Versatile Mage: Start by obtaining the White Tiger Pendant

Crack, crack. As Lu Jun was speaking, the beautiful eyes of the female ghost in white were captivating. A grayish-white glow spread from the thin black man's legs upwards, petrifying his legs. Then the ghost threw the thin black boy to the ground.

This is not over yet. The Night Thunder Dream Beast bestowed the Shadow Realm on him. The pitch-black sky covered an area of ​​a hundred feet. Dark swords fell and pierced near the opponent, interweaving into a magic imprisonment circle, nailing him here.

Lu Jun said indifferently: "I won't kill you, but if you want to stay where you are, then stay here and see if you are lucky enough to survive."

Finally, he turned to Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue and the others and said, "Let's go."

Everyone present swallowed their saliva, it was really cruel. Mo Fan could only curse at others, but Lu Jun was a ruthless man of few words and attacked on the spot.

To deal with these people who talk big, the key is to be truthful.

Seeing that Lu Jun was about to leave, Jiang Shaoxu hurriedly stopped him and said, "No, you can't walk around the Sahara Fantasy World at will."

Lu Jun said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I have a connection with the summoned beast. I can anchor to her position remotely and will definitely bring you out safely."

Hearing this, the thin black man's originally resentful look turned into deep regret.

He wanted to yell, damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier?! If we were sure we could get out and leave the Sahara earlier, who would be willing to stay there and wait for rescue with little hope?!

Everyone showed joy on their faces and followed closely.

Suddenly, Lu Jun paused, and without turning his head, he said: "There are too many. As expected, the vengeful spirit of the sandstorm has set its sights on us humans and will be coming soon. I hope you stay away."

The thin black man's eyes widened and he struggled frantically, but he couldn't break free. He could only scream heartbreakingly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please take me away."

Several members of the South African national team looked at each other, feeling a chill in their hearts, but they did not dare to argue.

Lu Jun was too lazy to pay attention to it and summoned two black and white ghosts. The blue and black gales formed a huge wind boat. The rolling desert on the ground created layers of tides that pushed the wind boat.

It looked like a huge ship setting sail on the golden sand sea, carrying a lot of people and rushing towards the edge of the maze.

Rumble!

In an instant, everyone's eyes blurred and their vision suddenly became clear. There was no longer the hazy uncertainty before. They rushed out of the Sahara maze, and the blue-black wind boat exploded, disintegrating into thousands of strands of air flow.

As they looked ahead, they saw blue sky and white clouds at the end, as well as the Mediterranean coast in the distance.

Ring! In the desolate area at the edge of the desert, the mermaid girl and Nan Jue stood together gracefully. When they saw their master coming out, they moaned with joy.

At the same time, Nanjue asked nervously, "I'm sorry, it's my fault this time. Are you guys okay?"

“Not bad.” Mo Fan felt relieved after leaving the maze. He said happily, “We didn’t encounter any danger. It’s not your fault this time.”

"The South African government team rescued several people, and the Cape of Good Hope Magic Association completed its mission successfully."

The seven members of the Huaxia team smiled knowingly and were extremely excited. They had made a fortune this time. Guan Yu and others who had separated earlier must be envious and jealous.

Several South African black youths nearby were exhausted, having finally walked out of that damn hell, and were almost in tears.

The captain gathered his composure and hesitantly stepped forward to Lu Jun and said, "Thank you for your help. Although my teammates spoke rudely to you, we will remember this favor. If you need me, I will definitely help you."

"Also...I will ask the team members to keep this matter confidential."

Lu Jun waved his hand and said calmly, "It's just a payment."

Then he added, "We are not out of danger yet. The Sandstorm Ghost is likely to catch up with us. Let's leave this place first and head to the Mediterranean."

A few people thought that Lu Jun was making a fuss out of nothing, but they dared not disobey him.

The group ran wildly across the wasteland and retreated towards the Mediterranean coast.

Not long after, when everyone looked back while running away, they saw a horrified scene.

Chapter 370 Gold Element Advanced Level

at the same time.

At the edge of the Sahara maze, the skinny black boy's legs were petrified, and black swords were surrounding him, firmly holding his body in place.

"Damn Chinese, I will kill you before I die."

He kept on mumbling, full of resentment.

As time goes by, there is no one around and the monotonous scenery stands forever.

The skinny black boy didn't have the energy to curse anymore. He looked around the desert, and it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Was it a few hours? Had they left the Sahara?

