Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

The unruly voice of the Zen Temple rang suddenly.

Crunch! !

The originally closed window was pushed open by a force.

A big hand suddenly appeared on the windowsill.

Peng! !

Then, the silhouettes flickered.

The Zen courtyard was like a black thunder that instantly appeared on the sofa.

He still held a bottle of cold beer in his hand.

"Yo~ long time no see~"

Qin Erhun put his feet on the coffee table generously, and his neat suit was also wrinkled by him, like a middle-aged unhappy uncle.

Drunk looking at Long Yi of the Zen Temple.

Long Yi also guessed the temperament of Ji Er, and nodded slightly to say hello.

"Senior Chen, who is Tian Yuan, and can he actually change the situation in the entire magic world?"

Qihai Jianren first respectfully saluted a junior, and then asked impatiently.

Zhen Er may have gotten used to this very dead junior.

Taking a sip of beer.

"Tianyuan, is the oldest known spellcaster in the world. It is said that he already existed in the world when the age of the spellcaster just arose."

"The spell he masters is called the spell of immortality."

Hearing this, Qi Hai Jianren's face showed a bit of surprise.

An existence that has lived for thousands of years? ?

Undead spell? ?

Shi Er's words made Qi Hai Jianren unimaginable. Although his mind was extremely mature, he still had little experience.

It is still far from being able to touch the existence of this level of Tianyuan.

"After living for thousands of years, his strength is really strong."

"Compared to the boss, who is stronger!!"

Qi Hai Jianren muttered to himself.

The magic that has survived for thousands of years, the magic power reserve in its body must far exceed the limit that can be imagined by human beings today.

Thousands of years of accumulation of magic power and thousands of years of combat experience, all of which are superimposed on one person, how will it be a monster to fight.

Subconsciously, Qi Hai Jianren must not compare Tian Yuan with the strongest existence in his mind, Chan Yuan Long Yi.

"Pfft!!" Shi Er heard his words and couldn't help sneering.

He casually squeezed the beer bottle he drank with his fingers and threw it into the trash can.

speak up.

"Not dying doesn't mean not getting old"

"That guy probably doesn't even know if he has the ability to act now. If he really fights the boss, he probably won't be able to hold on for three rounds~"

indeed.

Although Tianyuan is an immortal existence, it has not reached immortality.

The function of the body has already degenerated to a stage, not to mention Long Yi of the Chanyuan, it is still a question whether he can stand up now.

"It turns out to be like this, but it's also true. Even if there is not much strength left in an existence that will not die for a thousand years, the wisdom it possesses is very precious!"

"Wisdom is the most important crystallization of human beings."

The corner of Long Yi's mouth smiled casually, but he didn't say much.

But he knew.

The existence of Tianyuan is the core of the entire magic world.

The enchantment barrier of the Conjuration Association and the Conjuration High School must be centered on his power, and only become so perfect under his blessing.

"but..."

Long Yi suddenly thought of the setting for Tian Yuan in the original book.

There was a gleam in his eyes.

"Lord Tian Yuan, I hope you are really as great as you see in the comics~"

......................

In the depths of the desolate jungle.

An exquisite wooden house stood quietly in place.

The man in black knelt nervously at the door of the wooden house.

As if waiting for something.

"You said, Chanyuan Longyi, tore up the entrustment of that right?"

"Is it?"

A deep and old voice sounded slowly.

That voice had a somewhat indescribable desolation, as if it had come from eternity ago.

Brings everything back to that fascinating era.

"Yes!"

"Long Yi of the Chanyuan wants me to tell Lord Tian Yuan a few words."

Then the man in black repeated what Long Yi said at that time, word for word.

hum~

buzz~

After listening to the retelling of the man in black.

Waves of pale incantation continuously condensed into countless intertwined threads on the wooden house.

It was as if the whole world was in that thread.

Ka Ka Ka! ! !

Layers of wave spots appeared in space.

It seems that with a bit of strange power leaking out of the abyss, everything in the forest is a bit terrifying.

The man in black knelt on the ground without saying a word.

The slightly trembling calf showed his panic at the moment.

; After a long while.

That desolate voice sounded again.

"What a Chanyuan Longyi! What a new era's [strongest]!!"

"Lawless!!! Lawless!!!"

"Lord Tian Yuan is also someone he can easily provoke!!"

That voice carried a bit of rage, a bit of strong killing intent, and it permeated the forest as if it were real.

"Someone will teach him a lesson. It's good to tell young people how big the world is."

"Otherwise, I really think that I can do whatever I want~"

The voice fell silent again.

All the magic power around it began to dissipate continuously.

As if it never happened.

"Go back~"

The man in black's head was firmly buckled to the ground, and bean-sized sweat fell on his forehead. He didn't dare to stand up until the voice sounded.

He bowed his body and stepped back slowly, with neat etiquette, as if he was facing some great god. .

Chapter 203

Fuso, Sugizawa.

Black is like the style of everything, and white is like the movement of the midfield.

On the blue sky, a few flowing clouds drifted freely.

With a bouquet of flowers in one hand, Chanyuan Long walked slowly into the park.

There was a rare genuine smile on his face.

Sugizawa, this small place, actually has the most prosperous cemetery in the entire Fusang.

No one knew who funded this cemetery, and no one had ever seen the real owner of the cemetery. It seemed like it appeared out of thin air, and suddenly it became the only symbol of Sugizawa.

Da Da Da~

The crisp footsteps are so obvious in the quiet cemetery.

Long Yi was among the tombstones, as if he was looking for something.

After a long time, he came to a black-colored tombstone.

It was a pitch-black stone tablet with no words or photos left on it. It was like a tombstone completed for someone, and it was placed here in advance.