Cai Dao had a headache. After searching the room, he didn't notice any mechanism. Is there no mechanism here? He didn't believe it.

After pondering for a moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred. Why did the magician guard outside instead of inside? Or, the mechanism was not hidden inside like that, but outside.

He turned around and came to the door, carefully observed it, and fumbled near the door frame. Suddenly he felt a bulge on the door frame. He pressed down happily, and the sound of rolling the machine was faintly heard in the room. When he opened the door, the ground in the room disappeared, and replaced by an authentic tunnel into the basement. Cai Dao couldn't help but curse. The Holy See was cunning enough that he could actually play such a machine.

He lifted his true energy and went down to the tunnel. There were two magicians guarding him here. Cai Dao took the opportunity to raid and killed the two guys again. After searching in it, he saw that there were occasionally scattered human bones in the cage inside, and the smell of smell came, which was really disgusting.

Turning to another cage, he finally saw the exhausted assassin, whose eyes were blinded and chained to the wall, unable to move. The assassin thought he was dead, but when he heard the sound, he looked up and saw Cai Dao's black eyes and black hair. He was immediately ecstatic, but he did not dare to scream, for fear of attracting people.

The Holy See is really not a thing! Cai Dao couldn't help but sigh that there are all kinds of torture instruments in this underground cell, and the scattered human bones are undoubtedly sins again and again. They are very majestic and upright on the surface, but they do such dirty things in private, which is despised.

"Are you here to save me? But no one knows that I am here to assassinate the pope!" The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more strange. His whole family was killed by the Holy See, so he came to assassinate the pope regardless of his strength. It was impossible for his companions to know.

Cai Dao smiled brightly, stood in front of the assassin and said, "That doesn't matter, isn't it? I'm different from you. I grew up in the mainland and wanted to find my own companion, so I'm here!"

"Didn't you come from the magic land?" The assassin opened his mouth wide and his face was incredible. In his ideas, it was impossible for a black warrior on the mainland to live. But now Cai Dao's black hair and dark eyes confirmed that his mind was in chaos: "Impossible, impossible!"

Cai Dao looked sad. He saw that the assassin's mind was confused and he took the opportunity to ask questions. The poor assassin was not a meticulous person, but was in shock and chaos, so he actually made a lot of words for Cai Dao. Before he could digest the previous words, Cai Dao immediately asked the most critical point: "Where is the magic land, how to contact the dark warrior lurking on the continent, I want to be with my companions!"

As soon as this said, the assassin immediately took a stern look, and pulled out of his chaotic thoughts, looking at Cai Dao in surprise. After hesitating for a long time, he finally reluctantly answered the most critical question: "Dackett, Red Leaf Hotel, Red Leaf Province, Voda Country, tell him that it was Digris who asked you to find him! He will guide you to clear the fog for you on the cruel continent and find..."

Bang... Digris's eyes showed complex expressions such as anger, fear and suspicion. Cai Dao never thought that human feelings could be expressed so vividly in this moment, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad. Even if he sympathized with Digris, for his own benefit, he could only be this choice.

The vitality in Digris's eyes became increasingly dimmed, and he gradually collapsed weakly. If there were no chains to pull it, I was afraid that he would have lie down at this moment. I saw a steady stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Cai Dao's eyes, there was both anger and begging. Cai Dao clapped his hands, as if he wanted to slap off the murderous aura that had just condensed, and seemed to understand what Digris wanted to express, nodded solemnly: "I won't disclose it to the Holy See, so you can go with peace of mind!"

With Cai Dao's words as a guarantee, Digris relaxed and the spirit in his eyes quickly disappeared. He gradually stopped moving, and only a half-foot-long blood slit dropped from the corner of his mouth. Cai Dao sighed. He had always understood human beings very well, but sometimes he still couldn't understand it, just like the so-called relationship between men and women, just like the so-called relationship, just like Digris was killed by him, but he was still worried about his companions before he died.

The human emotional world is too complicated. Cai Dao couldn't help but sigh. When he was a magic sword, he was wandering in the hands of several people. After he became a human, he also survived in the human society with developed information for decades. He learned too much, learned human cunning and wisdom, learned conspiracy, etc., but human rich and complex emotions have never been learned. In fact, gratitude to Donghuaxian is also a manifestation of emotion, but he did not realize it. Perhaps, the deeper the interaction between Cai Dao and others, the more he could experience the taste of emotion.