Gradually, he began to feel an unprecedented panic in his heart. If he continued to stay in such an environment, he would be driven crazy sooner or later.

However, the thin black boy was lucky. He did not suffer for long and his life ended soon.

Oh oh oh!

At some point, he heard a whistling sound of wind, turned his head and looked, his eyes widened with fear.

A large patch of turbidity appeared on the horizon where the sky met the sand.

The dim yellow color rolled, covering the sky and the sun. It felt like thousands of troops were lined up in rows and charging forward, and the noise was getting louder and louder.

Sand storm?!

Rumble, the speed of the sandstorm was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, a torrent of yellow sand came in front of them. A human figure covered in swirling sand stood there, looking down at the little black man with red eyes.

"No! No!"

Finally, as he watched in despair, the horrific sandstorm engulfed him and was torn into pieces by the tremendous energy.

The ghost of the sandstorm, wrapped in endless sand, looks towards the border of the Sahara, takes a step forward, and pursues those who flee.

On the other side, Lu Jun and his group also saw this scene.

The sky and the earth were covered with yellow dust. The thick rolling sand looked like a mudslide rolling across the sky, or like layers of overwhelming golden waves. The sky collapsed, sweeping over layer after layer.

At the top of the huge sand and dust waves that reach the sky, you can see a proud and arrogant figure!

Just as Nan Jue had described before, its entire body was surrounded by suspended sand and gravel, and its pupils were filled with strong resentment and restlessness. The violent rolling sand and dust was also its masterpiece.

Because this guy is like a commander of thousands of troops standing in the dust, or it can be said that this violent sandstorm that covers the sky and the earth is part of it!

Everyone was horrified. Such a vast momentum must be ranked in the upper middle level among monarchs.

Fortunately, they obeyed Lu Jun's command, ran 34 kilometers in one breath, and escaped into the Mediterranean Sea.

Oh oh oh!

The monstrous golden sandstorm instantly submerged tens of kilometers of land, even if it hit the ocean, it didn't weaken in the slightest. Soon the blue ocean was covered with these sands, turning it yellow.

If you look down from a high altitude, the long and narrow coastline is originally a beautiful sandy beach with sand dunes, but because of the dust storm, the entire coastline has moved a little closer to the ocean.

The Sahara Desert has expanded some more territory!

The sandstorm ghosts couldn't catch anyone, and their deafening roars reached the sky, echoing near the Mediterranean coast.

Far away on the sea, everyone sat on the back of the white dolphin summoned by Lu Jun. Swallowing their saliva, the South African captain suddenly thought that the skinny black boy was probably dead.

……

After this sandstorm, Lu Jun and others did not dare to go ashore, and wandered in the depths of the Mediterranean Sea, waiting for the rescue team from the African Magic Association to arrive.

Not long after, human figures appeared in the sky.

The leading super-class mage Daven landed, glanced at the crowd, and saw the familiar members of the South African National Government Team. He breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you're all okay. Sorry to bother you, everyone from the Chinese team."

"No trouble, no trouble, as for the money..."

Mo Fan came back to his senses, and returned to his carefree and big-hearted self, asking for money with a sly grin.

"Don't worry." Daven promised: "The African Magic Association will allocate funds soon. Let's go to a safe place to rest first."

The group then left and found a large city along the Mediterranean to stay in.

On the way, the South African captain mentioned a few deaths, but Devin didn't take it seriously: "We are lucky to have only a few deaths in the Sahara. They couldn't wait for rescue, they just died. Don't worry about it."

Finally, the Cape of Good Hope Magic Association reacted quickly and counted the contributions of the seven members of the Huaxia National Government Team. Lu Jun made the greatest contribution and received the most, accounting for more than half of the total commission.

Even so, each of the remaining six people including Mo Fan received hundreds of millions.

Lu Jun doesn't want money, but rather a special, top-grade metal, enough for an entire small vein.

Cape of Good Hope agreed to this condition. When talking about Africa, the first impression is that there are many mines. The same is true for the magical plane.

Of course, one vein may not seem like a lot. In fact, for high-grade metals, due to the high energy condensation, even large veins only produce very small quantities, while small veins only yield a few thousand kilograms at most.

"The third special metal of Tai'a Sword..."

He rubbed his hands, full of anticipation, and as soon as the government was over, he could go to Africa to make a selection.

Buzz!

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lu Jun mentioned Cao Cao, Cao Cao appeared. A flash of sword light appeared in the void, and the black and gold dragon-patterned sword returned, floating beside him. The murderous aura was thick, and the tempered edge became more and more obvious. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot of blood this time.

