Leading to the heights of the sacred mountain is a winding and wide black stone road. The strip-shaped black stone slabs are paved on the winding mountain road, and there is no end as far as the eye can see. On both sides of the road, various ancient Arabic-style white stone houses are scattered in rows. Some stone houses have collapsed and turned into a pile of scattered stones. But most of the stone houses are relatively well-preserved, and their bright and upward architectural style can vaguely be associated with the prosperity of Tristram thousands of years ago. It¡¯s just that whether it¡¯s the broken ruins or the well-preserved stone houses, they are all bathed in the fiery red flames of hell. The scorching temperature almost makes it difficult for professionals to approach. Burning sacred mountains, empty buildings, and messy trees that have been burned into black charcoal. All of this tells the story of what a devastating disaster happened in Tristram back then. "No matter the roads or houses, there seemed to be no traces of battle." The flames burned silently, and the wanton tongues of flames with bloody flames wantonly stretched and twisted the figures of the professionals above the ground. The empty road to the sacred mountain seems mysterious and deep, and there is a nervous and maddening sense of depression everywhere. "It seems that the residents of the sacred mountain were all taken away by some invisible force in one wave." Marching all the way to the top of the sacred mountain, Xia Xun did not miss any clues during this journey. Halfway up the mountain, a huge square appeared in front of a group of professionals. Tristram, a highly magical civilization, used the crystallization of its own wisdom to demonstrate what a miracle is. but. Thousands of years later. Most of the magic devices in the square have lost their effectiveness. In the empty black square, there were only a few unconscious lightning ghosts wandering sporadically, and unfortunately, they were collected into their respective containers by clever professionals. There are six broken crystal pillars in the center of the square, which are connected in the shape of a six-pointed star. They seem to be the energy center of some kind of enchantment. In the center of the six-pointed star, there are countless powdered bones. It is precisely because the quantity of these bone powder is large enough that it causes hardening on the surface. This prevented these things from being blown away without a trace by the thousand-year-old night wind of the sacred mountain. The annihilated bones in the square, the magic pillar damaged by the energy impact, and the undamaged revolving glass door in front of the square all proved his conjecture-all the humans living in the Holy Mountain of Parliament, on a certain day At this moment, his life was instantly snatched away by a sudden force. And there is obviously only one person in the dark world who has such insane power, and that is the Dark Demon God Diavolo. "Any clues?" While Xia Xun was secretly trying to figure out all the weird things on the mountain, Long Yuan's graceful figure suddenly stood in front of him. Xia Xun raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised by Long Yuan's behavior at this moment. Long Yuan seemed not to be optimistic about this military campaign from the beginning. Therefore, the performance along the way is very lazy, whether it is the battle against Andariel. She didn't participate in the fight with the human-faced spider. Although her strength is still far short of being called a king, it is difficult for her to be effective in a confrontation with earth-level demons. But such a negative response still made Xia Xun feel a little uncomfortable. However, Long Yuan is a free person in Longting, and no one is qualified to say anything wrong about her. "There are a few clues, but they are too few to analyze the specific outline of the incident." Xia Xun nodded slightly, then shook his head again. When he bowed his head, he accidentally saw a three-pointed Western-style building behind Long Yuan. This kind of medieval Gothic Western architecture is indeed beautiful. Whether it is the Middle Ages or the modern world before the end of the world, people love this type of architectural style very much. So much so that in the land of Central Continent, where imitation is prevalent, many nondescript buildings that combine Chinese and Western styles have emerged. But obviously, this kind of Western architecture should not appear on Mount Kailash. Because in the midst of a vast white complex of ancient Arabic-style buildings, a Western church with a completely different style suddenly appears. Anyone who looks at it will have a feeling of standing out from the crowd. "This is" Xia Xun bypassed Long Yuan in front of her and walked straight towards the obsidian building behind her. The professionals were vigilant and spread out in a fan shape with Xia Xun as the center, always paying attention to any movement in the square. "What a boring guy." Long Yuan smiled gracefully, and his big charming eyes rolled around for a few times before he stopped, and then quickly followed Xia Xun's footsteps. The door of the obsidian building was originally a huge magic mirror. With the support of magic power, the identity of the person passing through can be roughly determined. It is clear at a glance whether it is a mage or a warrior. However, after thousands of years of silence, this entire large magic mirror has long lost its magic power supply and has completely turned into a truly transparent