In a short time, the magical energy of the spirit snake dancing wildly attacked the target it encountered like wind and clouds.
Xin Zhao galloped like a tiger and quickly leaped above Jiawen.
The two of them had a clear understanding of each other, and quickly flew off the spirit cavalry. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the golden light merged with each other. The Holy Knight's magic shield was completely superimposed as the two moved, and the effect was doubled in an instant.
Even so, Jiawen couldn't rest assured because of the strong defense of man and horse.
The spirit snake magic has condensed into a violent whirlwind during the attack, and the spiritual light flashes one after another, like the blade of doomsday.
The spirit dragon and the white tiger were not slacking off, and accompanied their master by their side, exerting their own swallowing power. In the process of ebbing and flowing, the protective golden light around Jiawen and Xin Zhao had turned into an iron pillar of energy as heavy as a mountain.
The collision of two majestic energies caused violent fluctuations, which implicated the birds and beasts in the entire wild animal farm. The earth-shattering sound resounded for hundreds of miles, alarming all the academy elites, and also attracted Wang Man's serious attention.
The spirit snake moved magically, and the power of space rules during this period quietly broke through the holy shields of Jarvan and Xin Zhao. The combined defense shields of the two people came to an abrupt end, offsetting most of the damage caused by Antiquila's large magic. Finally,
He was blasted dozens of feet away by the ruthless force of absolute rules.
Primary space rules can quietly tamper with the structure of space and all attributes within the space, the most obvious of which are distance, temperature and air. The power of primary space rules cannot shrink the ground to an inch, but it is more than enough to stretch the battlefield.
The two chief referees had no time to counterattack immediately. Antikilla waved her sleeves and drummed her robe, and proudly walked to the ancient tombstone on the Yuhuatai.
The black crystal tombstone has been smoothed away by years of scratches, leaving only the darkness and the cold silence.
Frank looked at the tombstone curiously. If not for Antiquila's guidance, he would not have discovered that this was the magic-suppressing array they were looking for.
The smile on the corner of Antikilla's mouth became even more evil. After looking back contemptuously at the two embarrassed chief referees, Antikilla took out the ring and looked at the entire tombstone.
A faint blue light burst out from his eyes, striking the surface of the black crystal without any ripples. Antikilla laughed loudly and carefully placed the ring on the surface of the tombstone.
The imperial aura was dazzling, energy particles surged inside the crystal tombstone, and the emerging inscriptions turned from silence to activity. Lines of ancient fonts appeared out of thin air on the dark tombstone. The words came one after another, like a big wave washing through the sand, and then disappeared without a trace.
Frank was stunned. While admiring the miraculous workmanship of the ancients, he looked at the energy vortex that appeared in the center of the tombstone in surprise.
"The magic-suppressing array is really extraordinary." Antikilla didn't know whether it was hatred or joy, her tone was stiff, and she carried Frank and Jackson with both hands like a chicken and rushed along the whirlpool of tombstones.
Frank didn't know the consequences of going there, and immediately screamed in horror.
Although the tombstone vortex looked small, it roared and sucked in the three of them.
"Ah...ah..." Frank danced and squinted his eyes tightly, feeling like he was trapped in a space with no resistance. He also felt that his whole body was floating in mid-air, accepting the ruthless consideration of time.
Frank's piercing shouts and vivid expressions made Antiquila laugh, and Jackson also laughed out loud.
As a servant, Jackson was so rude in front of the young master, which made Frank very angry after hearing this. What was even more depressing was that Antiquila also laughed at him.
Before the fear in his heart could be calmed down, Antiquila beside him said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't cry for father and mother. We are already here and you are still dancing. It's really ridiculous!"
"Ah? Are we here? Where are we?" Frank opened his eyes gloomily, and saw darkness all around him. Water was gurgling under his feet, and his footsteps made a splashing sound.
"Young Master, we are here." Jackson's smile froze on his face, and he came to Frank's side and explained in a low voice.
Frank glared at Jackson angrily, and as soon as his eyes touched Antiquila, he immediately lost his temper. He changed his style and asked softly: "Dear Archmage, where will we go next? Don't leave.
Forget it, the pursuers will come up soon."
