Frost Wings

Bai Long was about to do this, but saw that the wizard suddenly stopped chanting after two-thirds of the magic was completed.

The bald head looked at the sky and suddenly frowned. He turned his head to stare at the volcano in the south, and silently released a bunch of protective spells on his body.

Bai He couldn't help holding his breath too, an astonishing premonition of danger caused his brain nerves to twitch.

This terrifying feeling surpassed the bald head of casting spells, and was even sharper than Master Kona in the Eight-leaf Tower. It was full of clear and deadly flavors.

He looked slightly trembling at the glacier that began to distort due to the shock of magic. The volcano spewed out flames and lava in the sound of a roaring explosion, and the thick smoke covered the sky for a few breaths.

Her tattered black robe fluttered in the icy wind and fire debris, and her long hair was shrouded in flames and lightning.

Just the remnants of the magical aura caused gusts of strong winds to blow up snowflakes.

Smoke, burning, lightning, icy wind, lava, snowy mountains,

Ignoring the destructive atmosphere of terror, such a picture shows a wild and magnificent beauty.

However, in Bai He's view, this woman's sloppy appearance really doesn't match her breezy aura.

"But it made me appreciate a good show. Although I know that teachers and students cannibalism is not uncommon in your organization, it is still very disgusting to observe it so closely."

She stood still in the air, her blue eyes aimed at the big bald head and the white dragon, her voice sounded lazy and cold: "Why don't you continue to perform this good show well? The wizard in red?"

"A performance that can kill people, or it can't be good if you don't perform it, especially when the villain is around." Claure Sarn laughed and replied to the woman: "The great witch queen, you don't Fighting on the front line? What are you going to do on the Great Glacier?"

"My dear friend who fought with me for many years died at the hands of your student. Although it is not irreversible, I still feel the need to come and take a look at my enemy." The witch queen squinted at Baihe: "By the way, ask me: Are your subordinates having fun with your friends?"

"He must be a very happy lady witch. It's your people who find fault first. Why don't you 'just' people always review your own problems first?" Claure Sane smiled full of In a sarcastic way: "Or are you righteous people who will only be reasonable when they are victims and disadvantaged?"

"You black-hearted slave traders and lunatic sadists are all so eloquent, but the truth of wizards is ultimately explained by magic." The witch queen took a step forward. Although her body was descending, she was growing stronger. Under the strong energy, it seems to be a little bigger: "Claure Saen, take off the red shirt and erase the tattoo and be loyal to me, I appreciate your talent, I give you this opportunity to allow you to abandon your dirty The dirty organization is serving me. As for this Mr. White Dragon, I don't care about Taron for the time being. I guess he may already be alive now... Well, you are a rare breed, and I still lack one that looks distinctive. mount."

Sit with your sister.

Bai Long cursed in his heart, but patiently told him that now is not a good opportunity to start.

"Sorry ma'am, I have no intention of betraying my country and my family for the time being." Claure Sarn said, "Perhaps your organization has become accustomed to accepting betrayers."

"Then what about your 'problem'? Don't forget that only my mother can solve your problem. Otherwise, no matter what arcane magic you develop, you will never be able to break through that limit."

After listening to the bald head's answer, the witch queen said in a relaxed tone. Baihe noticed that Clare Sane's mood changed significantly in an instant, as if he became arrogant after a brief repression: "Hahaha! We study arcane magic, You won't bow down to the power manager, Lord Witch, you are really different from us! How can you really understand a real wizard who is used to relying on divine power and bloodline talent?"

"Shorandron also told me something similar, so in order to prevent Your Excellency from becoming the second Solandron, I have to destroy you with regret." The witch queen's eyes glowed with burning light, raising her hand Storms, flames, thunder, sound waves, force fields, and powerful arrows with dispelling magic poured towards Claure Sarn from all directions: "I hope you can repent in hell, and if you have a chance to reincarnate, don't wear it again. This color of clothes."

"Two spell sequences want to destroy me, Lord Witch! This is impossible."

Claure Sarn laughed wildly, and the speed of many spells was about to become unbelievably fast again. At this moment, the light was transmitted again, and a huge **** purgatory appeared behind him, and many magic hits After taking it, including the dispelling magic and the dimensional anchor that bear the brunt, it almost didn't respond, and it turned into fly ash before it had time to ask for the reward according to the oath of the alien alliance, but the bald head and the white dragon disappeared in the transmitted light.

The witch queen looked at the mountain top that was flattened by the aftermath of the magic, and was extremely unhappy. She pinched her fingers and calculated the spells cast by the big bald head, and her expression gradually changed to a look of admiration and disdain: "It's reached the limit so quickly, but What a pity."

