The west coast of the Miracle Continent, the capital of the Federation of Yulanlis, the headquarters of the Wizards Association, and the City of Phantoms.

At the center of the city, all buildings are shrouded in a thin fog.

Unlike the Sky City, the capital of the Empire, the Wizards Association's Phantom City is said to have been transferred to a different space. Although it can be seen and heard, it will never be able to enter without permission.

The tallest tower in the center of the Phantom City, this tower that is 1,000 meters high, is the magic tower of the Black Witch King, the most powerful man in the Wizards Association.

At this moment, Fang Xingchen, who belonged to the third generation of the Fang family, was kneeling on the ground. The man who tested his talent for a red-robed wizard and joined the Black Witch King's sect. He has been practicing in the Phantom City for the past two years.

I saw Fang Xingchen, who was only six years old, now he was about the same age as a thirty-four-year-old child, 1.5 meters tall, and his body was covered with tendons.

Especially with a mature and resolute face, it is impossible to tell that he is only six years old.

Moreover, there were two small meat bags on his forehead, and something seemed to be brewing in it. It was obvious that he had made great progress in practicing the black magic of the Red Painting lineage in the past two years.

Then I saw him kneeling on the ground at this moment, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes: "Master, my parents and grandma were all forced to death by Fang Xingjian's beast. Please take action once, kill Fang Xingjian and avenge me."

In front of Fang Xingchen, there was an old man with a dry figure and like a skeleton. The old man sat on a rocking chair and swayed back and forth with the shaking of the chair.

Hearing what Fang Xingchen said, the old man slowly said, "Xingchen, I will not take action on such a thing.

Just a square star sword, a pony who has not even reached the level of the gods, wants me to take action? It’s such a fool, and others will laugh when it comes out.

The most important thing to do when you come out is to save face. If you lose face, lack of energy and lack of will, you can’t even practice a ghost.”

Fang Xingchen raised his head with some dissatisfaction and said, "But..."

The Black Witch King frowned, patted the chair and said, "Isn't it just my parents? When I was ten years old, my whole family was fed fish by my enemy Chen Jiang. Isn't it still fine now?

If you want to take revenge, you can practice by yourself. In a few years, you will follow the street-sucking shit. This is the rule."

Fang Xingchen's underground head was gloomy and obviously dissatisfied with the result.

At this moment, a gray mist slowly floated in from the window, forming a faint human form.

The Black Witch King's eyes slanted slightly, and a centipede-like scar on his face became more and more ferocious: "Grayworm? You are not dead yet? Do you dare to come here to me, aren't you afraid that the silver madman will kill you?"

The visitor is one of the top figures of the Gray-robed Wizard, the high-level behind the Earth Temple, the Gray-robed Wizard Worm King.

When he heard what the Black Witch King said, the gray mist slowly shook and turned into an extremely ugly worm. He laughed and said, "Old ghost, you are still so ugly after not seeing each other for many years. The silver madman is probably the one who wants to kill the most now, but he has no time to cause trouble for me.

As the world evolves, the concentration of the Etheric mystery will increase thousands of times in the future, the speed of practice will become faster and faster, and the real path after the God-level is about to begin. I don’t know how many masters will appear in the Truth God Cult this time.”

"You just come here to tell me this?" The Black Witch King sneered: "When did our Wizards Association have ever been afraid of them? What did you come to do? If you don't say anything, I will kill you, the bug."

The incarnation of the insect king smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian, this guy comes from the earth, right? He killed several of us. I came here to ask, does he have anything to do with you?"

Hearing the three words Fang Xingjian, a light flashed in Fang Xingchen's eyes. The Black Witch King shook his head and said, "You want to move him? It's not ours, but we ran out of the earth itself. It seems to be a mixed race between Earthlings and Miracles. With the body of Miracles, he also practiced the knighthood of the empire."

The gray bug smiled satisfied: "If you understand, then we have no worries."

The Black Witch King said disdainfully: "He is in the Demon City now. You gray robes are useless without the power of the evil gods. If you go to the Demon City, be careful to be beaten to death by him."

"Hmph, you don't need to say this, we naturally have our own way."

"Then get out."

...

The Miracle Continent went north, crossed the Iron Lion Court of the Grassland Power, and crossed the Pope Maxel, where the headquarters of the Vatican of Truth, and came to the northernmost end of the Miracle Continent, and came to the frosty country of Mangal.

It is different from the ruling structure of the empire from cities to states to royal families, the federal system of the Wizards Association, the grassland style of the Iron Lion Court, the slavery system of the Kingdom of Sands, and the religious establishment of the Pope.

Mangal, this country in the ice, is still the structure of primitive tribes.

The leaders of all tribes are called the Barbarian King.

The barbarian king of this generation is Zax, the Nether Wolf of the Frost Wolf Tribe.

Now, in the Frost Wolf Tribe, a silver-haired man was lying by the bonfire, looking at the barbecue on the bonfire without saying a word.

The silver-haired man looked about thirty or forty years old, with delicate skin and slender figure, and his eyes revealed endless vicissitudes.

Beside him, Mangal's strongest man, the Barbarian King of this generation, Zachs, who had been in the god level for more than 20 years, was kneeling on the ground, helping the silver-haired man barbecue with an unprecedented respectful expression.

Suddenly, the tent was opened, and a young man with short silver hair walked in. As he entered, a smell of blood came to his face, as if it had turned into substance and was about to penetrate everyone's noses.

When asked about the smell of blood, the Nether Wolf was almost collapsed. He looked at the young man with short silver hair and said, "What did you do!"

The young man with short silver hair did not look at him, but just looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Master, kill all the damn ones."

The middle-aged man nodded, and Zack on the side became angry: "Who are you? Who are you? Why do you want to kill my Frost Wolf Tribe with blood!"

At this time, the invincible Nether Wolf who had once crossed the ice field was completely broken and angry.

Originally, he was hunting happily with several elders and priests, but he didn't know that the two people in front of him fell from the sky.

The middle-aged man did not take action. Just the young man took action continuously, he defeated all the elders and priests of the Frost Wolf Tribe.

As the strongest man in the Ice Field, I couldn't take the other party's punch.

Including him, there were three god-level powerful men and more than twenty level 29 warriors, but they couldn't even stop the opponent from having a single encounter.

Hearing the howling of Nether Wolf, the silver-haired middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "You Frost Wolf Tribe and other tribes are fighting, which is the prey of the weak, I don't care.

But a month ago, after you defeated the Shadow Wolf tribe, you not only slaughtered the soldiers, but also banned women and children, burned pregnant women tortured girls, and dug out the children in their stomachs and fucked them to death.

I was very upset that the entire Shadow Wolf Tribe turned into a hell on earth.

It made me... very unhappy.

If I don’t kill you, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
Chapter completed!