evil jihad

For a while, the magical energy of the spirit snake's wild dance attacked the target it encountered like a storm.

Zhao Xince galloped like a tiger, quickly leaping over Jiawen.

The two of them had a good understanding, and they quickly let go and stepped down the spirit horse. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

Even so, Jiawen couldn't let go of the strong defense of the unity of human and cavalry.

In the process of attacking, the spirit snake magic has condensed into a violent and incomparable whirlwind, and the flashes of spiritual light are flashing, like the blade of the doomsday.

The spirit dragon and white tiger never slack off, accompanied by the master's side, exerting their own power of handling and swallowing. As one ebbs and another, the golden light around Jiawen's and Xin Zhao's bodies has turned into an iron pillar of energy as heavy as a mountain.

The two majestic energies collided, and the resulting violent fluctuations involved the birds and beasts in the entire wild animal farm. The earth-shattering sound resounded for hundreds of miles, alarming all the elites of the academy, and also attracted Wang Man's serious attention.

During the magic movement of the spirit snake, the power of space rules during this period quietly broke through the holy shields of Jiawen and Xin Zhao. He was blasted dozens of feet away by the ruthless force of absolute rules.

The basic space rules can quietly tamper with the structure of the space and all the attributes in the space, the most obvious of which are distance, temperature and air.

The two chief judges didn't have time to fight back immediately. Antikila waved his sleeves and went to the ancient tombstone on the Yuhua Terrace triumphantly.

On the tombstone of black crystal, the shaving marks of the years have dissipated and smoothed, leaving only the dark depth and cold silence.

Frank looked at the tombstone curiously. If it hadn't been for Antikila's guidance, he would not have discovered that this was the magic eye they were looking for.

The smile on the corner of Antikila's mouth was even more evil. After looking back at the two chief referees who were in a mess, Antikila took out the ring and looked at the entire tombstone.

A blue light burst out from his eyes, and shot across the surface of the black crystal without showing any waves. Antikila laughed loudly, and carefully placed the ring on the surface of the tombstone.

The emperor's halo is dazzling, and the energy particles inside the crystal tombstone are surging, and the emerging inscriptions turn from silent to active, and lines of ancient characters emerge out of thin air on the pitch-black tombstone.

Frank was stunned. While admiring the supernatural workmanship of the ancients, he was surprised to see the energy vortex that appeared in the center of the tombstone.

"Suppressing the magic circle, it really is extraordinary." Antikila didn't know whether it was hatred or joy, her tone was blunt, and she rushed along the vortex of the tombstone with Frank and Jackson in both hands like a chicken.

Frank didn't know the consequences of going here, and immediately screamed in horror.

Although the tombstone vortex looked small, it roared and absorbed the three of them.

"Ah... ah..." Frank danced and squinted his eyes, feeling that he was trapped in a space without resistance, and felt that the whole person was floating in mid-air, accepting the ruthless consideration of the years.

Frank's ear-piercing yell and vivid expression drew Antikila's amused laugh, and Jackson immediately burst out laughing too.

Jackson's status as a servant, being so rude in front of the young master, made Frank very annoyed when he heard this, and what was even more depressing was that Antikila also laughed at himself.

Before calming down the fear in his heart, Antikila beside him said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't cry and call your mother; it's already here, and you still dance with your hands; it's ridiculous!"

"Ah? Are you here? Where is this?" Frank opened his eyes sullenly, the surroundings were pitch black, the water was gurgling under his feet, and his steps made a rattling sound.

"Young master, we're here." Jackson smiled, leaned over to Frank and explained humbly.

Frank glared at Jackson angrily. As soon as his eyes touched Antikira, he lost his temper immediately; he changed his style and asked softly, "Dear magister, where are we going next? Don't Forget, the pursuers will come up soon."

"What are you panicking about? We're inside the magic circle right now. They won't be able to get in if they can't break through the magic tablet." Antikila's reminder was timely, and Frank stopped worrying immediately, and instead launched a spiritual test space around.

