Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

Long Yi couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Sure enough~!"

The last time he was in the [Entry], Long Yi had already noticed that the state of the God of Fate was not right, but unfortunately, the lingering general at that time was only in the realm of Xiaocheng, and now he has reached the realm of Dacheng.

Once the ghost eyes are opened, there are no taboos.

At this glance, everything about the essence of being connected to God fell into his eyes.

It can be clearly seen that although there are cracks as thick as a cow's hair.

But it is real.

Ka Ka Ka! ! !four two three

The chains of black and white impermanence are on the body of the Fate God, and the more they are bound, the tighter they become.

There are countless mysterious and abnormal powers on it.

That power is like the lamentation of the kingdom of the dead, and the elegy of the world of the dead.

A light unit black texture is intertwined on the chain.

Vaguely, the word 'Yan Luo' seemed to flash past the chain.

The space seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.

Everything in the world began to wither under this breath.

It's like pulling all beings into the chilling autumn that makes all reincarnations.

"This kind of power!!! Impossible~!!! This kind of power of existence goes against Big Brother's 'definition' and this kind of magic spirit does not exist at all!!!"

"Impossible!!! Impossible!!!!"

The God of Fate let out bursts of mourning under the chains, like a wounded lone wolf.

At this moment, this 'god' who plays with people's hearts and controls desire is like the group of mortals he despises the most, shouting hysterically.

Long Yi indifferently looked at the God of Destiny who was constantly struggling because of despair, pulling the entire space incessantly.

Mouth pursed slightly.

"

In fact, I have always been interested in the big brother you mentioned, but looking at your appearance, I have no intention of saying it. "

"But, it doesn't matter, anyway, I will know."

Long Yi's left hand slowly lifted.

The endless night, breaking through the layers of the void, seems to have heard the call of Long Yi.

It slowly gathered between his palms, like a black curtain, covering the world.

Zizizi! ! ! !

That power is accompanied by a mysterious and incomparable breath, and then flows slowly.

With the appearance of that breath, as powerful as black and white impermanence stopped the chain in his hand.

Facing Long Yi with a lazy look on his face.

He fell to the ground without hesitation.

The magic power of the whole body began to converge rapidly.

It was as if he was kneeling and worshiping his supreme god.

Even Fate God's expression froze at this moment.

His consciousness froze slightly at this moment.

The curse spirit's instinct told him.

In front of him, the power gathered in Long Yi's hands.

Has the power to drive all spirits in the world.

If his curse is complete, he still has a chance to resist.

But at the moment.

Because he excluded the insignificant curse outside the [door], he made himself weak.

Although a trace.

But enough to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"This is not a spell!!! This is definitely not a spell!! I have seen the magic spell many times, and I have never had this kind of power!!"

"A mere human!!! A mere human!!! Why is there such power!! Who the hell are you!!! Who are you!!!!"

The God of Fate looked at the power that kept spreading and floating in Long Yi's hands in despair.

The silence in his voice has completely flowed out.

True despair is never the moment when hope is dashed.

But seeing everything in front of him, step by step toward the established result, and powerless.

This truth was already understood by the God of Fate when he played with people's hearts in ancient times.

but.

When he bestowed that deep-rooted despair to those reptiles in his eyes.

Never thought of one day.

Such a dilemma of life and death would appear on him.

"Curse Spirit Manipulation? I never said, what kind of so-called Curse Spirit Maneuver is my technique~"

Long Yi looked at the despairing god of fate.

Although the voice was very soft, it was clearly heard by the God of Fate.

"My technique, called restraining the spirit and sending generals, is not only an existence that can be compared to the magic spell."

"Everything in the world has a spirit. When everything is born, it is a spirit, and after death, it is an undead. You are born in a curse, and you grow into a cursed spirit in resentment..."

"And my detained spirit dispatcher can control all spirits in the world except living beings."

"Whether it's an undead, an elves, or a curse spirit, after meeting me, it's like seeing the sky~!!!"

Ka Ka Ka! ! !

Rumble boom! ! !

The moment the voice fell.

The power of restraining the spirit in Long Yi's hand exploded in an all-round way.

The terrifying aura quickly spread with the domineering domineering of the world.

The entire space trembled slightly under that endless night.

The creepy power seems to devour the [door] that has existed for thousands of years.

The space began to ripple.

That power spread like a tide to the God of Fate.

Gollum! !

Goo la la la! !

The power of restraint is pervasive, in the desperate eyes of the god of fate.

The domineering will that can master any spirit, constantly invades his body.

The curse in the deepest part of his body began to gradually get a haze.

Is that power of restraint, slowly flowing in along the faint crack on the curse.

His consciousness appeared a little trance.

The originally chaotic eyes began to become more turbid.

It was a kind of eternal night that was far purer than darkness, and it swept through his eyes.

"This spell! Why does it exist in this world!!"

"I'm not reconciled!!! I'm not reconciled!!!"

After the God of Fate uttered this last weak roar, the last chaos in his eyes was also swallowed up by the eternal night from the endless abyss.

pat~!

His body slumped weakly.

The breath on his body gradually became stable, and he looked a bit silly.

"Arrest~"

Long Yi spit out a word.

The body of the god of fate actually floated out from the countless black ribbons.

The seal of the [door] is to prevent the curse spirit from getting out of trouble.

But at the moment, this ban has concluded that the God of Fate has completely lost the threat, so he is not imprisoned with him.

The huge head of the God of Fate floated in front of Long Yi.

Like an obedient pet.

"Tell you a secret, I have eight such spells!!!"

pat! ! .

Chapter 145

After all, Long Yi's big hand waved abruptly above the head of the God of Fate.