End of the Magic Era

At this time, Lin Yun already knew that the place that was destroyed by the light column at that moment must be the valley he had stayed in, and that the light column that descended from the sky undoubtedly came from the power of the ancient gods...

For tens of millions of years, the power of the ancient gods has covered the valley, just because the soul fragment has been buried underground, so the power has never erupted. Now, I took the soul fragment and merged it with another soul fragment, naturally, it also triggered the terror force in the valley. Now, under the eruption of this terror force, I instantly destroyed the whole valley...

Think...

The valley, thousands of meters square, is destroyed under this force, if you are still in the valley at this time, you are afraid it will already turn into flying ash?

It's horrible...

Lin Yun had some palpitations and turned back. He pressed the shock of his heart and began to re-examine everything in front of him...

This is a black plain, endless, full of heavy fog. Even if you hold the view of the eagle, you can barely see more than 50 meters ahead...

“How so unlucky...” Lin Yun's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. The luck box is just so annoying, because you never know where the next transmission will send you.

It's like this black plain right in front of you, and it's like living in the middle of nowhere, full of mist and mist, you can't tell the direction at all. Ten people walk in, and ten people get lost.

Wait...

Black Plains…

Lin Yun thought of this, and suddenly he was shocked...

The endless black plain, the fog of eternity...

Is this a sign of bad luck?

“No way...” With the emergence of this idea, Lin Yun all stayed put.

Isn't that the legendary trail of bad luck?

Is this... is this a little too bad?

Isn't that why you brought Lyon Merlyn to avoid the marks of bad luck?

After half a day, I actually sent it to my door...

This is a lot of trouble...

Lin Yun's face is a little ugly, the marks of bad luck this place, known as the scar of the Tulang Mountains, this is the real cursed place, this is an endless black wilderness, all year long covered with heavy poison fog, ordinary people slightly stained, will rot and die, even the general magician and swordsman, using magic and fighting gas protection, do not dare to stay in this poison fog for too long, otherwise, even magic and fighting gas, will be invaded by this poison fog.

If you want to defend against this poison fog, at least it is a Mage or Grand Swordsman level. Only the strong at this level can defend against the poison fog by magic and fighting...

Six hundred years ago, the Black Tower of the Full Age made an attempt to conquer a canyon called the Cursed Land.

At that time, the battle magician from the Caucasus had not broken away from the Black Tower, which was a truly full-blown time for the whole kingdom of Andalusia, and could be described as one of the most powerful forces in the whole kingdom of Andalusia, the heavenly one alone, with two of the Black Towers, plus a dozen sealed Wizards, and hundreds of Wizards, a power that today can sweep the whole of Auckland.

But even such a black tower, after entering the marks of bad luck, suffered an unimaginable blow...

At the beginning, the propulsion was very smooth, the luxury formation of the Black Tower, almost sweeping across the trail of bad luck, from the south to the east, crushing all the way, countless powerful warcraft fell under the spell bombardment of the Black Tower, the daily warfare report, drifting back to Auckland like snow, the whole of Auckland was bombarded by the Black Tower...

However…

Just when Blacktower thought that the marks of bad luck that had never been conquered would be conquered by Blacktower, disaster came, all kinds of warcraft began to appear in the marks of bad luck, more and more, stronger, like a tide, wave after wave, at first, Blacktower still did the crushing sweep, but soon, Blacktower found this different, these sudden warcraft, as if they could never be wiped out, no matter how many they killed, just a little breath, immediately more warcraft will appear around, more fierce, more powerful, more fearless...

That was the worst battle in the history of the Black Tower...

Dozens of demon mentors died in this battle. Six sealed demon mentors died on the spot. A heavenly man was severely wounded and fell a hundred years later. This battle not only severely damaged the energy of the mighty black tower, but also buried the seeds for the division of the black tower 300 years later...

It took only three months for the Black Tower to exit the trail of bad luck and seal everything from top to bottom. Nobody but the Black Tower itself knew what had happened to them in the trail of bad luck...

