tower.

Irina, Charlie, and Kirk sat opposite each other around the Great Magic Array, and their faces were all gloomy.

"What is this Xia Ziyan going to do? Didn't you say that the national war would be in ten years? It's been less than 10 years, why is she crazy now?" Charlie White shouted angrily.

"Who knows? Whether to fight or not, and when to fight, it is all up to Xia Ziyan to decide, what can we do? Who told the three of us that we can't leave here?" Kirk Barak said gloomily.

"Those ant-like Chinese monks are really arrogant!" Charlie said angrily, "If you annoy me, I will leave the Holy Tower and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"I dare to say, when you leave the Holy Tower, you will meet Xia Ziyan!" Irina snorted coldly, "Since she dares to do this, she must have already arrived near the Holy Tower!

"Then what do you say? Just watch here, waiting for someone to kill our disciples and grandchildren?" Charlie White cried out angrily.

"Charlie, if Xia Ziyan wants to kill all your disciples and grandchildren, one person is enough! Anyway, we can't do without the Mage Tower, but she can move around at will!" Irina snorted coldly, "You calm down! What about the matter I asked you to investigate? Who killed hundreds of Huaxia monks? Which fool did it?"

"Not a single fool did it!" Charlie White seemed to be a little afraid of this Irina, and bowed his head and said in a muffled voice, "Our level 10 magicians have sworn to the great lord and have nothing to do with this matter. Moreover, among the dead Huaxia people, there is also Wang Sen's strong and perverted guy, our tenth-level magician is against him, and no one is his opponent! This matter must have nothing to do with our people!"

"Even Wang Sen is hanging, that must not be our level 10 magician!" Kirk Barak's face also showed a hint of thought, "Could it be the infighting of the Chinese people?"

"Let's not say who did it! Let's talk about what we should do!" Charlie White said irritably, "You can't just watch and let the Huaxia people kill all our people!

"Why don't you get all the senior deacons of the Inquisition out and save some face?" said Kirk Barak as he looked at Irina with an inquiring eye, "Or, let the fellows of the temple move?"

"!" Irina burst into foul language, "Do you really want to make Xia Ziyan go crazy?" Before we don't have the fourth Holy Demon Guide, we can only endure it!"

Irina stood up slowly, and said with an indifferent face: "Immediately send an order, all the 'Jing' Ying disciples of the Holy Tower will withdraw to the north shore of Calais Lake! If you don't have time to evacuate, you should first retreat to the nearby city-state! No one is allowed to take the initiative to provoke, and unless it is absolutely necessary, the identity of the magician must not be revealed!"

"My lord!" said Charlie White also stood up, and said dissatisfiedly, "Isn't this too cautious?

"Charlie!10 days only!" Irina snorted coldly, "It is better to make the lord's servants sad, it is better not to die than to let the lord's servants die! I dare to say, Xia Ziyan is nearby! If you don't believe me, you two will show me!"

Charlie and Kirk were startled at the same time, and they both stood up straight. Irina whispered a spell, and in an instant, a huge curtain of light appeared in front of her.

There was a 'female' figure above the light curtain, but it was blurred. Irina's face became extremely indifferent, and she shouted coldly: "Xia Ziyan!"

On the light curtain, the figure of the 'girl' slowly appeared, and it was the appearance of a beautiful 'girl' in palace clothes. The outfit of the 'woman' is obviously Chinese, but the people who come and go around her are all Rakshasas with high noses and deep eyes.

The 'girl' stood on the street so casually, but no one could see her presence. When the surrounding Rakshasas passed by her, they all involuntarily avoided her.

Behind the 'woman' are buildings that are very rich in Rakshasa 'color'. The most conspicuous of these is a huge tower. Above the spire of the tower, there is a white 'color' of light.

"Xia Ziyan, what are you doing in our Holy Tower......? You're going too far!" Charlie White exclaimed angrily as he looked at the 'girl' on the screen.

