The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

A team of cavalrymen at the north gate of Jincheng was rapidly advancing towards Longwei City. They wanted to convey the news that Jincheng was attacked to Kaidewei's ears.

At this time, Katewei was looking at his brother with interest.

The man who was angered by his words

"Kadewei, stop talking nonsense. Today we will decide the winner. The winner will enjoy the throne of the emperor, and the loser will be imprisoned and will never be released."

Kaidehong is still not bloodthirsty. When it comes to losers, they should be thrown directly into jail. I didn’t say that I would kill my own brother directly.

Similarly, Kaidwei didn't want to do that. They both knew that strength was everything, and there was no need to kill them all. After they won, the other party would no longer threaten their safety.

"If you can defeat all of my magic warriors, then I will accept it and the throne will belong to you."

Katewei pointed to the large number of magicians and warriors behind him and said, in fact, there is nothing wrong with what Katewei said. If all these high-end combat forces are defeated, then even if he wants to sit on the throne of the emperor, it will not belong to him, because his strength simply does not allow it.

In fact, he still had a trump card, but he didn't want to use it unless it was a critical moment. However, looking at his brother's determined eyes and words, he knew that this time it might not end well.

"Okay, you said it, don't say I'm bullying you, stop talking nonsense and let's get started."

After saying this, Kaidehong looked at the Ghost King beside him?

Lord Ghost King naturally understood what he meant. He waved his hands vigorously, and 500 magicians behind him immediately soared into the sky and charged towards the enemy camp.

If these 500 magicians appeared on an ordinary battlefield, it would be a fatal blow to the enemy, just like the nuclear bombs now. They are definitely a threat and can definitely influence the situation of the war.

However, Kaidwei was equally strong. Nine hundred magicians jumped up and attacked the enemy magicians. In terms of numbers, the magicians of the Magician Guild clearly had the advantage.

The leader on Kaidehong's side is the eldest disciple under Lord Ghost King. Although he is Lord Ghost King's disciple, his strength is not weak either. His peak sixth-level strength secures his position as the eldest disciple.

The Black Mountain Sect does not judge senior and junior brothers by the order in which they join the sect, but rather by their strength. This intensifies the constant fighting between disciples and causes them to not dare to slack off in the slightest, lest they be overtaken by others and seize their positions. Although it sounds a bit cruel and disrespectful to the elderly and the young, this method is really effective and has enabled the overall strength of the Black Mountain Sect to continue to rise.

The leader of Kaidwei's team was the Eighth Elder, one of the ten elders of the Magic Guild.

That is to say, his ranking is higher than that of the Ninth Elder. His strength has reached the peak of the sixth level. Although there are not too many such elders in the Magician Guild, it is easy to pick out a few of them.

After all, the Magicians Guild has been developing for nearly 300 years. Even if there are some unreasonable systems in such a behemoth, it is impossible for it to be completely useless. They also have the full support of the Longwei Empire.

"Oh, so there are people from the Black Mountain Sect supporting him. I was wondering why Kaidehong is so arrogant? Aren't you from the Black Mountain Sect afraid of the revenge of the Longwei Empire?"

The elder of the Magician's Guild recognized the other party's identity at the first sight. The reason was that the other party was wearing the unique costumes of the Black Mountain Sect without any concealment.

The costumes of the Black Mountain School are deep and mysterious, like the darkest forest under the night sky, which not only demonstrates the unfathomable power of the school, but also reveals an indescribable majesty.

The Ghost King's eldest disciple was wearing a specially made dark purple satin as the base. This color was like the deepest violet in the night sky, which was both noble and mysterious.

The top is slim-fitting and has black lace on the edges. Silver patterns are faintly flowing on the lace, like the faintest starlight in the night sky, which is both exquisite and low-key.

The sides of the lapels are tied with black ribbons into intricate knots, each knot is inlaid with tiny obsidian, which sways gently with the wearer's movements, flashing a deep light.

On the left and right shoulders of the shirt, there is a staff and a skeleton. The staff on the left seems to be waving a strong mana that converges into a thread, passing through the corners of the clothes to the side of the skeleton, and the skeleton slowly absorbs the energy. With the actions of the Ghost King's disciple, the skeleton seems to be alive and lifelike.

