The green portal slowly closed.
Chen Long, Tru, and Xiaoyu were a little confused. Dad left too fast this time and didn't even leave any explanation. They were still a little unaccustomed to it.
Luo Qing looked to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun slowly dissipated at this moment.
The round moon climbed high into the sky at some point and shed its bright moonlight, bringing a sense of healing to the broken city.
"Xue" Luo Qing planned to call Xue Yi to go with him. After all, Xue Yi was very strong and could help him even in a weak state.
"I want to go too!" Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing and said with some expectation.
Dad doesn't dare to make requests, but Luo Qing is different. After all, he is the same age.
"No, it's too dangerous. Xiaoyu, you have to go back to the hotel with me. These matters should be left to powerful people."
Chen Long grabbed the hood of Xiaoyu's sweatshirt and seriously rejected her proposal.
Although he did not follow him to the capital, he had already felt the danger of those evil gods just after the birth of the Mirror God.
If his father hadn't opened his mouth, even Luo Qing would have wanted to stop him. After all, he was still a child.
"But Uncle Long, I can also do magic." Xiaoyu said and stretched out his hand, and the peach blossom mark instantly turned into a staff: "I also captured more than 20 magicians in front of me and sent them to prison. "
Chen Long paused, but still did not compromise: "If it doesn't work, it won't work."
Xiaoyu struggled slightly, and after realizing that she would be lifted up and slipped away at any time, she lowered her head in frustration, looking lost.
Luo Qing thought for a while and did not refute Chen Long. He gestured to the group of tied people not far away and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, you and Uncle Long should send the second batch of magicians you captured into the prison now." Prison, bloody clothes, come with me.”
A flash of blood flashed from Xiaoyu's body directly to Luo Qing's back, staying with the more than forty evil ghost tattoos that had returned to their original positions after Daolong arrived.
"Ah~ why is this like this?"
Xiaoyu complained in a low voice, and at the same time she blamed Chen Long in her heart. She obviously didn't catch the hat before.
Luo Qing didn't say anything more, turned around, the rabbit spell exploded, disappeared instantly, and headed straight to the west.
China is a big country, in every sense of the word.
It is clear that a city inhabited by millions of people has fallen into despair brought by God, but other cities on the road are still peaceful and have not been affected at all.
Xueyi appeared behind Luo Qing, hugging his neck tightly, and his bloody hair was messed up by the wind under the rapid advance of the rabbit charm.
"Luo Qing, help me find the Mayan Sun Disk."
Xueyi's voice was a little muffled, as if he was depressed, or something else.
Luo Qing paused and slowed down a little. Feeling the reviving dark atmosphere in the desert to the west, he asked with some confusion: "Mayan Sun Disk? What is that?"
He recalled his memory, and it seemed that the term did not appear, but he felt that it was very familiar and strange, and he always felt that he had heard it somewhere.
"The Mayan Sun Wheel is an object on the altar where the sun god's crown descends. It records the viewing time. However, it withstood the divine power when the sun god's crown descended and established a deep connection with the sun. It is a sacred object of the Mayan civilization. With With it, the princess can awaken her former divine power."
Xueyi's tone was a little yearning, and the hand holding Luo Qing's neck tightened, as if she had seen the Earth Mother Goddess that she had never seen in the legend.
Luo Qing was startled. It was Xiaoyu's equipment again. The magic book represented the shadow, the mahogany staff represented the saint, plus the god of roulette, this was going to be super godly.
"I know, I will let the black hand look for it." Luo Qing nodded and said. Since he felt familiar but had never heard of it, it is most likely that it is the vague fragments in the memory of the time traveler. In this case, it will not be difficult to find.
"Thank you, I can feel Princess Mian's dependence on the shadow. Now the world is recovering faster and faster. Even Princess Mian's magical talent cannot quickly reach the power to match the world. If you only use the power of Shadow all the time, Power, that will definitely cause problems."
Xueyi said very sincerely, with sincere gratitude in her tone. Hatred made her an evil spirit, but it didn't mean that she just wanted to fall into hatred. Now the princess is everything to her, the only one in her life. Light.
"It should be." Luo Qing responded softly, but his speed slowed down suddenly. He murmured solemnly: "Do you feel it?"
