Versatile Mage: Start by obtaining the White Tiger Pendant

At this time, the mermaid girl finally had time to telepathically transmit her thoughts: "Ring!"

Lu Jun nodded to show that he understood: "Is the ghost of the sandstorm coming? It's okay, take care of yourself, I can get out."

The fourth-level intermediate stage of the summoning system [Contract Summoning·Summoning Link] is equivalent to an invisible long line, connecting each other. The human chain dragon formation is just a superficial effort.

He was in a good mood and continued to move forward, casting intermediate-level mental magic and detecting the surrounding environment.

But the effect is average. The Sahara maze has a special effect. There are invisible vortices all around, which swallow up all mental power like a black hole, and the mind is like a bottomless pit when explored.

Just when Lu Jun was about to give up, something suddenly flashed in his personal space, ignoring his own spatial constraints and rushing out.

Buzz!

Lu Jun was startled and looked carefully, and found that it was a crystal clear prism emitting colorful light.

The supreme treasure, the triangular dimensional mirror, appeared spontaneously, creating layers of transparent ripples. A winding white path appeared on the ground nearby, shining brightly.

"Is this... the correct path to the Sahara Maze?"

Seeing this, Lu Jun was surprised and happy. He didn't expect that the dimensional mirror had such a function.

That’s right, the triangular dimensional mirror is related to chaos, space, summoning, and even the origin. From now on, he can come and go freely in similar mazes?

He set out again, and this time he moved much faster. At the same time, the mental thoughts infused into the prism became much more flexible. It was no longer the traditional rough one that covered the entire scene. Instead, it was divided into countless mental tentacles, exploring into the mysterious dimensions to search.

A few minutes later, Lu Jun found a clue. A campsite that had not yet been buried by sand appeared on the beach. There were traces of human beings inside, who had just left in a hurry not long ago.

"It smells like blood."

Lu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that this national team had encountered some trouble and was forced to give up and wait for rescue on the spot.

But once there are traces, it will be much easier to find.

After a moment, he followed the footsteps of the group of people, climbed over a golden sand hill, and saw an endless red desert. Two groups of densely packed black dots were intertwined, the sounds of fighting were earth-shattering, evil spirits were raging, and a sandstorm was set off.

"Clan war?"

Seeing this scene, Lu Jun became solemn. In addition to the maze, there is another big danger in the Sahara, which is the demon tribe. The competition is fierce and the tribes will start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Moreover, the demon tribes living here are not the slave-level ones in ordinary demon areas in the outside world.

The two sides fighting before them were a standard group of warriors, numbering in the thousands. Even if Lu Jun was trapped alone, it would be very dangerous if he chose to fight head-on.

"Desert Fox, Poison Fire Scorpion, hmm, they fit the description of the demon races outside the Sahara."

Lu Jun glanced below and thought to himself, the Desert Fox is a tall and agile fox demon, and the Poison Fire Scorpion is also quite large, about half a person's height, with a tail about ten feet long, and is good at poisonous fire.

In the center of the battlefield between the two tribes, several young human wizards were dodging and moving in a panic among the waves of demons, with injuries accumulating all over their bodies, and they were trapped and struggling.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be the Kuomintang team that fell into the Sahara.

Lu Jun had sharp eyes and saw that there were already two or three bodies lying in a pool of blood. The situation was very bad.

Without further ado, he decided to lend a helping hand immediately and began to draw the summoning constellation. A moon-white door opened on the top of the red sand hill, and a group of violent ground dragons swooped down from the top of the mountain.

hoo hoo hoo!

Each earth dragon is huge and covered with thick yellow scales. Hundreds of them together look majestic, like a charging heavy tank, plowing out billowing yellow smoke behind them.

The ground dragon possesses the element of earth. When running wildly in the desert, it is not restrained or defeated by the soft sand. Instead, it emits magic similar to ground waves to increase its forward speed.

Rumble!

As the heavens and the earth shook, one dragon after another rushed directly into the battlefield between the two tribes, and actually crushed a bloody path and tore a hole in the formation.

Blood flowers bloomed, and the fox scorpion was occasionally accidentally trampled by the ground dragon, and its body was torn into pieces, just like a slaughterhouse.

The South African government team that was holding on was shocked when they saw this. A strong black young man shouted in joy: "Everyone hold on, the rescue team is here."

Chapter 368: Evacuation from the Sahara

As soon as Lu Jun had a thought, a dark hole opened above his head and the wind whistled.

The black and white ghosts came out, and the dark shadows looked like two small hills. A blue-black wind was howling, and a gray-white sandstorm was rolling up, following the hole torn open by the ground dragon, killing indiscriminately.

He brought two generals and a group of summons with him, and rushed through the beast tide, successfully joining up with members of the South African National Team and others.

The black man, the South African captain, gasped, "Which super-class mage are you?"