Although this pattern has no special meaning, ordinary people still feel creepy when they see it. This is one of the reasons why the Black Mountain Sect has always been pragmatic, but it is very difficult to recruit disciples. Their aesthetic is really different from that of ordinary people.

The eldest disciple was wearing a large black cape with intricate dark patterns embroidered on it. These patterns were made of black silk thread using a special technique. They seemed chaotic, but in fact they implied the essence of Black Mountain School magic and the direction of power flow. The edge of the cape was also trimmed with black lace, which echoed the top, adding a bit of elegance and mystery.

The gloves are made of soft and flexible black leather, and the fingers are specially processed to enable the wearer to perform dark magic flexibly without restraint.

The gloves are engraved with tiny magic runes, which are closely connected with the magic system of the Black Mountain School. The boots are high-topped, also made of black leather, with black metal chains wrapped around the boots, which not only adds a sense of strength, but also makes it easier to walk in complex environments.

He wears an obsidian pendant on his chest, with a deep purple gem inlaid in the center of the pendant. It is said to be a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Black Mountain Sect, and it contains powerful power and wisdom.

In addition, you can also wear several bracelets woven from black silk threads on your wrists. The bracelets are strung with various black gems and rune stones. They are not only beautiful, but can also provide the wearer with additional magic bonuses in battle.

"Haha, the Longwei Empire is hunting us? Do you think our Black Mountain Sect is isolated from the news? Who doesn't know that the Longwei Empire can't even protect itself at this moment? Besides, if we win, the largest sect in the Longwei Empire will be our Black Mountain Sect, so why would they hunt us?"

The Ghost King's eldest disciple did not hesitate to tell Kaidwei the secret of the transaction between the Black Mountain Sect and Kaidehong. Not only him, but everyone in the Black Mountain Sect knew this information. This was also the main reason why the Black Mountain Sect disciples were willing to fight for Kaidwei. No one wanted to live under the pursuit of other countries and humans all the time. Being able to walk on the street with a dignified manner was everyone's dream, which was especially important for the magicians of the Black Mountain Sect.

"It seems that our Magicians Guild's suppression of you over the years is not enough, and you have grown to such a level. However, it seems that you have forgotten that in the Longwei Empire and even in several neighboring countries, our Magicians Guild has always dared to claim to be second, and no one dares to claim to be first. Today, I will let you see the true strength of my Magicians Guild."

After the Eighth Elder finished speaking, runes spit out from his mouth, and his fingers crackled. Small flames appeared in his hands, the flames burned, and the air crackled.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire." After the Eighth Elder finished speaking, the flame on his finger instantly flew towards Kaidehong's army in the distance. The Great Elder still had some extra thoughts and did not directly attack the opponent's Ghost King's disciple. Instead, he used this large-scale magic to attack Kaidehong's camp. The small flame shot out, leaving a residual image in the air.

"Haha, what a good plan, but it's obvious that your magic isn't that powerful."

After saying that, the eldest disciple under the Ghost King's seat flashed and came to the front of the flame, walking with the flame. The two seemed to be in sync, moving at the same speed, as if they were standing still.

The Ghost King's disciple slowly gathered a stream of black air in his hand, quickly wrapping the small flame. However, as soon as the black air wrapped around it, the flame immediately churned and grew larger.

The small flame was wrapped in black air, tumbling and rolling.

I wanted to break free from the black air, but the black air looked very thin, and the flame could not break free from it.

Seeing his flame being wrapped by the black air, the Eighth Elder was also shocked. He did not expect that the young man from Heishan had such a high level of cultivation, which was actually comparable to himself. Otherwise, his black air obviously could not wrap up his spark. Although it is called a spark, the sentence behind it is the most important attack method, which can start a prairie fire. As long as this spark touches the ground, it will quickly split, and huge energy will be quickly released, covering an area of ​​about one kilometer in radius.

Obviously, the Eighth Elder who appeared first wanted to give his side a good start, so he directly released his sixth-level group attack magic, "A Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire."

"burst"

The Eighth Elder saw that his spark was about to get out of control and be conquered by the Ghost King's eldest disciple.