The gratitude on Xueyi's face quickly disappeared, replaced by the same solemn look as Luo Qing. She flew to Luo Qing's side and looked at the black clouds above the desert in front of her: "What is this? Good. Special aura. "
Ahead, outside the ancient city called Gar, there was a stretch of yellow sand, and the endless desert was shrouded in darkness. The feeling given to the two of them was even stronger than the oppression of the Mirror God.
"Corruption, deathly silence, and power." Xueyi analyzed the feeling the breath gave her, with some hesitation on her face.
Someone has noticed something unusual in the city below. Many pedestrians who were either spending their days leisurely or walking in a hurry raised their heads and looked at the black clouds to the east of the city with serious expressions on their faces.
Then their footsteps became even more hurried, adding a little more urgency to the peaceful city. People who live near the desert know that this kind of weather is generally a precursor to the coming of sandstorms. They need to return home and close the doors and windows to escape. This natural disaster.
Luo Qing's face was full of solemnity. He stopped directly on the tallest building in the city, looked at the natural disaster in the distance, and solemnly uttered four words: "Necromancer!"
Xueyi trembled, and there was something unnatural in his eyes. As a member of the undead creatures, if there is a profession that restrains them the most, it has never been gods or angels, but mages who are born with full undead affinity, that is, they have been broken. The inherited necromancer!
This profession is very strange. It was never something born from the world of the dead.
All necromancers are from a group outside the realm of the dead. They seem to be naturally chosen by the undead. Although they are living beings, they are favored and favored by the dead.
Even irrational evil spirits will never harm such people, but will instinctively help them when they are in danger.
Just like a born leader.
They bring misfortune to their families when they are born. All necromancers in this world are either orphans or stillborn.
Because in ancient times, if a person or any race appeared to be born undead, as long as they had the ability, they would burn the child to death.
This is also the reason why necromancers are rare and powerful, and the lich transformed by a powerful mage is actually a low-end version of the necromancer, so a real necromancer can also use the lich as a summon.
"After the world of the dead was shattered, there shouldn't be necromancers in this world. How could it be?" Xueyi couldn't help but ask.
But looking at the thickening dark clouds and the increasingly weird smell in front of her, she was still speechless.
After all, the aura that wanted her to get close to him was not fake, and this was not something that could be compared to the fake necromancer.
Those necromancers who rely on acquired practice are just a type of mage. They can't even learn the signature undead ultimate move [Disaster of the Undead].
The [Death Canopy] developed by later generations is just a low-end version of the undead natural disaster.
This profession only depends on fate!
"A secret realm is opening. This necromancer may have become undead. He may have existed in the era of the Holy Lord. Fortunately, the necromantic realm no longer exists." Luo Qing thought of Nora, the succubus queen. Another remnant of the age of gods and demons has been opened.
The recovery of the world is steadily improving, and more and more ancient existences are bound to recover, and all he has to do is to control these recoveries and keep the world's improvement speed at a controllable state.
As for the tasks on the order side, he actually didn't care that much. Everything must be controlled.
Xue Yi thought of something and felt relieved: "Yes, fortunately the world of the dead no longer exists."
It is very easy for a born necromancer to call upon the world of the dead. All the dead who have no wisdom in the world of the dead will come to protect them without hesitation when called by this born king.
The call of the necromancer is even more effective than the words of some undead lords.
Luo Qing stopped talking and looked at the scene in front of him, somewhat silently.
The wind blew up the yellow sand, and the yellow sand rolled up the black mist. The black mist shrouded the world. The city underfoot had lost its vitality. Every household closed its doors and windows, giving the necromancer enough cards.
Buzz~
A trembling feeling came over, and the strong sense of ruin in the desert became more and more obvious. Among the countless interlayers of space, a secret realm slowly opened its mysterious veil. The aura of the dead was like ink in water. The color spread out, gradually rendering the entire desert.
This may be the reason why this area has become a desert. In such a strong necromantic atmosphere, no plants can survive. Even the cacti, which are frequent visitors to the desert, have dried up under the black mist.
The dead soul corresponds to all living things.
Luo Qing's eyes became more and more silent. He reached out and grabbed Xueyi's slightly trembling arm, pressed her on his shoulder to become a tattoo, and then stepped from the highest point of the city.
The aura of evil spirits flickered, and he stepped into the void with one step, and actually advanced a thousand meters away, just like the legendary immortal magic shrinking into an inch, which made people feel surprised.