The tower behind the 'girl' is the holy tower they are in!

"Huh. Bad uncle Charlie, here I can come and go if I like, can't I? Why don't you come out and drive me away?"

"Xia Ziyan, I've already checked this matter! It's true that it wasn't the people of our Holy Tower who did it, don't you think it's too much for you to be angry with us like this?" Irina said in a cold tone.

"Sister Irina, this matter was not done by your people, could it be our people? Or did those native monks in the city-state, or simply the Japanese people in the deep sea do it? Do you think it makes sense to say this?" There was also a hint of coldness in the voice of the 'woman'.

"Xia Ziyan, 10 days, is it too long? Or 5 days?" Kirk Barak also said busily.

"Little vampire Kirk, right? Giggles, 10 days, not a day!" The 'female' sneered, "These days, you'd better not have any bad ideas, magicians above level 10, it's best not to leave this broken tower." Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying these juniors!, especially you Kirk," Speaking of this, Xia Ziyan glanced at Kirk Barak coldly, "If you dare to take this broken step, I won't mind going to your vampire castle after killing you!"

As soon as the 'female' voice fell, the picture dissipated. Irina's face was extremely cold, while Charlie White and Kirk Barak looked at each other and couldn't make a sound.

This fierce man has already appeared under the Holy Tower, no matter how unwilling they are, how resentful they are, they can only suppress it in their hearts.

Because the 'woman' still holds the sword in her hand!

The sword that trapped them in the Holy Tower for a thousand years, and the glory of the Holy Tower could not shine an inch into the desert!

......

Inside the city of the Mage's Tower, under the soft light.

Dressed in palace clothes, the Chinese 'girl' walked casually on the streets, and there were many magicians coming and going, but no one could see her existence.

It seems that walking in the holy city of this Rakshasa country is like her own backyard for her.

In the hand of the 'woman', there is this sword. The shape of the sword is completely similar to that of the Qinggang sword, and there are also 7 small grooves on the hilt. On the groove, it was not a spirit stone, but seven dark brown 'colored' gemstones.

This sword, without any trace of spiritual power, was held in the hand of the 'woman' so casually.

Glancing back at the tower overhead, the corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly.

"I know it wasn't your guys who did it. ”

"But so what?"

......

Le Lang Sea, Tsushima Island.

The wind howled, and the sky was full of dark clouds.

Beneath the overcast lead clouds in the sky, huge bolts of lightning frantically slashed down on the buildings on Tsushima Island.

The sudden hurricane swept up the huge Lang like a small hill and slapped heavily on Tsushima Island, and the huge Lang head slapped against those gorgeous buildings with an extremely terrifying aura of spiritual power. Everywhere you go, the buildings are reduced to dust.

At this time, Tsushima Island is like the end of the world!

Densely packed with Japanese monks, holding all kinds of strange magic weapons in their hands, wailing and hiding in the mountains of Lang, from time to time someone was hit by Lang's head, and then turned into a ball of blood, 'mixed' into the giant Lang.

Occasionally, someone stepped on the flying sword, and when they thought of flying away from this place, in the sky, there was immediately a huge lightning bolt that thundered down, and in an instant, even the people with magic weapons directly turned into flying ashes.

The Japanese monks on the ground were all looking desperate, and many of them even prostrated themselves on the ground, praying that this catastrophe would end soon.

The central pavilion of Tsushima Island, inside the underground secret room.

Kenichi Matsumoto prostrated himself on the ground in horror, the arms of the strange idol in front of him dancing wildly, and a hoarse roar echoed through the secret room.

"Damn! The 2000 years of energy quota were all used by your precious son, and the mission failed!"

"Not to mention, I actually lost the token of the envoy! This makes the envoy go back in the future how to 'hand' over! Matsumoto, you should die! Your son should die! You all deserve to die!"