Walking up the tunnel, Cai Dao felt something was wrong again. The journey was too smooth. When he came to the courtyard and carefully observed it, he breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he was too sensitive. He lifted his breath and jumped up, and was about to leave this place, but in an instant, something happened...

A brilliant light suddenly burst out from the dark curtain, purple fireballs flying all over the sky, the heat waves sweeping in the void and the fire dragons dancing in the sky intertwined all of this like dreams. However, in Cai Dao's eyes, these were powerful forces that made him sweat...

In the air, in everyone's eyes, Cai Dao must have no choice but to avoid it. Seeing that he was about to be blown up by the purple fire ball shot from the sky, he took a step in the night sky and even rose one meter higher when he was powerless.

But even if Cai Dao tried his best to dodge, it seemed useless. The purple fireballs in the sky were not so easy to dodge, and there were more exquisite techniques. Under the control of the magician, he shouted softly, and the purple fireballs flying in the air exploded in an instant.

There was no shocking explosion sound, only a thunderous shock. In this chain of explosions, Cai Dao could not avoid it at the center, and even a purple fireball exploded beside him. In an instant, he groaned and blew blood from his mouth, causing injuries to the powerful explosion force. The blood rain fell into the sky, which made it even more gorgeous.

After the explosion, purple flames splashed everywhere and stained on Cai Dao's body, and it was difficult to extinguish them. Mars were quickly dotted on his body. The purple flame was originally used by masters like Rong Shushi, and it had its own special features. When it was stained on his body, Cai Dao finally understood the terror of the purple fire, and he quickly injured deep and charred wounds on his forehead.

After spewing out blood, Cai Dao's chest was gone and a refreshing aura emerged. The true energy surged out, shocking the purple flames in an instant. At the same time, his body fell to the ground like a meteor, and with a loud bang, he immediately smashed a human-shaped pit on the grass in the courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, he quickly analyzed the current situation. Now, he knew very well that he was so stupid that he was ambushed. However, the Holy See believed that there was no one black warrior to assassinate the Dark Cult, and there must be someone lurking. Therefore, he specially set up an ambush to catch all the remaining black warriors and dark warriors in one go. Unexpectedly, he was ambushed by accident. If Cai Dao knew the reason for his ambush, he would be angry that he had become a scapegoat.

By connecting the ambush with the powerful strength of the church now, Cai Dao felt that he had encountered a big nail. Regardless of the others, the Templar Warriors with excellent quantity and quality alone were probably enough for him to drink a pot. Thinking of this, he immediately made the decision to escape, and when he hit the ground, he twitched like he was seriously injured...

"Is there only one?" The old but majestic voice of the Pope reached the ears of the church members: "Send someone to the cell to see, I want to know if anyone is alive!"

A white ball of light was thrown out from a magician's palm and floated in the air. If Hyde was here, he would be shocked. It is not surprising that the ball of light itself is not surprising. The magician itself only needs continuous magic support to use the ball of light to continuously float and illuminate. Usually only masters at the Saint Warlock level are willing to consume it.

The Holy See indeed spent a lot of money tonight, and the only mistake was that the person who was ambushing was not a black warrior. At this moment, there were many experts from the Holy See, and it was difficult for Cai Dao to escape.

The floating illumination ball rises, and the situation on the scene is clearly presented. The courtyard itself is not too big, and only the open space as a resting place makes all this look more spacious. In all directions of the courtyard, there are no less than twenty Holy See magicians in various robes, and eight people dressed as scattered warriors in various directions. The dress is full of the characteristics of the Holy See, and they are the famous Templar Warriors.

During the intentional twitching, Cai Dao noticed the other party's huge arrangement and couldn't help but curse in his stomach, quickly conceived a way to escape.

At this moment, the magician and the Temple Warrior came to Cai Daoxing together to tie the black warrior. Cai Dao could not help but judge the other party's pace and infer the distance between the other party and himself, eight meters... six meters...

"Sir, everyone in the underground cell is dead, and even the assassin is dead, not suicide..." A magician hurriedly emerged from the underground cell and reported to the Pope in surprise.

The wrinkles on the pope's face fluctuated, and doubts were cast in his eyes. Not only the pope, but everyone else was stunned. However, the smart people quickly thought about whether it was silence.

At this moment, Cai Dao's figure suddenly rose, and the magician caught off guard. He was actually pierced by the sword aura that was condensed from Cai Dao. He stared at the bloodline that shot into the sky with his chest, and the magician fell down unwillingly.

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It seems that everyone has a lot of feelings.
Chapter completed!