Step~
The second step fell, and a huge darkness gradually appeared behind Luo Qing. This was what appeared after Luo Qing broke through to the Great Evil Spirit, and it was a realm unique to him.
Things like Quinn's rain curtain, Holy Lord's burning cloud, and the black mist of the necromancer in front of him.
The emergence of this kind of field makes it easier for its owner to take advantage of the home field, and it can also be regarded as a status symbol and unique.
Even if there are two realms with the same appearance, you can still feel the difference between them, just like the necromancer in front and the lich that first revived. Although they are both black clouds, they feel different.
In Luo Qing's domain, pairs of eyes are looming, as if there are countless evil ghosts peeping at the outside world, but it does not give people a sense of trembling, but a sense of majesty and indifference.
Like the legendary underworld, although evil spirits are rampant, it is orderly, fearful but not afraid.
Ahead, black mist gradually poured into the city. The rotten and dead atmosphere corroded some of the green plants outside the city, causing their vitality to drain away rapidly. Wherever the black mist went, not a single blade of grass grew.
In the sky above Luo Qing, the black clouds are getting bigger and bigger. Although a lot of evil spirit power was used to defeat the Mirror God, the current field still vaguely forms a confrontation with the black mist.
The great evil spirit cannot be called weak in any era. It is in a realm above the great mage and has completely broken away from the lower level. In the world of the dead, it can be called a great lord, ruling over a group of undead.
Buzz~
The tremors in the space became more and more violent, the black mist in front became thicker, and the strong atmosphere of corruption and death made people feel suffocated.
Step~
After another sound of footsteps in the void sounded, Luo Qing had to stop, but he also blocked the black mist full of deathly silence outside the city.
Although he is not a good person, he does not want to see human beings in ruins. After all, no matter what, he is still a human being, and selfish people are also human beings.
Of course, if there is a large area of death, then the Necromancer will make the enemy feel that the whole world is the enemy.
The undead natural disaster is not just a powerful trick, it is also the respect that the world has for the profession of the undead mage.
Any necromancer who grows up is a walking natural disaster.
That's why when Luo Qing's physique was awakening, he was so excited when Daolong talked about the Necromancer. This is really a top profession, a top profession that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
Boom~
After a buzzing sound, in the center of the black fog ahead, an ancient and desolate door slowly opened a gap, with wisps of purple light surging inside. The thick black fog almost buried the restless yellow sand, and soon It’s hard to imagine that this place is still a desert.
Strong heart palpitations intertwined with a sense of closeness, Luo Qing's eyes gradually changed from indifferent to complex, this level of closeness and power.
I can only say that three is okay.
Fortunately, the world of the dead is gone, fortunately the necromancer has become undead, fortunately it is only a legendary necromancer.
This apocalyptic era cannot bear the emergence of a true necromancer.
The black energy between heaven and earth became active, even more exaggerated than when the Mirror God came out. The black energy slowly overwhelmed the righteous energy and rose to a higher balance.
Squeak~
The sound of the door opening sounded, and in the portal in the center of darkness, purple light reflected a tall figure in black robes.
It holds a staff that is almost the same height as it and wears a tattered black robe. From a distance, it looks very much like the legendary God of Death who harvests life.
It just stood there, with no facial expression visible at all, giving people an endless sense of oppression. The endless black mist began to advance again, constantly squeezing Luo Qing's domain.
Luo Qing's eyes became more and more complicated. The most special existence in the world of the dead, a kind of natural king from the outside world, has officially revived!
Luo Qing did not flinch, and took an ordinary step forward. The powerful domain forcibly blocked the progress of the black mist, stopping it outside the city.
Behind him were thousands of lights, the easiest way to strengthen the Necromancer, and he couldn't get out of the way.
Although this step was stepping on the void, it seemed to attract the attention of the necromancer.
Squeak~
Behind it, it seemed as if the door to the abyss was slowly closing, and the eyes hidden under the hood slowly looked this way.
A powerful feeling of palpitations came over him instantly, making Luo Qing feel extremely oppressed, as if he was facing a natural enemy.
"Evil spirit?"
A hoarse, dry voice, as if it had not been spoken for tens of thousands of years, penetrated the realm and resounded directly in Luo Qing's mind. The horse charm on his chest burst out with light, as if it was resisting something very bad. .
Luo Qing's eyes became calmer and calmer. He looked at the undead mage and said calmly: "I think we should talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of iron chains clicked behind him, and the huge divine chain of order began to coil, as if in a demonstration, almost instantly covering the city behind him, exuding the unique pressure of order.