"Why are you panicking? We are now within the magic-suppressing circle. They can't get in unless they break the magic-suppressing monument." Antiquila's reminder was timely. Frank suddenly no longer worried and started to test his spiritual power.
Take up the surrounding space.
Antiquila was very disdainful of the ways of weaklings like Frank. With a flash of his staff, a flame appeared above his head, and the light of the fire flowed down the river and illuminated the crypt.
Frank awkwardly withdrew his spiritual power, followed Antiquila, and walked forward.
He quickly noticed the dilapidated statues on both sides of the crypt. The interior of the crypt was seven feet wide and three feet high, and the end of the passage ahead could not be seen at a glance.
Antikilla looked nervous, looking left and right at the statues on both sides. The Spirit King's cloak protected the three of them tightly.
"Dear Archmage, isn't this the crypt where the three-headed dragon is imprisoned?" Frank asked uneasily, feeling the ancient pressure from both sides. Suddenly, the statues on both sides shot out strands of energy at each other, with delicate needle tips.
There are so many.
"Be careful." Frank shouted and hurriedly hid between the two of them, completely losing his usual all-around majesty in the Zhan Zhan Academy.
Antikilla sneered and ignored the two disciples behind him. After the energy of the hidden weapons on both sides was triggered by the Soul King's energy cloak, it disappeared, like mercury pouring down the ground, making a silent accusation.
Frank had a false alarm, and his face became even uglier. In just two days, he was repeatedly subjected to all kinds of bad looks. At this time, he had reached the limit of his dignity and endurance, but when faced with the calm and powerful Antiquila
, he seemed to have no better way but to humbly accept the contempt.
After walking through the narrow passage for a long time, a cage made of black iron blocked the way for the three of them. This was the end of the passage, but there was a more magnificent space. The world inside was surprisingly silent, accompanied by death and hatred.
The lonely soul of ancient times wanders among the dragon locks.
Huge and thick chains were intertwined, and the situation inside was blurry. No matter how Antikyla moved the half-foot spiritual fire above his head closer, he could not clearly see the danger inside the cage.
Thick black air gushes out from the gaps in the chains, and the prehistoric aura becomes stronger and stronger, making people suffocate in the thin air of the cave.
Antikilla's face became more and more serious, and his brows formed a clear "Sichuan" character. Then he took out the Emperor's Ring in his hand, looked at the dark cage, and laughed wildly.
The laughter of the Spirit King Antikella relieved Frank and Jackson's extreme anxiety. They looked at the Spirit King's relaxed brows and the shining energy focus on his forehead. They immediately opened their mouths and expressed surprise in unison.
Called: "Dear Great Mage, there are three-headed devil dragons in this cage!"
"Yes, this is the Holy See's arbitration spirit beast, the three-headed dragon."
Frank cautiously took a few steps forward, trying to see clearly what the three-headed dragons looked like in the cage. However, the fog was too heavy and it was difficult to move. He had to lower his face and continued: "Grand Magister, how come these three-headed dragons are in the Zhan Zhan Academy?"
?The Vatican has heard that this demonic dragon is not guarding the cardinal emblem in the Dark Office?"
Frank's association was too naive, and he also appropriately envisioned Antiquila's regret. After hearing this, the latter suddenly turned around, and his hasty move really frightened the two spirit beings.
Antikilla's eyes were full of resentment, and he was sighing. His eyebrows twitched several times, and he said slowly: "Back then, the ancient strong men of the Vampire 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, which had ruled the Silent Abyss for thousands of years, also began to follow suit. Thousands of years ago, when the bright moon appeared, the two clans eliminated the rough and retained the essence, preparing for the unification of the race. But at that time, humans were still the entire continent.
Strong men, their strength lies in their numbers, their army at its most glorious moment numbered tens of millions."
The blood clan and the wolf clan? And the human clan? Frank was confused when he heard it, and asked blankly: "Dear Archmage, the Holy War of Thousand Years of Reincarnation, I... I heard my father mention it when I was young, but there are still three things to do with the Vatican.
What does the head dragon have to do with it? And why does the cardinal emblem change color frequently in the bright night?"
Antikyla, staring at the Emperor's Ring in his hand, lamented for a long time and then revealed the true past events that he had mastered during his lifetime.