Above Taiyi Peak and above Feixian Pavilion, the old Taoist priest and his two uncles sat cross-legged, flying flowers and flowing water, and the idle wind was like a dream.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Your uncle, you have forced me to have a disciple."

Wen Zhengming said: "I owe you a favor, you can make an unstoppable request."

The old Taoist priest didn't seem to take this favor very high, and smiled and said:

"This is the best favor in the world, so I can treasure the old Taoist priest."

"what ever!"

Wen Zhengming stood up and said lightly. He knew that the old Taoist priest was a casual person and would not take a favor too seriously. He was not prepared to get anything from Wen Zhengming.

However, Wen Zhengming still made such a promise because he didn't like to owe others.

The old Taoist priest may one day realize how big this favor is, and then this favor may be able to help him a lot.

"I'll go to practice first, you should practice well, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve spiritual practice and return to emptiness."

The old Taoist priest spread his hands, as if he had seen through it, and said: "It doesn't matter. The old Taoist priest has put his talent here and wasted so long, it is difficult to achieve the cultivation of the spirit and return to the emptiness."

"If you can't achieve it, you may have a lifespan of less than ten years." Wen Zhengming said.

The Taoist priests in the entire Quanzhen Sect are not much of their lifespan, after all, they have lived for more than 800 years.

"It's just birth, old age, sickness and death. In fact, the Fengtianren is right. If we really become immortals and eliminate the seven sufferings of life, then will we still be considered human?" the old Taoist priest said with a smile.

Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "Immortals also have their own world."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only the old Taoist priest murmured:

"Does there be? It's like I've seen an immortal."

Smash it, smash it, and the old Taoist priest sits up.

"Is the uncle of the junior master really an immortal in his previous life?"

………

In the distance of the Mediterranean breeze, Gothic buildings are rendered with a strong European style. Under one of the modern high-end buildings, a special prisoner is imprisoned here.

It was a special cell, made of special alloy, enough to be unharmed under severe blasting and high-temperature burning.

The prison is equipped with automatic detectors, 14,000 electric doors, laser beams, pressure pads and police dogs that unexpectedly attack.

It is usually used specifically to detain some special criminals.

However, this time it was specially emptied, just for one person:

A magician.

When the distant East had begun to kick off the prelude to become a god, the countries of Taixi did nothing.

Although the three mages disappeared into the forest in the Moormall Forest, they also captured a magician.

However, the countries of Tesi were very uneasy because the hexagram mark appeared in the Molmarle Forest, the legendary Satan mark.

There are also a large number of black and purple mandala flowers scattered on the ground.

The Mandala flower language is endless love and revenge, representing unpredictable death and love.

The black mandala represents unpredictable darkness, death and displaced love, endless love and revenge, hurt and persevering heart, and the road to no return.

The purple mandala represents terror and horror.

Referring to those who came to the East, the countries of Tesi felt that they might have offended some organized extraordinary force.

So it is crucial to get the extraordinary path from the only mage.

"Are you really unwilling to say anything?"

In the pure white prison, Conrad Adenauer felt his patience beating away little by little, and he tried to make his tone softer:

"We have no malice, we just want to communicate with you normally."

"What normal communication requires force to coerce? Treat friends with constant pursuit?"

In front of Conrad Adenner was a man in his thirties, with a thin body covered under a black cloak.

The magician used the name Prague, but he didn't know whether he called it or not.

Prague raised his head, revealing a touch of brown hair, and his black eyes looked coldly at Conrad Adenner in front of him:

"Sir, don't deceive a magician with bad lies. You just want to get magic from me. You don't need to describe the greatness and light as you describe."

"If you really understand this, it's okay, so please don't make things difficult for me." Conrad Adenner strengthened his tone.

"Magic masters have always been talented people. You... are so stupid that you can't learn."

Prague's tone was stretched very long, and even though he sat there, he was still graceful.

Suddenly, he sniffed his nose and said, "Do you like the mage flower very much?"

Conrad Adenner frowned and said, "This is not the focus of our chat."

"The mage flower symbolizes misfortune and mystery, and its flower language is a curse, but perhaps people now have forgotten it, and it also represents the magic association."

Prague said something that seemed completely unrelated to their conversation, and then lowered his voice, "Are you ready to be an enemy of the Magic Society?"

Conrad Adenauer's heart was thunderous, and he seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "That mandala? Black and purple mandala?"

"In legend, there is an elf living in every pot of black mandala flowers. They can help you realize your wishes. However, they also have a condition of exchange, that is, human blood. As long as you use your own blood to water the black enchanting mandala flowers, the elf in the flower will help you realize your wishes. You can only water them with blood, because they love this passion and fatal feeling."

Prague smiled and said, "Do you think this looks like the devil who signed a contract?"

"The black and purple mandala flowers are the favorites of witches. They are wizards serving the demons. It seems that you have offended many people." Prague said with a mockery.

But suddenly, he seemed to feel something.

"Sir, our exchange seems to be over. I will remember your hospitality, but I don't know if there is a chance to repay you."

"What do you mean?"

Conrad Adenner suddenly felt something was wrong.

The next moment, the earth started to shake.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and a terrifying fire ignited in the prison.

A huge hole appeared at the gate, as if it was burned by the terrifying temperature, and there were traces of melting on the door.

A group of people wearing black cloaks walked in from the entrance of the gate.

A beautiful and mysterious mage flower was embroidered on their robes.

All the guards in the prison knelt on the ground in pain, vomiting out petals of mage flowers, which looked like solidified blood.

The mages walked calmly past everyone, as if they were walking in their own courtyard.

………

Conrad Adenner, who is in the depths of the prison, is taking people to move Prague.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the heavy walls of the prison exploded.

In the burst gap, a group of people dressed like Prague walked in.

Conrad Adenner suddenly took out his pistol, but a red light burst out from the hands of the leader, and Conrad Adenner was instantly decomposed by the red light.

In an instant, red light shone in the prison.

After the red light disappeared, only Prague was left in the prison. The leader took off his mage hat and looked at Prague and said:

"Child, it's time to go home!"

"Yes, my teacher!"

………

That night, a news sensation throughout the Thai countries. An explosion occurred in Deswang Prison, but due to prior surveillance, no one in the prison was injured.

However, the information obtained by the Ming Dynasty in the distance was not like this.

There is only a simple sentence above: the magician attacked Deswang Prison, and the countries of Taixi were suspected to have arrested the magician and received revenge.
Chapter completed!