Seeing this, he asked in surprise: "Are you back?"

Then the Taia Sword sank into the platinum galaxy in his spiritual world, overflowing with massive sharp power, baptizing the gold galaxy.

Lu Jun sat cross-legged in a hurry, digesting the harvest. He was in a trance, as if he had entered the Tai'a sword, recalling the massacre just happened, and with the power of a sword, he fought against the two great generals.

He knew every angle of force of each sword by heart, as if he was personally controlling the Taia Sword in battle.

Click click click~

After a moment, the golden galaxy expanded to its extreme, and under the long-term nourishment of the White Tiger Pendant, it broke through the barrier of light film, and the magic power more than doubled.

High-level second level [Taibai Divine Treasure·One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords]!

It goes a step further on the first level Tongtian Sword Formation, dividing into billions of golden rays, and combined with the mastery of the high-level gold system, it seems to have more ingenious operations.

Lu Jun looked inward at the dark universe and saw six galaxies running side by side, all at high level two. He could not help but feel delighted, knowing that after a period of experience in the national government, he had entered a stage of accumulating strength for a breakthrough.

And judging by the progress, he estimated that there would be one or two high-level and perfect magic systems when the National Government Tournament started.

At first glance, he seems to have just caught up with Zhe Luo, the number one cultivator in the government. But in fact, he has to take care of six systems, so his strength is even more abnormal, and he may even be a super-level one.

"It's been almost two years since I broke through to the high level. I was able to practice so fast thanks to the White Tiger Pendant, this galaxy magic weapon!"

Lu Jun sighed, this cultivation speed is really not slow, Mo Fan's cultivation will take another two or three years to complete the high-level six systems.

In addition, the Tai'a sword comes with a large number of warrior-level remnants.

In the White Tiger Pendant, after the last elementary level five magic was activated, there were still seven complete warrior spirits left in the pendant. Now, after two battles with the Taia Sword, the number has reached [thirteen].

The fifth level of intermediate magic seems to be not far away.

Chapter 371 The last stop, Egypt!

"If I can gather forty-two general-level spirit essences, I'll focus on the gold system, the fifth-level intermediate imperial weapon..."

Lu Jun touched his chin. After all, if things continued like this, the Taia Sword would be the biggest contributor to collecting spirit essence, and he couldn't favor one over the other.

He spent the rest of his time meditating and practicing to consolidate his cultivation of the Six Elements Galaxy before coming out of seclusion.

Another group of people from the Huaxia National Team are already urging them to go to Egypt first and gather in Cairo, the last stop for the National Team. After completing the Egyptian challenge, they will return to Venice.

He saw Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue and the others, all of whom looked very high-spirited and had made great progress.

Everyone gathered together without hesitation and flew to Egypt that afternoon.

The South African national team said goodbye early. They lost more than half of their members and had to stop their national training, return to their own country, and then re-select members.

In fact, most of the national training teams in other countries are like this. It is extremely rare to have an immortal team like the Chinese team.

The Sahara is very close to Egypt, and after about a few hours, the two groups gathered.

Guan Yu's mouth was full of sourness: "Mo Fan, you guys are really amazing. You broke into the Sahara and luckily led the South African government team out."

“Hehe.” Mo Fan responded casually, “Lucky? Why don’t you come along?”

While the two were bickering, Lu Jun received precise orders from the government tutor. After challenging the Egyptian pavilion, he went to the city-state of Pushini, more than 200 kilometers away from Rome, to participate in a war.

There is nothing much to say about the Egyptian Pavilion. Mo Fan led the team to challenge it and finished it in an hour.

Although Egypt was the dark horse in this Venice competition, winning consecutive victories over the United States, Greece, and the United Kingdom, and almost winning the championship at one point, but ultimately finishing second, that was achieved by cheating with the Pharaoh's Fountain, and their performance was very low.

Mo Fan had defeated their national team, let alone the mere defenders.

After winning the badge, Ai Jiangtu was extremely excited and said with emotion: "We have created a miracle. We are the only team in the history of the National Palace Competition that has won all the challenges against the National Pavilion without any mistakes."

After this, even guys like Guan Yu, Nan Rongni, and Mu Yingting who had little sense of group responsibility felt proud of it.

People all over the world, and even teams from various countries, have already regarded the Chinese team as the biggest favorite to win the championship. No matter how poorly they performed in the past, they are now rising again.