On the south coast, the warehouse-type secret realm that Leylin broke through before and the laboratory-type secret realm discovered by the old witch are actually small secret realms.
This kind of secret realm generally does not exceed one hundred acres in area, and it is only a place specially used for experiments and storage of materials. No matter what is inside, if you just look at the secret realm itself, the value is undoubtedly the lowest.
And going up, there is a resource-type secret realm. This kind of secret realm has an area of at least 100,000 mu, with a wide area and various terrains, which is convenient for the growth of the resources needed by wizards.
The top-level secret realm is the setting of the secret realm itself with the addition of magic formulas to regulate the growth of animals and plants, so that a single wizard can directly control the entire secret realm!
These are just ordinary situations, and the Dylan Garden that Leylin met before, although the area is relatively small, but it was personally arranged by the Crimson Wizard, the fourth-level morning star, and the price will be different.
"It's a pity! If it is a resource-based secret realm, we will directly occupy it secretly, and then transform the secret realm, tsk tsk... we won't be able to make money by then!"
The copper ring touched his chin, as if he had thought of something extremely beautiful.
"Go dreaming!" The old witch snorted coldly, breaking the copper ring's delusion.
"The larger the area of the secret realm, the higher the cost, and for resource-based secret realms with an area of more than 100,000 mu, even the ancient wizard organizations, few have the financial resources to arrange them..."
"The resource secret realms of the major organizations on the south coast are just finding the shadows of the ancient predecessors and transforming them! If a resource secret realm is found here, we will never be able to eat it, even if we add the entire organization and the back The grown-up in the family can't do it either!"
"Let's go! Even if it's a laboratory-type secret realm, there must be a lot of good things in it, and turning it in is a big contribution, enough for you to exchange for a lot of resources!" Leylin said.
For this small secret realm, the major wizarding organizations have specially assigned tasks.
Whether it is the Four Seasons Garden or the black wizard organization that the old witch belongs to, they are fully capable of eating it, and naturally there will be rewards for the discoverers.
If this was a resource-based secret realm, Leylin might think a little carefully and find a way to save money.
But since it is a small secret realm with a laboratory nature, his desire to occupy it for a long time is not so strong. After all, even if it is occupied, such a small area cannot transform anything at all. Base only.
"The entrance to the secret realm is in a double-storey wooden house in the west of the town!"
The old witch familiarly led the other three people to a two-story wooden structure.
Compared with the small town, this place is even more remote. Weeds are already growing around the villa, and there are a few small animals like moles running past.
"It used to be a bustling street, but thirteen years ago, the residents living in this wooden building died one after another, and sometimes the residents of the town heard women's screams screaming beside the house …so the name of the haunted house and the cursed house spread like wildfire, and the surrounding area gradually became deserted!"
The old witch opened the rotten door, looking a little proud.
"During a trip, I discovered this place, and after several months of investigation, I can be sure that the abnormalities here are all caused by the damage of the defensive witchcraft at the entrance of the secret realm, and the unintentional leakage of pollution energy... "
"According to calculations, today, thirteen years later, the defensive witch array here will be completely destroyed, and all the entrances to the secret realm will be revealed..."
"Therefore, I pretended to be an ordinary person first, bought the house here, and set up a false appearance outside, so that outside wizards would never be able to find it."
Leylin walked around the room while listening to the old witch's narration.
The ground floor is small, with only two or three rooms. The hall is covered with a thick layer of dust and broken furniture. There is a spiral wooden staircase with many holes in the corner, which is the only way to connect the two floors. aisle.
Underneath this decaying scene, Leylin felt a strong negative energy.
This kind of breath was very heterogeneous, and it also carried a smell that Leylin was familiar with.
"Spiritual body! It's still the kind of resentful spirit filled with madness!" Leylin smiled slightly: "This old witch really found a good place!"
"Follow me! Be careful not to touch the black mold spots on the wall, those are trigger spells!"
The old witch led the way and led the three of them up the creaking stairs to the second floor. It seemed that they were very familiar with this place.
The second floor is narrower than the hall below, and only two people can walk side by side in the corridor.
Leylin happened to be with that Jay, and because he was completely wrapped in a cloak and basically silent, Leylin didn't even know his gender.
"This oil painting is the entrance to the entire secret realm of the Soul Slayer Cult!"
At the end of the corridor, the old witch pointed to an oil painting hanging on the wall, then turned her head and said to Leylin and the others.