mirror.?. Xia Xun placed his palm on the failed magic mirror. When the scorching flame power escaped, the flat mirror suddenly distorted. Centered on his palm, bright red "glass juice" slowly dripped down, forming a pool of glaze-like substance on the ground. A big hole was melted out of the mirror, and the scene behind the mirror suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of all the professionals: round tables like high-end restaurants, scattered in the hall on the first floor, with dry skeletons sitting around the round tables. Some are reaching out to hold the tea cups in their hands, enjoying it with relaxed bones, some are opening their upper and lower jaws, as if they are talking loudly, and some are staring at the books on the table, concentrating as if they are thinking. "This should be the ancient magic guild." Loya actually walked to a pair of withered bones and saw the familiar magic symbols on the open book from the rotten table. "Up spin, down spin, this wheel actually means the harmony of ice and fire. It is a very advanced magic skill." The newly promoted peak professional seemed particularly excited at this moment. Perhaps he felt that the pages he opened were not enough to read. He had no choice but to reach out and touch the open book. "Bang!" A fragile sound woke up the professionals present. The impatient professional's fingertips were stained with a trace of black, and the entire magic book collapsed into a puddle at the moment of his touch. Useless fly ash. "This" All the professionals looked startled, and then looked at each other in embarrassment, feeling a little caught off guard. In this hall, there are many magic books spread out like this, and these books are simply a treasure for professionals on the magic side in the apocalypse! If we can¡¯t find a way to bring them out of Tristram intact, it will be a huge loss to the entire human camp. "How can we do this? These books have been completely corrupted and turned into a pile of scraps that will break at the touch of a touch." Long Yuan shook his head and pretended to feel regretful. When Xia Xun heard the playfulness in Long Yuan's words, he turned around in surprise and asked, "Do you have a way?" "Actually, this is simple, all it takes is this." Unexpectedly, Fen Bing stood up at this time and stretched out his hand to the table. He took a little bit of the magic book, and then with a wave of his hand, the rotten books that had been frozen into large blocks of ice were immediately divided into a stack of ice flakes with a thickness of only 0.15 mm. Such thin ice flakes are supposed to be extremely dangerous and fragile, but because they are infused with the magic power of the king, Fen Bing, they unexpectedly show strong toughness. Even if they are turned over many times, they do not show any signs of fragmentation. "" The proud smile on Long Yuan's face suddenly solidified in embarrassment because of Fen Bing's intervention. Xia Xun and Qin Fengwu held this in for a long time, but in the end they couldn't hold back their laughter. "Laugh, there will always be a time when you cry." At this time, Long Yuan's face suddenly turned dark, and an uncomfortable and strange feeling slowly extended from her breath. "Yuan'er? Are you okay?" Long Yuan's sudden change of face made all the professionals present feel a familiar strangeness. Especially Qin Fengwu, who is her cousin, smelled an unusual aura of uneasiness. When Long Yuan was called by Qin Fengwu, she suddenly woke up as if she had woken up from a fugue. Then she looked at her cousin with a pale face, her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she immediately closed her mouth again. "That's not right!" Xia Xun ducked in front of Long Yuan and reached out to grab her jade arm. Having ascended to the ground level, he has become extremely sensitive to energy, and from his perspective, the energy dissipating around Long Yuan at this moment clearly has a tendency to be uncontrollable. "Demon energy?! Have you been groping for your own boundaries along the way?" Xia Xun's mood at this moment is simply indescribable. It is undeniable that if you are like this strong woman, you will not be able to play any role in successive battles. He will also try to liberate the demonic energy in his body and stimulate his body through demonization, hoping to gain the possibility of advancing as soon as possible. However, once demonization reaches its limit, it is a sharp double-edged sword. How can it be easily touched? "Pa!" In the surprised eyes of everyone, Qin Fengwu, who had always been gentle, suddenly slapped Long Yuan's delicate face, and then hugged Long Yuan and whispered softly, as if she was the one being slapped. started to cry. "" Long Yuan seemed to have lost his soul, gently stroking his little face, and the struggle in his eyes became more and more intense. "Well, if I can be stronger, you don't have to work so hard." All the struggles were put back, and Long Yuan's confident smile returned to her face. The trace of weakness that had just been revealed suddenly disappeared without a trace. "Okay, I know my sister-in-law's strength best. It's just a matter of time before she reaches the next level." Xia Xun comforted Long Yuan for a rare moment, and then turned aroundHe stepped forward and prepared to walk to the second floor of the Magic Guild. For Xia Xun, whether it is the earth level or the heaven level, it is actually just a matter of time. But in this ruthless apocalypse, what is lacking most is time, isn't it? (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!