At this moment, Lu Jun was fighting bloody battles, holding up the Shuihua Sky Curtain, and dealing with warriors and demons from all directions. He was under great pressure. Without much explanation, he hurriedly said, "You are from the Huaxia National Government team, follow me."

"Ah?" Before the black captain could say anything, a skinny black man in the team said disappointedly, "You're from Jiuzhou? Are you a student like us?!"

The skinny black boy complained, "What's wrong with the African Magic Association? They sent students here, and now it's over. Even if they want to send a national team, they have to send the national teams from the European magic powers. What's the Chinese team?"

The other surviving team members also had grim expressions on their faces, and a certain Black Pearl woman was almost on the verge of collapse.

Hearing this, Lu Jun laughed in anger, "I came to save you, and you're still complaining about this and that." His eyes swept over the few people coldly. The powerful soul power brought by the sixth level spiritual realm and the high-level second level cultivation of the curse system pressed down on everyone.

Buzz!

In an instant, the expressions of the black men were horrified, as if they saw a pair of eyes of an evil god, high above them.

Seeing that the South African government team was intimidated, he snorted coldly and said without turning his head: "If you believe it, follow me. If you don't want to, stay here and wait for death!"

Puff, puff!

A group of earth dragons surged out around the crowd, forming a mighty yellow torrent that rushed out.

It has to be said that the beast tide summoning of the summoning system is truly the god of group battles. Hundreds of top warriors have relieved a lot of pressure for the South African national team.

After a while, Lu Jun led them out of the siege.

Of course, the Desert Fox and the Poisonous Fire Scorpion tribes also intended to let a few people go. The main reason was that Lu Jun was too powerful. He used water, curses, and summoning fire at full power, and the two tribes suffered heavy casualties.

After weighing the pros and cons, the leaders decided that these intruders were insignificant compared to their old enemies.

Seeing this scene, the South African National Team and others were stunned and shocked by Lu Jun's strength. Most of them were still at the peak of the middle level, and only a few two or three core members had reached the high level.

This is far from the Chinese team whose entire team has reached high levels after just a short period of training.

Lu Jun's face was calm. Although the total number of warriors from these two tribes exceeded two thousand, the pressure they brought was not as great as that from the four-color demon tribe.

After all, with the fusion of magic, the commander-level leaders are all very difficult to deal with.

If Lu Jun hadn't been unable to use his space, mind, and gold systems in order to hide his natural dual systems, he would have really wanted to start a war and massacre both tribes.

Maybe the collected warrior spirits could reach forty-two, which would be enough to light up a level five intermediate magic.

By then, the power of intermediate-level magic will be comparable to that of high-level magic.

Facing the shock of the South African national team members, he replied calmly: "There are also gaps between national teams."

After that, the skinny black boy didn't dare to say a word.

The captain of the South African government thanked him in Interlingua: "I'm sorry that our team members were presumptuous. We are so grateful that you came to rescue us."

"No need for that. I'm just taking money to do something. The African Magic Association pays the commission."

Lu Jun didn't have a good impression of them and was too lazy to go along with the occasion.

Then he said, "It's easy to get lost in the Sahara maze. If you still don't believe me, I'll find a way out myself. I'm leaving now."

Then Lu Jun deliberately put away the precious treasure, the triangular dimensional mirror, closed his eyes and sensed, locking the soul for thousands of miles, looking for the location of Mo Fan.

He walked in front, and several members of the South African government team looked at each other. They were already exhausted and could no longer continue fighting. They would definitely not be able to do without Lu Jun, so they chased after him.

At this time, Lu Jun took advantage of the fact that few people were not paying attention and released the Tai'a Sword alone. The killing weapon spirit turned back to deal with the two major groups, killing as many as possible and letting the gold system go.

After walking for a few minutes in the endless, monotonous desert, they saw a figure standing quietly in front of them and became alert.

Lu Jun ignored them and took a few quick steps. The environment changed and he arrived next to Mo Fan.

At the spot, Mo Fan greeted him, “Ah, Old Lu, you’re back. I’ve been away for so long and I didn’t see you. I thought you were lost.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun said nothing. In fact, he violated the one-kilometer principle and ran several kilometers away. If he were an ordinary magician, he would definitely not be able to come back.

Suddenly, Mo Fan saw a few black youths appear behind Lu Jun and asked in surprise, “Hey, did you find the lost National Government team?!”

Mo Fan was very excited. The Cape of Good Hope Magic Association had said that they would pay any price as long as they could rescue the South African National Team.

He felt that he didn't need to worry about whether to advance to the high level of the Space System or the Chaos System. He wanted both, all systems high level! At the same time, the remaining money was estimated to be enough to raise a soul seed.

This is also the reason why the Huaxia National Government instructor feels that it is dangerous, but still wants the team members to give it a try. If they succeed by chance, they will make a lot of money.

