As soon as Lu Jun thought, a dark hole opened above his head, and the wind howled.
The black and white ghosts came out, and the black ghost shadows were like two small hills. The blue and black wind howled, and the gray sandstorm rolled up, killing wantonly along the opening torn by the ground dragon.
With two generals and a group of summons, he made a sudden advance in the beast tide and successfully merged with the South African national team and other members.
The black man who was the South African captain gasped: "Which super mage are you?"
At this moment, Lu Jun was fighting with blood, holding up the sky of water, and facing the warriors and demons from all directions. He was under great pressure. Without much explanation, he hurriedly dropped a sentence: "Members of the Huaxia National Team, follow me."
"Ah?" Before the strong black man captain said anything, a thin black man in the team said in disappointment: "Are you from Jiuzhou? Are you a student like us?!"
The thin black boy complained: "What did the African Magic Association do? They sent students here. Now it's over. Even if we want to send a national team, we still need national teams from those powerful magic countries in Europe. What does the Chinese team count?"
The other surviving team members also had ugly faces, and a certain Black Pearl woman almost collapsed.
Hearing this, Mr. Lu laughed angrily, "I'm here to save you. If you don't mind this or that," a pair of eyes swept across several people coldly. The strong soul power brought by the six realms of spiritual realm, as well as the high-level second level curse system Cultivation is overwhelming to everyone.
Buzz!
For an instant, several black people looked horrified, as if they had seen a pair of evil eyes, towering above them.
Seeing that the South African national team was shocked, he snorted coldly and said without looking back: "If you believe it, follow them. If you don't want to, just stay here and wait to die!"
Puff, puff!
The earth dragons surged out around the crowd, forming a mighty yellow torrent and charging out.
It has to be said that the Summoning Beast Tide Summon is really the god of group battles. Hundreds of top-level battles will relieve great pressure on the South African national team.
After a while, Lu Jun led them out of the siege.
Of course, the Desert Fox and Poisonous Fire Scorpion clans had the intention of letting a few people leave. The main reason was that Mr. Lu was too strong. He used water, curses, and summoning firepower, causing heavy casualties to the two clans.
After the leaders weighed the pros and cons, they concluded that this group of outsiders was insignificant compared to their old enemies.
Seeing this scene, the South African national team and others were dumbfounded and surprised by Lu Jun's strength. Most of them were still at the peak of the intermediate level, and only a few of the two or three core players had reached the high level.
Compared to the Huaxia team, all members of the team were already at a high level not long after the training.
Lu Jun's face was calm. Although the two groups combined had more than 2,000 warriors, the pressure they brought was not as much as the four-color demon group.
After all, with the fusion of magic, the commander-level leaders are very difficult to deal with.
If Lu Jun hadn't been able to use the space, soul, and metal elements in order to hide his dual natural elements, he would have really wanted to start a big fight and kill both groups.
Maybe the forty-two warrior essences collected would be enough to light up a fifth-level mid-level magic.
By then, the power of mid-level magic will be comparable to that of high-level magic.
Faced with the shock of members of the South African national team, he replied calmly: "There are also gaps between the national teams."
After the words fell, the thin black boy did not dare to say a word.
The captain of the South African national team thanked him in International Language: "I'm sorry, our team members were presumptuous. Thank you so much for coming to save us."
"No need, just use money to do things. The commission paid by the African Magic Association."
Lu Jun didn't like these people very much and was too lazy to make fun of them.
Then, he said: "It's easy to get lost in the lost world of Sahara. If you still don't believe me, just find your own way out. I'll leave first."
Then Lu Jun deliberately put away the treasure of the triangular dimensional mirror, closed his eyes to sense it, locked his soul from thousands of miles away, and searched for the location of Mo Fan.
He walked in front, and several members of the South African national team looked at each other. They were already exhausted and could no longer continue fighting. They would definitely not be able to do it without following Lu Jun, so they chased after him.
At this time, Lu Jun took advantage of a few people not paying attention and released the Tai'a Divine Sword alone. The killing weapon spirit went back to deal with the two major groups, killing as many as they could, and focusing on the gold element.
After walking for a few minutes in the endless, monotonous desert, everyone saw a figure standing quietly in front of them, and they couldn't help but become vigilant.
Lu Jun ignored the people and walked a few steps quickly. The environment changed and he arrived at Mo Fan.
On the spot, Mo Fan greeted: "Ah, Lao Lu, you are back. I have been away for so long and I can't see you. I thought you were lost."
Lu Jun didn't say anything after hearing this. He actually violated the one-kilometer rule and ran several kilometers away. An ordinary mage would definitely not be able to come back.
Suddenly, Mo Fan suddenly saw several black young men appearing behind Lu Jun, and said in surprise: "Hey, that lost national team, have you found it back?!"
Mo Fan was in an excited mood. The Cape of Good Hope Magic Association had made a statement. As long as the South African national team was rescued, any amount of money would be paid.
He feels that now there is no need to worry about being promoted to the high level of the space system or the chaos system. He wants both, and the whole system is high level! At the same time, the remaining money is estimated to be enough to raise a soul seed.
This is also the reason why the Huaxia Guofu instructor feels that it is dangerous and wants the team members to try it. If they succeed by luck, they will be fat.
The faces of the South African national team members turned red and they saw it as humiliation. They lowered their heads and followed behind Lu Jun and Mo Fan.
They gradually returned and found partners who were anchors one after another, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Yu, Mu Ningxue, and Jiang Shaoxu.
Lu Jun urged: "Act quickly, I have a bad feeling."
The sandstorm spirit will not let everyone go easily. It is as smart as a human being and wants to take the lives of the national team and attract its old friend Dai Wen.
At the moment, the Sandstorm Wraith has not yet reacted. It feels like Nanjue on the border has been forced to move away from the starting point, and these young mages cannot escape from their grasp.
Jiang Shaoxu asked: "Why hasn't Nanjue sent a signal yet? Didn't they agree to send a signal every five minutes?"
"It's been ten minutes now. How can we anchor the exit without signal?"
Just when everyone decided to wait, 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 spirit."
"What?!" Everyone was horrified after hearing the captain's words: "Then we are lost in the desert?"
Jiang Yu said with a trembling voice: "Moreover, there is a monarch-level supreme creature wandering nearby, eyeing humans with covetousness, and can be encountered at any time?!!"
"I'll wipe it." Zhao Manyan jumped to his feet and said with a cry: "I knew that following Mo Fan would be bad. If I had known better, I wouldn't have followed him in."
Although the South African national team and others next to them could not understand Chinese, they saw the drastic change in their expressions and guessed that something was wrong.
The strong black man, the captain of South Africa, was anxious and asked in polite words, "Excuse me, what happened?"
And the skinny black boy simply mocked: "Hehehe, I thought you were so strong. Are you just like us and lost in the Sahara?"
(End of chapter)