"order."
This time the voice did not cause the Horse Talisman to explode with magical power. It was still the same ugly, hoarse voice that became calmer. It seemed that only Luo Qing could make it interested in talking.
Click click click.
The sound of the Divine Chain of Order resounded unabashedly throughout the desert, and the strong aura of order began to invade the realm of the undead without any shame.
A monocle appeared in Luo Qing's left eye, and he walked in the void with an expressionless face. He walked forward step by step. He was looking down at the necromancer, as a necromancer!
The necromancer paused. Wrapped in the endless black mist, it was obviously the height of a normal adult, but it did not appear thin at all. Instead, it was filled with a sense of oppression. He slightly raised his head and looked at Luo Qing, who was slowly approaching, and spoke in a hoarse voice. He said the next two words: "Saint!"
The order of heaven and earth gathered at this moment. Under the cover of the Moon Demon Glasses, it was no surprise that the basic information of the Necromancer was obtained.
[Name: Orr.
Race: Undead.
Strength: Legend.
Order: Generally speaking, credibility cannot be judged if order is not followed or violated.
Evaluation: The lucky person selected by the undead world has the responsibility to expand the undead world, has the power to mobilize the undead under the legend, and can enter into an equal contract with the legendary undead. Before it becomes undead, no legendary undead will. reject it.
It was resurrected at the end of the Dharma and possesses the world's top strength. Saints under the king should stay away when encountering it.
The King of the Dead, a born leader, you don't want to know the consequences of messing with him.
Under the natural disaster of the undead, maybe the king should temporarily avoid the edge? 】
Looking at the introduction of Necromancer Orr, Luo Qing's pupils shrank, but his eyes became calmer. This Necromancer seemed to be a little too powerful.
But this is not the reason for him to escape. Let the natural disaster of the undead rage, and the current Blue Star will collapse directly. No one can escape unless they go to the depths of the universe.
Luo Qing stepped closer and gradually entered the darkness. The current city was only protected by the weak divine chains of order.
It was a chain summoned by his order level. As long as the necromancer thought about it, it would be broken with just a slight dash.
The necromancer didn't know what to think, and just watched Luo Qing approaching step by step. Except for the black mist that surged faster and faster, he didn't even get angry.
Luo Qing still approached slowly. When he was less than a kilometer away from the Necromancer, he stopped, looked down at it with flat eyes, and repeated in an indifferent tone: "I think we should talk."
The necromancer raised his head and looked at Luo Qing quietly. His face could not be seen clearly under his hood, but he could strangely feel his emotions, which were calm and depressed.
It didn't speak for a long time, but its depression gradually became irritable, and it seemed to be dissatisfied with the weird evil spirit above.
As the order introduces, how can a born leader be willing to succumb to others?
You must know that the necromancers born in the late era of gods and demons were most likely sealed after the gods and demons disappeared.
That also means that there are no eight demons and eight immortal gods on it. This kind of existence is often more arrogant than the roots of the era of gods and demons.
Even if it is the legendary order, it doesn't think highly of it.
There was no change in Luo Qing's indifferent eyes. He still looked down at it indifferently and solemnly, quietly waiting for its answer.
The necromancer's calmness was being worn away. Two scarlet soul fires seemed to be ignited under its completely dark hood, staring closely at Luo Qing.
In the sky, the black clouds belonging to Luo Qing were being swallowed up by the black mist, and the chain of order outside the city also made a creaking sound as it was overwhelmed.
Luo Qing glanced back, then turned back calmly, his tone still calm, but with some elegance like a doctor: "Mr. Orr, you seem to be fighting against order. This is not a good choice."
As he spoke, a golden ball emerged from the void beside him, staring into the eyes of the powerful necromancer below.
In just an instant, the necromancer's rage to destroy everything was stopped, and the divine chain of order outside the city that seemed to be about to be broken suddenly became strong, firmly blocking the black mist.
The Necromancer seems to have never seen an existence with a stronger sense of death and silence than it. If its death and silence are only directed at living creatures, then the golden ball above is directed at everything, even the world and order.
Buzz~
The Weapon of Destruction seemed to feel that it had been provoked, and it seemed that it felt the delicious taste of the guy in front of him. The scarlet lines on its body lit up.
