Eighty years later.

Neither Lei Luo, Shura Dao, nor Bai Huang had ever thought that this mission would be so difficult and lasted for such a long time.

Eighty years have passed.

It has been almost a hundred years since Lei Luo left the academic world.

Over the past eighty years, Lei Luo and the White Emperor have almost never given up on the pursuit of the Vientiane Warlock. During this period, they destroyed more than a dozen Fengyan tribes and contacted many member civilizations of the Storm Continent. After spanning the entire Storm Continent, they turned back again, and lost a slight mistake with the Vientiane Warlock many times and interlaced.

But I have to say that.

Under the pursuit of parliamentary civilization, the Vientiane seemed to be getting more and more tired and overwhelmed. Until ten years ago, some of the few surviving clans were captured by Lei Luo and the White Emperor, and only the most elite high-level warlocks remained, and they continued to flee in a panic.

That was also the closest success that Baihuang and Lei Luo had ever been.

Missing the match did not discourage the Tiancan tribe and the academic community. The decades of pursuit have already made them more patient and vowed to complete this task.

"Those damn transformers!"

The White Emperor has no idea how many times he has cursed the central civilization.

All is because of these all-image warlocks, and they are so cunning.

It took nearly a hundred years and failed to complete the test of the Emperor of Feather. During this period, it used its sympathy and asked for help from the parliamentary civilization of several channels, and this was just a small family.

No wonder they take this tricky task as a test for the academic community!

Then by chance, he pulled himself into the water and fell into this quagmire.

Beep beep beep.

A Tian Si Silkworm tribe said excitedly: "There is news!"

But the White Emperor just glanced lightly, and his denomination was still gloomy.

Over the years, I don’t know how many times similar situations have happened, and it has long been used to them.

Soon it contacted Lei Luo on another aircraft.

"This time, the situation seems a little different."

Lei Luo is straight to the point.

The White Emperor frowned and asked, "Why are the difference?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lei Luo signaled to the black text beside him to answer.

Over the past century, while Heiwen is constantly chasing the magician of the World, his divination skills have become more and more powerful. From his lack of strength at the beginning to his full confidence, there have been obvious changes.

With this change, Lei Luo could also clearly feel that its power of law is becoming more and more pure. It seems that it only takes one opportunity to complete the substantive transformation, and then reach the level five biological level and become an academic master.

I don’t know how the academic world is now.

If a new academic master has not yet been born, Heiwen will be the fifth place, but if you think about it, it should be unlikely that neither Corleone, the Fire Demon Growler, the Prisoner, or even the Chewbuck guy seems to have considerable potential.

Others don’t know, but Lei Luo knows it clearly.

After the Battle of the Black Death Civilization, Chubak devoted himself to studying the mystery of the Black Death degree.

Judging from the situation after the last Battle of the Collapse, he seems to have achieved some achievements. The only thing that can stop him is life span, and he must make a breakthrough before the deadline.

Not only Cheubac, Corleon and the Fire Demon Growler also need to face this problem.

If you fail, you will die!

After switching to the black text, he solemnly said: "This time, according to calculations, the parking locations of these all-image warlocks do not seem to be in the eyes of the wind, but in the storm of death. The situation has become quite strange. I cannot explain in detail in the way of a fortune teller. If it is metaphorical, the other party's energy seems to have been completely exhausted and ended."

Then he added: "It can be understood in this way that in the process of our continuous pursuit, the objective conditions they can use are becoming less and less. After all, it is not only us who are chasing them, but those civilizations have also provided more or less help. Now they have reached a desperate situation and have no way to escape."

"Oh? Is that true!"

The White Emperor finally got better.

After so many years of contact, it has developed some trust in the abilities of these scholars. It is not a civilization that can only speak big words, but has real abilities.

After the communication is over, the White Emperor urgently announced that the aircraft has entered a first-level alert state.

Three days later.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Two aircraft, one large and one small, were anchored in the vast storm of death.

This is just an inconspicuous dark coordinate point in the central area of ​​Storm Continent, without any special features.

