Casting spells

Fortunately, the ghost is not a normal life body, but a special life between the energy body and the undead. It has no ideological restrictions such as ethics and morality, and it will not produce emotions such as fear.

It just nodded very calmly, then raised its right hand and pointed to the opened passage next to it: "Congratulations, you have passed the trial of the heart, and then you only need to complete the last trial to go to the holy place." The room where the sword is."

"The last trial?" The woman subconsciously frowned.

Knowing that the first two trials had killed almost all the participants, she was not sure if she still had enough strength and energy to deal with the unknown danger.

"Relax. The final trial doesn't require fighting, nor does it require much thinking. You only need to answer a few questions."

After all, the ghost took the lead through the deep and dark passage, and disappeared into the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

"Damn it! I hate this kind of situation where I don't know anything and can only obediently obey other people's arrangements." The woman gritted her teeth and complained in a low voice, but she followed obediently.

In fact, when things got to this point, she had no room to back down, just like a gambler who had almost all his wealth, even if he knew he would lose, he would still choose to fight to the death.

With tension, anticipation and anxiety, she soon came to a room burning with countless magical flames.

In the very center of the room stood a statue of a god and demon that was more than four meters high, and there was a person standing in front of the statue.

But because of the refraction of the light, I can't see the other person's face clearly for the time being, but there is a feeling of deja vu.

"Ah! Sure enough, you did not disappoint me. You have finally passed many tests and came here."

The mysterious man took the initiative to take off his hood, revealing a very young face, it was Zhang Cheng himself who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's you?!" The woman was taken aback, her eyes glowing in disbelief.

"That's right, it's me." Zhang Cheng nodded slightly. "You know? From the first time we met, I had a premonition that you would become the chosen hero, a dark hero who is different from the light heroes in most stories. Because you have such aptitude, you are influenced by the dark forces. Favor."

"I don't understand what you mean." The woman subconsciously took two steps back.

As a very sensitive person, she hates the condescending gaze in the other person's eyes, as if looking at a slaughtered lamb, and even more hates the embarrassment of being manipulated by others.

"Hahahaha! Don't understand? I think you don't want to understand." Zhang Cheng laughed and saw through the other party's trick, then turned around and gently stroked the huge statue of gods and demons behind him. "Take this statue as an example. More than 500 years ago, he was the totem of the belief of a glorious empire, a god of darkness who almost awakened from chaos. But unfortunately, at the most critical moment , this empire collapsed from within and split into countless forces, they conquered and killed each other, and finally formed the current political structure of the mainland."

"God of darkness?!"

When the woman heard this word, her eyes suddenly burst into a frenzied light, staring straight at the dilapidated stone statue.

"Yes, he is Luwa, the God of Darkness, the only god in this world who is closest to awakening. Even now, as long as someone calls his name, he can get a feedback of a mysterious energy. It is waiting for believers to awaken him. Wisdom, let yourself wake up from ignorance, and bring true faith to the world. Tell me, are you willing to take on this responsibility and hold high the holy sword to complete an unprecedented feat?"

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng's tone was full of endless temptation.

Undoubtedly, he knew very well what the woman in front of him really longed for, and he also knew what kind of things the other party could not refuse.

Awakening a god of darkness with his own hands is almost the highest goal and glory for a mortal who calls himself a believer in darkness.

All of a sudden, the woman felt that her usual calmness and composure had long since disappeared, replaced by a heart burning with raging flames.

After about two or three minutes of silence, she took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you? What exactly do you want from me?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I happen to have a good script in my hand, I hope you can play a very important role in it. Of course, in return, I will satisfy your long-cherished desire and be empty for yourself The lonely soul finds a final destination. God is the sustenance and home of the human spirit, and the more empty people are, the more eager they are to have it. Your childhood misfortune has determined that you are a person who desperately needs the support of faith, so nothing compares Awakening a God of Darkness will make you more happy." Zhang Cheng said the iron-clad truth casually.

Desire wealth because of poverty;

Hungry for power because of humbleness;

Because we are weak, we yearn for strength;

Because of the emptiness, there is a longing for faith.

The more mortals lack something, the more they yearn for something.

This is an eternal law, and it has nothing to do with whether a person is smart or not, or the level of education he has received...

The first thousand and 110 chapters and six holy swords

Zhang Cheng, who always likes to make conditions according to everyone's desire, has almost never encountered rejection, and this time is no exception.

After a series of inner struggles and hesitation, the woman finally failed to escape the fate of becoming a pawn, signed a series of unequal treaties, and finally came to the room where the holy sword was.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw a weapon exuding a sacred aura stuck on the huge rock.

"This... is the holy sword?!"

She approached cautiously, and then grasped the hilt of the sword with her right hand with a leather glove, trying to pull it out of the rock.

But at the very moment when he started using force, the golden brilliance on the surface of the sword suddenly faded like the sun, followed by a continuous stream of cold force, which made the weapon go from one extreme to another.

next second...

boom!

The dark energy announces its arrival in the most violent way!

The hard rocks were directly torn into fine particles that could not be distinguished by the naked eye, scattered around like dust.

The woman who originally thought that she would be seriously injured even if she survived suddenly found that not only was she uninjured, but a mysterious force poured into her body continuously.

In less than a minute, she found that all the qualities of her body, including the upper limit of magic power, were rapidly improving.

powerful!

Powerful that cannot be described in words!

Only by holding the hilt tightly can she feel why this weapon is qualified to be called the Holy Sword.

Because those who hold it, without exception, will gain unimaginable power, even an old man lying on the bed dying, can instantly have the strength to kill a dragon with his bare hands.

What's more interesting is that although this weapon has the name of a holy sword, it is not necessarily a sword, but can change its shape at will according to the owner's will.

It can be a dagger, it can be a staff, it can be a shield, it can be a helmet, it can be a bracer...

In short, as long as there is a clear shape in mind, it can be copied perfectly.

But the woman didn't change the holy sword into other shapes, because she likes the way the sword looks like now, especially the runes that shone with faint light, each one is so mysterious, as if there is something wrong behind it. Known secrets and knowledge.

"Unbelievable... It's really incredible. I can't even imagine who can forge such a powerful weapon. Gods and demons? Or those races that have disappeared in the long river of history?" The woman stroked the blade affectionately while talking to himself excitedly.

Although up to now, there are still many mysteries in her mind that she has not figured out, but the moment she holds the holy sword, all of these are not important.

After all, the power of this weapon is so powerful, no matter how heavy the price was, it was worth it.

But after her emotions stabilized, she realized that it was not safe here, so she went directly to the only exit to the surface without saying a word.

Especially Zhang Cheng, who had never revealed his identity, gave her an indescribable fear.

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