Every time a red streak lights up, the dead silence around the Destruction Device becomes stronger, and the silence that seems to swallow the world becomes stronger. The only thing that remains unchanged is the blue but indifferent eyes.
When the fifth red streak spread all over the weapon of destruction, the necromancer couldn't help but shift his gaze. Even the two scarlet flames under the black hood slowly extinguished, and the entire undead looked much more stable. .
When the seventh red stripe on the weapon of destruction lit up, Luo Qing could clearly see that the necromancer looked at him again, and his tone became solemn: "Saint, we can talk."
Luo Qing's expression did not change, and the weapon of destruction beside him slowly changed its appearance and flew into his hand.
Now that Luo Qing has broken through to the Great Evil Spirit, he may be able to try the effect of the seven-layer seal.
When Barrett appeared and pointed his indifferent eyes and gun at the Necromancer, the air in the whole world suddenly became quiet.
The body of the necromancer suddenly became illusory at this moment. The desert shrouded in black mist suddenly burst into flames, and a heart-stopping power spread instantly in the sky.
The yellow sand hidden under the black mist was constantly churning, and densely packed skeletons were like the king's soldiers, covering the entire desert in an instant.
This is the core talent of the Necromancer [Undead Scourge]!
It's not over yet.
There was a burst of black energy between heaven and earth, followed by cheers, and another powerful will slowly revived when the necromancer rekindled the scarlet soul flame.
Bloodthirsty, ancient atmosphere looms in the desert, and it seems that the second legend is also resurrecting.
Luo Qing looked at the necromancer in the illusory state for a long time, then suddenly put away the weapon of destruction, and the expression on his face gradually changed from indifferent to gentle.
He slowly descended from his flying height. The black mist and endless skeletons beneath his feet continued to shrink due to his descent, making way for an area large enough for him to stand.
Luo Qing raised his hand, and another breath of order loomed, and a gentle voice sounded in this desert that was full of death but extremely silent.
"Mr. Saint, do you need help?"
The words of the Night Doctor always seemed to make people feel at ease. Luo Qing smiled gently and said: "Mr. Epidemic Doctor is not needed for the time being. I think this powerful man in front of me who is about to touch the balance is qualified to sit down and talk with the Saint."
Doctor Ye stopped talking after a gentle voice: "Mr. Saint, just make the decision. Doctors always have one heart."
Luo Qing smiled and turned around, looking straight at the powerful necromancer in front of him. He completely lost his aloof indifference and asked with some elegance: "What do you think, Mr. Orr?"
Al nodded, and it slowly sat back. The countless skeletons and endless black mist around it were disappearing, and the resurrecting bloodthirsty legend also disappeared at this moment.
When it sat on the throne made of bones, the black fog in the sky and the black fog covering the earth disappeared. At the same time, the hostility from above disappeared.
Luo Qing closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his condition completely relieved. He took two steps forward and stopped when he was a hundred meters away from Orr.
He sat back, and suddenly the black and white chains of order were entangled into a black and white iron throne, making him sit on an equal footing with it.
Even though Luo Qing was just an evil spirit, even though he was just a mage, he had played the cards one by one, and now the right to speak fell into his hands.
Although the two are hundreds of meters apart, everyone knows that for their level, this distance is actually no different from sitting on the same table.
Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other. Time passed slowly, until a wisp of breeze blew by and stirred up a slight amount of yellow sand, breaking the silence in the field.
The gentleness on Luo Qing's face gradually became sincere, and he asked softly: "Does Mr. Orr have a goal for this recovery?"
——
It was different from the tense but peaceful situation at Luo Qing.
Dad looked at the appearance of the legendary Monkey Valley with a solemn look on his face.
According to records and legends, there was once a powerful legendary wizard named Holy Blood. Because he was too obsessed with the study of the wizard's truth, he gave up the way of survival as a lich, and eventually his life span came to an end.
This holy blood wizard is not actually an evil wizard. All his cruelty and kindness stem from the truth.
He devoted his whole life to the study of truth, and the reason for giving up the near-eternal life of the lich was also very simple. The lich could not follow the path of the wizard, and it was not his idea to live on.
In the eyes of such a wizard who pursues the truth extremely, if the truth of the wizard cannot be explored, then there is no meaning of existence.
Therefore, he stored all his magic power and knowledge reserves in the legendary Monkey Valley. Only those who fit his philosophy can find this Monkey Valley, and are considered candidates for his successor.