Antikila was very disdainful of the ways of weak people like Frank. With a flicker of his staff, a flame was ignited above his head, and the flames illuminated the crypt along the river.

Frank withdrew his spiritual power in embarrassment, followed Antikila, and walked forward.

He quickly noticed the dilapidated statues on both sides of the crypt. The inside of the crypt was seven feet wide and three feet high, and the passage ahead could not be seen at the end.

Antikila looked nervous, looking left and right at the statues on both sides, the three of them were tightly protected by the cloak of the Spirit King.

"Dear Magister, isn't this the crypt where the three-headed dragon is imprisoned?" Frank felt the old coercion from both sides, and asked uneasily. As many as hairs on a cow.

"Be careful." Frank yelled, and hurriedly hid between the two of them, completely losing the prestige and prestige he used to have in Zhanzheng College.

Antikila sneered, ignoring the two young men behind him, and the hidden weapon energy on both sides disappeared after being triggered by the spirit king's energy cloak, like mercury pouring down the ground, making a silent complaint.

Frank had a false alarm, and his complexion became even uglier. In just two days, he was repeatedly subjected to various embarrassments. At this time, he had reached the limit of his dignity and endurance, but when he faced Antikira, who was not angry and arrogant, he , he seemed to have no better way, but to humbly accept the contempt.

After walking for a long time without any danger, a cage made of black iron blocked the way of the three of them. This is the end of the passage, but there is a more magnificent space. The world inside is surprisingly quiet, accompanied by death and hatred. The lonely soul of the age is wandering among the dragon locks.

The huge and thick chains were intertwined, and the situation inside was blurred. Even if Antikila moved the half-foot spirit fire above his head closer, he couldn't see the danger in the cage clearly.

Thick black air gushed out from the cracks in the chains, and the prehistoric atmosphere became stronger, making people suffocate in the thin air of the crypt.

Antikila's face became more and more serious, and a clear word Sichuan was condensed on his brows. Then he took out the Emperor's Ring in his hand, and laughed wildly as he looked at the dark prison.

The laughter of the King of Antiquila eased the extreme anxiety of Frank and Jackson. They saw the relaxed brow of the King of Soul and the gathering point of energy shining on the forehead, and immediately opened their mouths wide. Called: "Respected Great Magister, there are three-headed demon dragons inside this cage!"

"That's right, this is the Holy See's arbitration spirit beast, the three-headed dragon."

Frank took a few steps forward cautiously, trying to see the real appearance of the three-headed dragon in the cage, but the fog was too heavy, and it was difficult to move, so he lowered his face and continued: "Great Magister, why are these three-headed dragons in Zhanzheng College?" ? The Holy See has rumored that this magic dragon is guarding the emblem of the Privy Church in the Dark Office?"

Frank's associations were too naive, and he properly looked forward to Antikila's regrets. After hearing this, the latter turned around abruptly, and his hasty actions really made the two spirits tremble.

Antikila sighed with resentment in his eyes; the corners of his brows twitched several times, and he said slowly: "Back then, the ancient strongmen of the blood clan launched a thousand-year holy war, and carried out a large-scale harvest of the inferior civilization in the clan; At the same time, the wolf clan that ruled the Abyss of Spiritual Silence for thousands of years also began to follow suit. Thousands of years ago, when the bright moon came into the world, the two clans got rid of the rough and saved the essence, and were preparing for the unification of the race. But at that time, human beings were still a whole continent Their strength lies in their numbers, and their armies number in the tens of millions at their most glorious moment."

Blood clan and wolf clan?And the human race?Frank was at a loss when he heard this, and asked blankly: "Respected Grand Magister, the jihad of the thousand-year reincarnation, my young master... I have heard my father mention it, but what does this have to do with the Holy See and the three-headed dragon? And the pivot?" Why does the Jijiao emblem change color frequently in the bright night?"

Antikila, staring at the emperor's ring in his hand, lamented for a long time and told the true past that he had mastered in his lifetime.