Seeing that his spark was about to get out of control, the Eighth Elder directly transmitted a stream of magic power over, and the spark instantly exploded in the black air, splitting into two sides. Four quantitative changes produced qualitative changes, and countless flames separated from the spark. The huge magic power filled the entire enclosed space.

The flame, which was originally only the size of a bean, quickly expanded to the size of a house, and continued to split and extend, while the black gas wrapped around it became thinner.

Originally, the Ghost King's disciple had already taken the magician in front of him very seriously. However, when he wrapped around the small flame, he felt the tremendous power of the flame from the contact surface. At the same time, he also felt that the magician opposite was not much different from his level. However, before he could react, the flame split and exploded. The huge pressure at the moment almost caused the Ghost King's disciple, who was a little distracted, to be backfired by the violent energy.

Fortunately, the eldest disciple under the Ghost King's seat had consolidated his magical attainments to the extreme. After suddenly inputting magic power, he stabilized his body. A thick black gas gushed out from the Ghost King's disciple's body and covered the flame again, suppressing the flame that was constantly expanding. Although the flame was suppressed, the dense beads of sweat on the Ghost King's disciple's head showed that the pressure he was under at this time was indeed not small.

"Kid, you are still too young"

The Eighth Elder's thick eyebrows stood upright, and he looked extremely terrified. As soon as he finished speaking, the sparks that had been suppressed suddenly jumped, and changed from two to four, and then changed drastically again.

Such a change made the Ghost King sit down. The eldest disciple's face was full of tension and effort. It was already a bit difficult for him to suppress the flames of the Eighth Elder. This time, the Eight Palms Elder exerted force again, which really made the Ghost King's eldest disciple feel extremely pressured. The sparks did not burst out suddenly, but increased little by little. This kind of force was much more terrifying than the force that burst out all at once. In the space, the pressure slowly increased, and the black air on the periphery seemed like a rubber band that was stretched to its limit and might break in the next second.

“Young man, it’s amazing that you have such strength, but it’s obvious that you don’t know how to respect the elderly and love the young.” The eighth elder exerted his strength again, and flames were wrapped in the black air. This time he finally could not bear it any longer and exploded madly.

"Boom"

After the loud bang, the sparks that were originally surrounded by black mist exploded directly, shaking the black gas to scatter, and large pieces of flames fell down. Fortunately, this piece of fire fell in the open space between the two armies, because the black gas did not allow the flames to reach the top of Kaidehong's team.

The Ghost King's disciple was blown back several meters by the huge impact force and fell to the ground, then spurted out a mouthful of blood. This time, the Ghost King's disciple was obviously injured internally, but no one laughed at him. After all, he was old and eight years old.

The old man is over 200 years old, while the Ghost King's eldest disciple is obviously only in his s or s.

It is not impossible for the strong people in this world to live to be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old. As long as your energy does not dissipate, you can continue to live, and the organs in your body will appear abnormally young and will always be in a young state. This is the absolute feedback given to the body by magic power and fighting spirit. Learning magic or learning fighting spirit, with the continuous accumulation of magic power, will nourish the human body and keep the human body in the peak state of 18 years old forever.

Several disciples of the Black Mountain Sect ran to the eldest disciple frantically, helped the Ghost King eldest disciple up and carried him to the back. In this round, it was not easy for the Ghost King eldest disciple to resist the Eighth Elder. As soon as the Eighth Elder exerted force, the Ghost King eldest disciple could not hold on. In terms of the content of fighting spirit and the recognition of magic power, the Ghost King eldest disciple was obviously not as good as the Eighth Elder. Even if they were of the same level, there were differences in superiority and inferiority.

"I have brought shame to my master, and I hope he will punish me." The Ghost King's eldest disciple hurriedly took a few steps, came to his master, knelt on the ground and said.

"It's not entirely your fault. This old guy has lived for hundreds of years, so naturally his control over magic is much stronger than yours. I won't punish him, but you have to study harder in the future. Otherwise, if we're not there to support you next time and you meet him alone, you won't just be defeated, but killed in battle."

The Ghost King did not forget to teach his eldest disciple at this time. The Ghost King was a relatively competent master. He also loved this eldest disciple very much. Who could not like him? He was only in his 30s and had such strength. He was truly a genius.