Leylin couldn't help but focus on this oil painting.
This oil painting depicts an aristocratic woman in full costume, covering half of her face with an exquisite fan.
Due to time and age, the walls are covered with dust and there is a thick gray around the painting.
The whole oil painting uses a green background color, which looks a bit inconsistent with the picture.
Moreover, it seemed to be a problem of angles and lines. After watching for a long time, Leylin suddenly felt that the fan of the noble young woman on the oil painting seemed to move a bit.
Suddenly, the young woman in the oil painting blinked her eyes!
"Is this oil painting alive?"
Leylin lost his voice.
"Are you finally awake?" The old witch approached with a smile.
"Outside peepers, say the password!" The woman in the oil painting blinked again, and a message sounded directly from the hearts of the wizards present.
"Password? Your masters are all dead, now, I want to accept everything in the secret realm!"
The old witch stared at the woman in the oil painting, "If you choose to surrender, there is still a place for you in my collection room!"
"Wrong password!" said the woman in the oil painting, and Leylin keenly noticed that the opening of the fan held by this noble woman seemed to be a little smaller.
"It's just a witchcraft creation! How dare you refuse me!"
Green gleams appeared in the eyes of the old witch, and a group of green fireballs burst out, directly impacting on the oil painting.
"Snapped!"
The moment the green fireball was about to burn to the oil painting, the fan in the lady's hand closed directly, revealing half of her face hidden behind.
To Leylin's surprise, under the beautiful upper half of the woman's face was a nose and lips made of white bones.
This appearance, it seems that the part below the eyes of the woman, the flesh and blood have disappeared without knowing it.
A feeling of extreme contrast and confusion suddenly attacked Leylin's entire chest.
"Ming!!!"
Immediately, the sound of a woman screaming began to fill the entire corridor.
The green fireball collapsed first, turning into dots of green fire, and then extinguished directly in the turbulent air.
"Ding! The main body is under a sound wave attack, the similarity to the Banshee's Howl is 67%, the body movements are abnormal, and the speed of mental power is reduced by 89%..."
The chip projected a red status bar in front of Leylin's eyes.
"The howl of the banshee? Could it be that the prisoner in the oil painting is a real banshee?" Leylin was startled, and then a scarlet light film emerged from his body, blocking the sound waves at once.
Although the ears are still a bit uncomfortable, the body has regained the ability to move.
At this time, a few red tentacles, which looked like intestines, emerged directly from the oil painting and curled towards the nearest copper ring.
"Damn it!" Tong Huan cursed all over, with countless bone spurs protruding from his body, piercing his red intestines and cutting them off on the ground.
"Bone spurs?!" Leylin was startled: "To actually solidify this kind of innate witchcraft, is this copper ring a masochist?"
The bone spur technique is also a first-level witchcraft, and its power is not bad, but the activation conditions are a bit troublesome. It actually needs to proliferate from the wizard's own bones, and it must first pierce the wizard's own muscles before attacking the enemy.
This kind of witchcraft is purely hurting oneself first and then hurting others. Only those lunatics and masochists would choose it.
"I'm going to tear you up, you damn thing!" It could be seen that the copper ring who was forced out of the talent of witchcraft in an instant was very annoyed.
At this moment, white bone spurs appeared all over his body, and he looked like a white sea urchin.
At the same time, under the neck of the copper ring, a layer of green light spread to the whole body, starting to stop bleeding and other aspects of treatment.
"Stop!" Numerous translucent soul bodies emerged from the old witch's body, wrapping around the copper ring one by one, slowing down his speed.
"This oil painting has solidified witchcraft effects. If you tear it up, the entire entrance to the secret realm will completely collapse!"
The old witch's face was serious, "Let me do it!"
In the previous attack of the Banshee's Howl, a circle of black light film appeared on both the old witch and Jay, and it seemed that they didn't suffer much.
"Your Banshee's Howl is very good, but unfortunately, most of the supporting offensive witchcraft circle has collapsed over time, and the rest are useless to us official wizards..."
The old witch looked at the banshee in the oil painting with pity, and at the same time touched the surface of the oil painting with her hands.
Immediately, a bit of purple-black started from the old witch's palm and spread continuously on the oil painting, as if someone had sprinkled a circle of paint on it.
"Come on, baby!"
The old witch spoke softly, her voice soft and charming.
Following her words, the eyes of the banshee in the oil painting became extremely frightened, as if she saw some natural enemy.