Such a move by the Black Tower adds a few magical colors to the marks of bad luck. It is now more than 600 years old, but looking at the entire Kingdom of Andalusia, there has never been a single force to challenge the marks of bad luck again...

This is the mark of bad luck, a cursed black wasteland...

“Is there such bad luck...” Lin Yun touched his nose and wondered what this was all about.

If you want to say bad luck, I don't think so. In the case of the outbreak of the power of the ancient demons, you can retreat all by yourself. You can't say bad luck...

But to say luck, a random transmission breaks into the trail of bad luck, if it's all luck, then there will be no more bad luck in the world...

“Luckily, it's not too late...” Lin Yun counted the time, at least ten years until the horrible psychic wakes up, that is, at least he won't be as unlucky as the Black Tower. There will be endless waves of warcraft here, and eventually even the heavenly ones will have to descend...

This should be the only good news for Lin Yun...

“I hope the book doesn't have the wrong time.” Lin Yun tightened the Dum Staff in his hand and whispered the spell of brightness. Through that soft light illumination, he began to go towards the north of the mark of bad fortune in the sunken fog...

That's the direction of the Turan Mountains...

At this time, Lin Yun knew why this place is called the Cursed Land. This place is really full of danger. In just one hour, Lin Yun had at least seven battles. On average, he had to encounter one battle in less than 10 minutes. This frequency is almost unimaginable to put elsewhere...

But in the marks of bad luck, this is the norm, all kinds of warcraft, hidden in a heavy fog of poison, they are severely poisoned and starved, tortured completely crazy, as soon as there is a little breath of life, it will lead to their mad attack...

Moreover, the beasts that survive the marks of bad fortune are all winners under the laws of the jungle. They survive the invasion of poison fog, the weak meat between the beasts and the killing, and even the madness of their kind under the torture of hunger. Their fighting power is far more horrible than ordinary warcraft...

Even with the power of Lin Yun, walking in this wilderness covered by poison fog is extremely difficult...

“Bombarding...” Lin Yun no longer remembers, this is the first flame explosion released by himself. The wheel of the Magic is suspended above his head. Like the moon, the magic symbol of Xuan Au is unknown. Like the tide, it floats around the wheel of the Magic, the spell flies across, the rune splashes, and the leopard falls at the foot of the Lin Yun...

In front of Lin Yun, Hershey is the king of demon leopards up to level 30...

The king of leopards is at least one meter tall and four meters tall. He has dark fur like the finest black satin. Even in such a dark environment as the marks of bad fortune, he occasionally glows with dark glow. A pair of red eyes have fist size. When he stares at the forest cloud, his eyes are filled with killing and madness...

The speed of the king of leopards is extremely amazing. Even if Lin Yun uses extreme acceleration, he can't keep up with his almost perverted speed. It's really like lightning. If he accidentally gets close to him, he can easily tear open the sharp claw teeth of the ice wall. If he strikes lightly, he can tear the flesh...

At the beginning of the battle, Lin Yun had a mistake...

The ready flame flashed for a moment.

At that moment, the king of leopards went around behind Lin Yun, followed by a claw...

Fortunately, Lin Yun reacted fast enough...

While realizing that his flame was slowly flashing, an ice-fire shield was released directly and the nail was blocked with an ice-shield.

But even so...

The leopard king's claw is also instantly torn apart the ice shield, so that Lin Yun, who could not easily use the flame to flash away the distance, frightened a cold sweat. If that claw fell on him, even if Lin Yun was now the companion of all manners, all kinds of protective magic were almost cured and generally held on him, he would be instantly torn to pieces by the leopard king...

This is the toughest battle Lin Yun has encountered since he stepped into the trail of bad luck...

Up to hundreds of leopards, coming from all sides, there is also a Leopard King Tiger up to level 30 in front of them...

Fortunately, it's Lin Yun...

Under the control of Andean law, the Wheel of Magic erupted almost all its power, all sorts of spells, never stopped once from beginning to end, a star gem, an elemental amber, all became glowing in this battle, Lin Yun estimated that it would take at least a day to restore the power of the true demon.