And this candidate still needs to accept his tailor-made test before he can finally obtain his inheritance.
This legend attracted many wizards to visit China because the accurate address was given in the legend.
But for 30,000 years, people have been looking for the legendary Monkey Valley every year, but the strange thing is that without exception, no one has found it. Even if someone has found it, those who participated in the test have never come out again.
This adds another layer of mystery and horror to the legend of Monkey Valley.
But now the road full of magical fluctuations appeared in front of him, and there was a vague warning in the fog ahead, which made his father feel worried and solemn at the same time.
It is known that all the abnormalities appearing here are caused by the Holy Lord, and on the premise of not accepting the younger brother, what is the purpose of the Holy Lord?
He couldn't just grind through the forbidden area casually, could he? The Holy Lord is not that free.
If it is connected with the mysterious road leading to the Monkey Valley, then many of the Holy Lord's behaviors are still weird, but they do not seem meaningless.
At least Luo Qing was held back, right?
A breeze blew by at this time, faintly blowing away some of the fog, but the white mist quickly put a white veil on the trees and flowers in front.
This also stunned Dad. He raised his head and looked up in confusion, then lowered his head to hide his eyes so that his emotions could not be seen.
But my father's steps began to take a step forward, and he walked towards the unknown road with slight footsteps.
"Hey, grandpa, where are you going?"
Suddenly, a childish voice came over, causing Dad to stop abruptly.
He slowly turned his head and could barely see a petite figure in the white mist through his reading glasses. Judging from his voice and size, he was a little human boy.
The father has always been gentle to his children, but the emotion in his somewhat cloudy eyes at the moment is a bit incomprehensible: "Child, is there anyone around here?"
"Yes, our village has always lived in Monkey Valley. Grandpa, are you going to our village?" There was a hint of innocence in the young voice, as if he was completely unprepared.
The father paused for a moment and couldn't help but look up at the sky. He said gently: "Let everyone in the village leave. There is no need for guards here."
"But... we have been living here for a long, long time. We have been living here since Haohao was born. Why should we leave?" The child's voice was a little at a loss.
The father sighed, shook his head and said: "The end of the Dharma era is coming, and many inheritance places are consuming their power. Now there are demons coming, and the inheritance of Monkey Valley is about to disappear. If you don't understand, go back and tell your family. , you only have one stick of incense to think about it, dad’s words can only go so far.”
Talking about playing, he turned around silently, green light flashed in his hand, and an arm-long incense was lit. The smoke was absorbed by the surrounding white mist. Dad inserted the incense on the ground and slowly walked deeper into the white mist. .
A breeze flashed by, blowing the mist, turning the green grass in front of the road and the incense rising behind it a little scarlet.
The footsteps gradually moved away, and behind him, a child wearing coarse linen clothes squatted in front of the incense stick, looking at the incense with curiosity on his face.
After thinking for a while, he picked up the burning incense stick and ran to the left side of the road.
The sadness in Dad's eyes, which had reached the depths of the thick fog, disappeared a little, a smile appeared on his lips, and his steps even became a little brisker.
Tap tap tap.
As Dad continued to approach, the landscape in front of him gradually changed. The terrain slowly became higher at first, and then slowly became lower after walking for a while. The only thing that remained unchanged was the endless white surroundings. Fog, and trees everywhere.
The depth continued, and suddenly, the landform that gradually turned into a basin suddenly shook.
A pair of scarlet eyes appeared out of nowhere, staring at him gloomily.
"what have you done?"
The Holy Lord's somewhat depressed voice sounded. It was either the variable or the old man. He had had enough of this world.
It was obviously his calamity year, but everything went wrong for him. Nothing went smoothly, and accidents happened every time.
A smile appeared on Dad's face: "Dad just completed the unnecessary test."
"Although the guardian clan is only used for testing, it will also take away half of the magic power of the holy blood. Your plan will fail the holy master."
Dad said calmly, and a dried puffer fish that had already lit up with green light appeared in his hand: "But Dad wants to thank you. After all, without your forced intrusion, Dad would not have been able to get in, so Dad will give you a magic Bar."
In an instant, the Holy Master's expression changed. It was restraining magic and restraining magic. This old man was even more annoying than that variable. Although he was using external force, he was made of hard steel, not like this old man.