The faces of several members of the South African National Team turned red, considering it a humiliation, and they lowered their heads and shrugged their shoulders and followed Lu Jun and Mo Fan.

They gradually returned and found partners who served as anchors one by one, including Zhao Manyan, Jiang Yu, Mu Ningxue, and Jiang Shaoxu.

Lu Jun urged: "Hurry up, I have a bad feeling."

The sandstorm ghost will not let everyone go easily. It is as intelligent as humans and wants to take the lives of the Kuomintang team to attract its old friend Davin.

At the moment, the Sandstorm Ghost hadn't reacted yet. It felt that Nan Jue, who was at the border, was forced to move away from the origin, and that this group of young mages could not escape from his grasp.

Jiang Shaoxu asked, "Why hasn't Nanjue sent a signal yet? Didn't we agree to send a signal every five minutes?"

"It's already been ten minutes. How are we going to anchor the exit without a signal?"

Just when everyone decided to continue waiting, Lu Jun immediately stood up and said calmly: "No need to wait, my summoned beast told me that they were driven away by a sandstorm ghost."

"What?!" Everyone was horrified when they heard the captain's words: "Aren't we lost in the desert?"

Jiang Yu said in a trembling voice: "Moreover, there is a monarch-level supreme creature wandering nearby, eyeing humans covetously. Can we run into them at any time?!!"

“Oh my god.” Zhao Manyan jumped up and cried, “I knew that following Mo Fan would lead to bad things. I should have not followed him in earlier.”

Although the South African national team and others nearby did not understand Chinese, they guessed that something was wrong when they saw the expressions of several people change drastically.

The South African captain, a black man, was anxious and asked politely, "Excuse me, everyone, what happened?"

The skinny black boy simply mocked him, "Haha, I thought he was so strong, but he's just like us, lost in the Sahara, right?"

Chapter 369: Punishing Talkativeness and Exiting the Mystery

The outskirts of the Sahara.

When Lu Jun heard the words of the skinny black boy from the South African national team, his eyes turned cold, while Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Shaoxu and others all looked unhappy.

Regardless of whether they accept commissions or not, they are here to save people after all. It would be too psychologically disturbing to treat their benefactors in this way.

Respect is mutual. Mo Fan is not going to be polite. He doesn’t care if you are the target of the mission or not. He cursed and asked, “You uncivilized primitive man, what are you talking about?!”

Whenever Mo Fan started to criticize, he would poke people in the face.

After that, several members of the Huaxia team were secretly happy about having a straightforward friend who could serve as the perfect substitute.

The South African team members were immediately furious. The skinny black boy jumped up and down and complained, "You bunch of East Asian monkeys, you still want to save us? You can't even save yourselves!"

“Haha.” Mo Fan said, “If you have the guts, just get out of here and don’t get involved.”

The thin, dark little guy sneered, "Then let's go our separate ways. I'll wait here, and you can go however you want."

Hearing this, Jiang Shaoxu was furious, thinking that this member of the South African government was too cunning. Everyone knew that the best way to save oneself when lost in the Sahara Desert was to stay where one was.

Originally, the South African national team had deviated from the direction, but they found it through their long dragon formation and redetermined their location, which was only one kilometer away from the exit, greatly increasing their hope of being rescued. Now they are turning their backs on them and refusing to acknowledge their contribution?

At this time, Lu Jun stepped forward and asked abruptly, "Do you mean to stay where you are?"

"Of course..." the skinny black boy said complacently, "Wait a few hours, and the real rescue team from the Cape of Good Hope Magic Association will arrive. Why would they need you?"

Buzz!

As soon as these words came out, Lu Jun attacked directly, his eyes flashing black and red light, and a phantom white ghost figure like a small hill appeared behind the other party. He stretched out his hand and directly lifted up the short black man.

"What do you want to do?!"

The thin black man struggled desperately in mid-air, his face full of fear, but his magic was suppressed by Bai Wuchang Kun Tu Guisha, leaving him at the mercy of others.

“Hey, hey.” The black and strong South African captain was startled and shouted quickly: “Everyone, don’t be impulsive. Let’s talk it over nicely.”

But although it seemed that these people wanted to save the thin black man, they were actually just talking. Their bodies did not move at all and they had no intention of helping.

Even worse, some members watched with cold eyes, sneering and mocking: "You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You still think you have the support of the backers in China. Now your arrogance has hit a wall, right?"

Compared with the Chinese team, the South African national team is also the same, with various factional ties and serious internal conflicts.

Lu Jun didn't care about the young black people. Even if the South African government team came together, they were no match for him.

He stared coldly at the skinny black boy and said, "I can save you, but I can also abandon you. Anyway, the Cape of Good Hope Magic Association only asks us to search and rescue the South African government team as much as possible. As for how many people we can rescue, we don't care, and it doesn't matter if one or two people are missing."