Two humans and hundreds of heavenly silkworms flew out from this large and small aircraft.

Almost in an instant, an eggshell-shaped aircraft with an eggshell-shaped aircraft of more than 50 meters in length was surrounded. After they confirmed the creatures in the aircraft, they all showed excited expressions.

"Finally caught it!"

The one who is more impatient than Shura Dao is the White Emperor.

He took the lead and landed on the shell of the egg-like aircraft, looking at the group of Vientiane warlocks inside, unconcealedly releasing the terrifying pressure of his level five peak creatures.

Even though the aircraft has a pretty good defense, under its power, destruction is only a matter of a moment.

He would never let these rat-like guys escape in its hands again!

"Did you come out on your own initiative, or should I invite you out?"

Sensen's words almost squeezed out of the White Emperor's throat.

Although the language is different, the old snail in the lead still instantly understood the meaning of the White Emperor.

He was leaning on a crutch, and he was not surprised at all. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time and had no intention of escaping again.

The aircraft slowly opened and more than a hundred high-level Vision Warlocks flew out from it.

At this moment, each of them had a lot of fatigue and despair on their faces. After hundreds of years of escape, they are now too tired and have long been desperate for this frightened life.

They don't want to escape anymore.

Even death is a relief.

"Haha, where is that person?"

The old snail in the lead showed a free smile, and his eyes kept scanning the people, looking for the person in his mouth.

"Old guy, are you looking for me? We're so miserable when we ambushed us several times!"

Shura Dao looked like he was about to swallow this guy alive. The formation trap at that time really made him shave a layer of skin, and the injury was even worse.

"Is that so powerful, no wonder you will not die under my Forbidden Formation. Unfortunately, I am not looking for you."

Lei Luo, who was standing beside him, asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The only dice left in the old snail's hand also broke with a "pop" at this moment. It exuded a sigh and said quietly: "Of course it is the one who has fought with me for decades."

“Master Heiwen.”

With Lei Luo's shouting, the black text in the aircraft floated out and appeared in front of the old snail. Its eyes lit up and down, constantly looking at the black text.

"Not bad, not bad, it's you."

Then it murmured and sighed: "The younger generation is so terrifying."

After nearly a hundred years of fighting, Hei Wen has been under tremendous pressure in the process and has also achieved amazing growth. Therefore, he couldn't help but greet him politely: "Old Senior."

"Very good. Even if the clan of the Wanxiang Warlock will perish here in the future, the Wanxiang divination technique will not be lost."

Immediately afterwards, the old snail ignored the black article.

Hei Wen seemed to understand it, and returned to the aircraft again, ending such a seemingly absurd dialogue.

Things between fortune tellers are by no means understandable to ordinary people.

"Okay, the person you are looking for has also met, it's time to talk about the serious matter now!"

The white emperor said with a gloomy face: "Take the black book."

Although this old snail is also a level five existence, it is not enough compared to the level five peak existences such as White Emperor, Lei Luo, and Shura Dao. After all, he is just an inconspicuous part of the dice divination lineage.

What's more, the All-Eleven Warlock is not known for its combat effectiveness. In confrontation with creatures of the same level, they often lose more than they win, and have fewer chances of winning.

Faced with the oppression of the White Emperor, the old snail was not afraid.

Instead, it looked at the White Emperor with a sarcastic look and said calmly: "Are you sure you really want it? After you get it, are you sure you won't see it? After you see it, are you sure you won't become a derivative like us, and be chased endlessly?"

The old snail's soul's three questions shocked the White Emperor's soul inexplicably.

Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant.

At this moment, facing the old snail's third question, he could not make any guarantee for a moment.

At this time.

Lei Luo stood up and said calmly: "Senior, I'm sure I want the black book in your hand, and I will definitely read it, but I will never become a derivative like you."

Shura Daofeng Qingyun, who was beside him, sneered indifferently: "I am the same."

The old snail looked at the two of them and said contemptuously: "How do you guarantee that the great king of all things was also as ignorant and fearless as you are now."

Upon hearing this, Shuradao curled his lips.
To be continued...