"My lord!" Ken Matsumoto kowtowed again and again, "My child is ineffective, and he really deserves to die!" But I hope that my lord will spare these disciples under my 'door' for the sake of our dedicated 'service' for more than a hundred years. After all, adults will still need manpower to do things in the future!"

"Doing things, doing things, the tokens have been snatched away, no matter how much life qi is absorbed, what's the use! Damn, damn it!"

With the hysterical roar of the strange god statue, hundreds of bowls of thick lightning bombarded Tsushima Island from the high heavens outside, and more than a dozen Japanese monks died in an instant.

Kenichi Matsumoto fell prostrate on the ground, not daring to say another word.

After the strange idol roared for a while, it seemed to slowly calm down. Over the island outside, the lead cloud was still low, but there was no thunder and lightning, and the monstrous giant Lang was slowly shrinking.

There was a bleak scene on Tsushima Island, and the surviving Japanese monks stood blankly outside the pavilion in the central square, their faces full of horror. Today, Tsushima Island is a blank field, and only this one building remains!

Inside the underground vault.

After spitting out a string of strange words, the strange idol hissed, "Matsumoto, this envoy remembers your years of hard work in 'serving', and gives you another chance to atone for your sins!"

"Thank you, Lord God!" Matsumoto Ken kowtowed again and again.

"I have used a secret method to recall the soul of your son and resurrect him, so that I can know the truth about it. But this matter needs to be 'extracted' from one of your three souls, and you will never be able to enter reincarnation again, are you willing?" said the strange idol.

"Lord Divine Envoy, do you mean that Nobunaga can be resurrected?" Matsumoto Ken said without hesitation, "My subordinates are willing, my subordinates are willing to thank God for making it perfect! As long as I can resurrect my child, I am willing to take all my soul!"

The strange idol let out a whimsy laugh from its mouth, "It's 'quite' to say yes! But don't thank me." It's just a 'trade' between you and me. Matsumoto, I can't imagine that you have killed people in your life, and today you are willing to pay such a big price for an 'illegal' child. It's not difficult to get the envoy to make a move, but using this soul forbidden technique will also cost the envoy a huge price. Don't forget what you promised me!"

Kenichi Matsumoto: "Rest assured, what I promised, I will naturally never break my word!"

The idol laughed again, but one arm slowly moved, reaching straight into Kenichi Matsumoto's head, but no blood flowed out. Ken Matsumoto's face was distorted, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

The idol's arm slowly stretched out, but there was a human-shaped ball of light on his hand, and it looked like Kenichi Matsumoto's face.

The idol let out a burst of obscure incantations, and in an instant, countless points of light flew from all directions, condensing on the small ball of light. After a few breaths, no more light flew in, but the light cluster was several times larger, and his face changed to the appearance of Oda Nobunaga, but his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was hideous.

The idol uttered obscure and strange syllables, and endless energy flew out of the magic array, and in an instant, a human body appeared in the center of the circle. The man was naked, his eyes were closed, and he looked like it was Oda Nobunaga.

With a wave of the idol's arm, the white 'colored' light in his hand flew straight towards Oda Nobunaga's body lying next to him, and disappeared. Oda Nobunaga, who was originally lying on the ground, sat up and opened his eyes!

The voice in the statue also seemed to be a little tired, and said, "With such a forbidden technique, your three souls are now missing one soul, and most of your cultivation has been lost." Fortunately, your realm has not yet declined, and it is not difficult to recover. For the sake of your 'serving' envoy is quite respectful, when you complete the task that the envoy 'handed' to you, the envoy will give you treasures, so that you have the opportunity to survive the catastrophe and ascend to the immortal realm!"

"Now, ask your son what happened in the desert!"

Kenichi Matsumoto was overjoyed when he heard this, and bowed down deeply; Thank you!"

(Today's seventh watch! It is expected that there will be a shift at 12 noon, and the goal of another at about 2 pm will not change)