Wizarding Immortal Chapter 186: Infighting

"Did you see the three roads ahead?"

In the spacious space, looking at the three roads divided in front, Myrduo said with a solemn face.

In front, dark black trees and silver trees stand quietly, dividing the road into three.

On the road in the middle, a ray of golden light is spreading, paved on the road in the middle, emitting a sacred breath.

On the left side, the silver tree stands quietly, and the silver leaves sway gently, and there is a silver radiance, which looks holy and beautiful.

As for the road on the far right, it is flooded with black, and it looks flat and unremarkable.

This represents three roads for people with three different identities.

"On the middle road, only the master is qualified to pass. Even if the unknown adult had corpses before his death, then this road should also enter the mausoleum."

Looking at the scene ahead, Myrdor said: "Only the owner of the tomb, or the descendants and relatives of the tomb owner, is eligible to go on this road. If the others leave, it will cause unpredictable consequences."

"The silver road on the left, if there are no surprises, should represent the guests, and only those who are welcome are eligible to walk."

"Then the last way?"

Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked.

"Naturally prepared for unwelcome people."

Speaking of this, Myrdor's face is calm, but his eyes are dignified: "Of course, if you feel that you will be welcomed, you can also take the road on the left to try it out, but once the appraisal fails, the consequences are better than on the right. That road is even more serious."

"What are the rules and etiquette of shit."

After hearing that, Raman frowned suddenly, and some could not understand the purpose of doing so.

If you really don’t want people to pass, then it’s okay to block the road directly. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of them, the two formal wizards are simply unable to resist, but they must set up such a ceremony at the entrance.

"This is a death ritual circulated in ancient times and has its own significance."

Myrduo was undecided, pointing directly to a stone tablet carved outside the index meter.

"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead... If the foreigners who have embarked on the road of death, if they do not pass the identification, the soul will be swallowed and bound by the tree of death and become the guardian of the sun emperor... "

Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the text written in the Qur'an language, Raman finished reading the words one by one, and then his face turned white.

"I understand now."

Myrdore turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long time, he raised his arm and pointed to the trees in front: "These are the trees of death. Once they die on the road, the soul will be absorbed into those trees. , Was eternally sealed in this mausoleum, guarding this ruin."

"Is there any way to crack?"

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Raman frowned and asked directly.

"Of course."

Myrdore turned around and looked at his face, with a smirk suddenly on his face: "Sacrifice you! I will naturally pass by!"

Boom! !

The violent explosion sounded at the spot, like something suddenly exploded, a **** figure appeared in front of Raman, and there was an additional machete in his hand, which was cut directly at the opponent. .

Touch! !

The high-speed dancing blade rips through the tears in the surrounding air, and the **** scimitar trembles gently, making a whisper like a baby wailing, which is very scary.

This one was cut directly on the opponent, and the sword wind above it was carried together, like a cut on a thick piece of flesh, splashing a piece of flesh, dripping the blood from the surrounding earth.

With a bang, Raman fell heavily on the ground, and there was a long crack in his chest, from which he could even see the internal organs.

"You...Why!!"

Suddenly encountered such a blow from his companion, Raman's eyes widened, and he looked incredulously at the front of Mildo, with a deep puzzlement in his eyes.

"Hey... don’t you want to know how to pass this road? It’s actually very simple."

Standing in place, holding a **** scimitar in his right hand, with a grin on his face and matching his **** red robe, it looks like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "Except With their own strength to support the past, anyone who wants to pass the lost road can only pass this path at the expense of the equivalent soul."

"Otherwise, do you think I will be so kind, and share the hard-earned ruins with you?"

Crazy voices kept ringing in front of my eyes, and the voice had not completely dropped. A **** machete, with a **** sword wind, cut straight down.

Raman reluctantly moved, rolled away from the spot and escaped the knife in a very thrilling posture.

The split-blade machete was cut directly on the ground, just cut on a piece of tofu, and cut a long dent directly on the ground, which shocked the gravel.

"Don’t pretend, do you think I don’t know that you’re talking to me?"