Without thinking, he disappeared directly on the spot. The next moment, the fog in the entire Monkey Valley Basin burst out, and even the earth began to tremble.
Three behemoths slowly broke out of the ground. They were three stone statues of monkeys. Their whole bodies were purple. They were already 500 meters tall when they were sitting, and their width was 300 meters in diameter.
The movements of the three monkey stone statues are very strange. The middle stone statue covers its ears with both hands, the left stone statue covers its mouth with both hands, and the right stone statue covers its eyes.
It seems to represent, don't see, don't listen, don't speak. This statement comes from the Analects of Confucius, but now they exude a powerful demonic energy, completely lacking the artistic conception in the saint's classics.
Everything around him is being broken, the fog is dissipating, and the earth is cracking, as if some long-lasting spell is being destroyed.
"Ahhhhh."
A cry of pleasure and pain sounded in the distance, followed closely by a cry of the same emotion.
"Ahhhhh."
"Ahhhhh."
The sound gradually changed from human to sharp, not like a human voice, to a bit like a monkey. The pain in the strong cry gradually invaded the sound of pleasure.
Buzz~
The Holy Lord looked at the three monkeys at his feet with a gloomy expression. They all opened the parts they were covering, and powerful demonic energy spurted crazily towards the source of the distant screams.
Those damn monkeys!
These people are the guardians arranged by the Holy Blood Wizard for his inheritance. In fact, they are guards rather than guinea pigs.
The Holy Blood Wizard left many answers, and these answers were to be completed in a village guarding Monkey Mountain.
The Holy Blood Wizard will arrange for people to guide the creatures who can see the Monkey Valley to the village. When they enter the village, they will make a difficult choice. Kill the village, or live with the residents of the village until no one knows how long. arrival.
The two choices represent two different paths. Although the Holy Blood Wizard is a black energy wizard, he himself never distinguishes between good and evil.
If you kill the wizards or wizards in the village, you will accept a hell-difficulty mission. That kind of mission is almost the last thing every wizard or wizard wants to see.
After living with the villagers for ten years, the test is relatively simple.
The reason is also very simple. The choice of kindness means that they can endure loneliness. This is the most valuable and basic character of a mage or wizard.
The choice of evil made the holy blood wizard see impatience. If he did not have the absolute strength to face his heart, he would not be able to inherit his desire to study the true meaning of wizards.
All the wizards or mages who came in due to accidents, 100% of the time, chose to pick up the butcher's knife, because ten years is too long for those who are eager to see the inheritance.
What's more, they don't know the ten-year deadline.
Therefore, the monkeys that turned into humans in that village were slaughtered again and again, and their numbers continued to increase.
The Holy Blood Wizard is pure and has no mercy in using waste. Those who cannot inherit his mantle are all adding strength to his seal period.
This is also the reason why Dad took out the incense, because Dad had already seen a lot of things when he saw the child for the first time.
This feeling is very strange, like there is some kind of guidance.
Just like he should have known that the little boy would agree, he should have known everything.
The father raised his head and looked at the Holy Lord. He smiled slightly and waved, and the emerald green magic on the dried puffer fish in his hand instantly hit the Holy Lord.
This is a magic that removes the physical restrictions of the Holy Lord. The only side effect is to send the Holy Lord back to hell.
But at this moment, the anger and fear in the Holy Master's eyes disappeared. He calmly watched his father's magic coming to him, and then looked at his father indifferently, watching the green light beam being blocked by the rich black energy.
"Ha." The Holy Lord said somewhat silently: "Even if the top legend loses half of its power, it is not something that a mere archmage can break."
Dad paused. He was really not in a high mood today. The moon in the sky seemed to be a little brighter at this time.
Dad recited the spell in a leisurely and unhurried manner: "Go away, monsters and monsters, leave now!"
The Holy Lord looked at his father in silence, feeling the wizard's energy dissipating faster and faster under his body, and irritability gradually appeared in his eyes.
He didn't bother to care about what his father was doing. He turned around and threw his hands away. The huge fireball burned some trees and hit the place where the screams were coming.
Buzz~
A strong roar and screams sounded at the same time, and the three stone monkeys under him, who were obviously more than one-third smaller, resumed their previous movements again.
Don’t listen, don’t speak, don’t see.
The Holy Lord and the father also looked at each other at this time. The two knew about the battle for the inheritance of the Holy Blood Wizard.
It starts now!
(End of chapter)