She restrained her magical aura, and the erupting volcanoes and hurricane storms returned to stillness. When she returned to the frontline command, she turned into the sloppy middle-aged mad woman: "Tell the frontline to step up the attack, before night falls today. Must advance to the Saar Mountains."

She frowned slightly and flipped through the information on the table. Suddenly, a note fell from the dossier. She picked it up and read it, with a look of surprise on her face for a while.

……

It is not the first time that Bai Long has experienced this kind of transmission.

Although it sounds like teleportation, the real feeling is completely different.

The transmission to the inner realm requires the aid of the ether realm and the maelstrom, the transmission to the outer realm needs to pass through the star realm, and the transmission between the main material realms is mainly completed through the ether realm.

No matter what kind of shuttle, the traveler seems to be installed in a capsule that is squeezed to the limit. This feeling is that you look and feel very much like a person's shape, but in fact has changed in some regularity. It becomes something like a shuttle. Any non-small-scale movements are strictly prohibited during the transmission process. Any form of such movement will affect the effect of the transmission. On the face of it, the consequences are undoubtedly quite bad.

In fact, it's not that Bai Long has not considered that kind of situation - he can use dice to come and go freely, and it is not so scary to fall into the wild plane, as long as he waits for more than a hundred days, but if this is not the case, How to do?

What's more, there is an excellent opportunity in front of you once and for all.

He looked at the big bald Claure Sarne in front of him.

Although 'time stop' seems to be omnipotent, Bai Long can see clearly afterwards that the time left for the caster by this spell is actually very short. Ray Sarn remains seriously injured.

All the magic items on his body showed a shattered aura, obviously completely ineffective. The bald head with more than half of the red robe burned down was pale, and he kept refraining from vomiting blood during the transmission process.

At the moment when the teleportation ended, the white dragon broke free from the shackles. Crowley's expression fell into a short delay when the spell was countered.

It was indeed a complete loss of protection.

Baihe laughed hahaha, and the ghost flew out of him and began to attack Crowley's soul with his spiritual power.

Looking at his chest being penetrated by sharp claws, the big bald head opened his mouth that vomited blood and laughed. He pointed at Baihe and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything. A magical explosion of light came out of his body. Seeing out, Bai He, who noticed something was wrong, quickly retracted his ghost and rolled back, still dizzy from the blast, plus the side effects left by the mental union, it took a few minutes for him to stand up.

The bald-headed, torn corpse turned into a puddle scattered in the center of the room. A head with open eyes looked up at Bai He, with a mocking smile still on his lips, and his eyes seemed to be full of jokes.

It seemed that no matter whether life or death could rewrite the expression that was extremely awkward in Bai He's eyes.

……

Bai He took a few deep breaths and looked away from the big bald head with some fear. He carefully observed the environment where he was~www.wuxiahere.com~ This is a huge teleportation room, dozens of teleportation arrays are arranged in rectangles On both sides of the room, the place where Bai He was located was on the semicircular platform at the end of the hall. He raised his head and saw the twisted sky on the transparent membrane, and suddenly realized that this was not the main material world.

The wizard tower of another world?

Bai He lightly touched this layer of 'membrane', and the moment his nails protruded out of the membrane, a strange wind suddenly blew by, Bai He subconsciously shrank his hand, and the dragon's claws still dropped a little.

"This protection is really good. It seems that the outside is not allowed to enter, and the inside is not allowed to come out."

Baihe murmured as he looked at the smooth, mirror-like fracture on his claws. He looked down at the bottom of the mage tower, as if a piece of land was suspended in the void. In the distance, there was chaos that could not be seen clearly, as if torn apart in the void. In the middle of the sky, there are several huge vortexes above the sky, and chaotic energy and matter are tumbling in them.

Is this a demiplane?

The question now is, how to get out? How do you get out of here?

If you can't find the corresponding method, then do you want to be trapped in this place?

He paced slowly in the teleportation room, and he could see that the tower was not built very delicately, and rough traces of spell processing could be seen on many walls, but the shining magic aura told Baihe that this mage tower had Extraordinarily powerful force.

It seems that this is the big bald head's private nest.

Bai He went back to the head of the bald-headed talent.

In fact, since the big bald head was torn apart, there were many questions that deeply troubled him.

However, Bai Long quickly realized that too much trouble would not help solve the problem at this time.

He kicked the head away and picked up the tattered spell book that the big bald head had fallen to the side.