Myrto wears a red robe, holding a **** scimitar, and looks at the embarrassed Raman on the ground. He sneered: "You think I can't see it. As early as when I entered the ruins, you were ready to attack me Lost hands."

"Cough..." A slight cough sounded in place. Although the sound was aging, it didn't have the weak feeling that the old man should have.

Under Mildo's gaze, Raman stood up from the spot. The scar on his chest looked scary, but it didn't seem to affect him at all.

"I originally thought that at least I would wait until I saw something worthwhile to do this."

If nothing stands up from the spot, Raman looks indifferent, and a pair of cloudy eyes looks at Myrdo, as if he is looking at a dead person: "I didn't expect to be here, I would come to this step."

"What do you know?"

Myrdol sneered: "Do you know where this is?"

"This is the tomb of the last pure blood emperor of the ancient elves, and its strength can be at least comparable to that of the fifth-level wizard, far beyond the level of the current wizard world."

"This kind of great existence, even if it only leaks a little, it is worth the effort of the formal wizard, and it is a matter of time to turn your face."

Speaking of this, a grin appeared on his face again: "Since sooner or later you want to turn your face, it might as well let your soul pave the way for me!!"

The brilliant **** knife light danced quickly, exuding soft sounds in the surrounding space, but it sounded swollen and uncomfortable.

A powerful spiritual force poured out, instantly suppressing the spirit of the other party, causing Raman's face standing opposite to change greatly, revealing an incredible expression: "You have reached the transformation period!!"

"Haha! Now I know it's too late!"

Myerdo acted fiercely. While the opponent was being suppressed, the scimitar in his hand exuded a **** brilliance, and he chopped straight on the opponent, making a loud noise.

After this attack, Raman’s half of the body exploded directly, and a violent force passed into the body of the opponent’s bend, almost torn apart half of his body, completely lost The power of action.

At the next moment, blood and flesh were splattered and suddenly exploded in place, all spilled onto Myrdor, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to begin to corrode.

A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked very aging, it was very powerful, and it stabbed forward, piercing Myrdor’s chest completely, and the **** arm emerged from the other end.

Suddenly suffered this, Myrdor was like a boring person, with blood on his face, and he was waving a **** scimitar in his hand like a lunatic.

Touch! bump! bump!

A violent impact sounded on the spot, a sharp **** scimitar was chopped continuously on Raman’s body, just like chopping meat, chopping it into a ball of meat, I can't see any shape.

But even so, the current Raman is still not dead, there is still a little vitality attached to the remaining flesh and blood, and a little granulation continues to breed ~IndoMTL.com~ looks to heal.

"It's over!!"

Looking at the **** flesh in front of me, Myrdor’s face showed a crazy smile, and all his mana was injected into the right-handed scimitar, making the scimitar glow with blood, looking strange and bloody, and then directly Cut it down.

Boom! ! !

A loud burst sounded in place.

In front of Mildo, he was cut by a **** scimitar, and the mass of inhuman flesh immediately exploded. The scattered flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, staining Mildo's face with blood.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Feeling that the life of flesh and blood in front of him completely disappeared, Myrdor laughed wildly, and with his honor at this time, it made people think of a madman.

Personally took the life of an official wizard. The machete in his hand also changed a little bit. The blood originally contaminated on it slowly disappeared, like it was absorbed by a **** machete.

A fiery white light illuminates in place, and a little mist gradually rises, condensing into a group of people, and rushed directly over the huge stone monument in front of it, making the stone monument glow faintly golden.

Hiding in the corner, watching this scene quietly, including Andrew and Cassidy, several wizard apprentices were terrified and did not dare to look directly at the Mildore in front of them.

With the death of Raman, the parasitics on them have been unlocked, but despite this, they are still imprisoned here.

Meldo's mental power is pressing on them, not only imprisoning their actions to some extent, but also bringing them great pressure, as soon as they move, they will be immediately noticed by the other party.

This is an absolute difference in the level of life. A formal wizard, as long as there is still mental power, it is just a breeze to suppress an apprentice.

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