sorcerer immortal

In Adier's induction, he can feel the veins of his soul, that kind of tangible and intangible, existing but non-existent thing, which is located in his body at this moment, shining in it, and has reached the a tipping point.

With just one final leap, he can break through that barrier, raise his soul level, and truly meet the standards required to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard.

However, this is destined to be a long process.In Adier's perception, this level is not so easy to improve. If there is no accident, it may take several years to slowly polish it before it can break through that limit.

Various thoughts echoed in his mind, looking at the corpses everywhere below, after thinking for a while, Adier pulled out the long knife on his waist and swiped lightly.

An ordinary force enveloped the surroundings, and in an instant, the surrounding tens of meters seemed to turn into a bloody field, and something in it began to change.

The corpses that fell on the ground began to wither, and the flesh and blood in them quickly faded away, turning into bits and pieces of blood that could be absorbed by the bloodline blade, leaving only the white bones on the ground.

After doing this, Adier turned around, left under the awe-inspiring eyes of the elf guards around him, and walked towards his residence.

Instead of going to rest, he was going to discuss with Linas and others.

He is about to leave Fengkai City soon, during this time, he needs to make preparations.

The relocation of the Wuzhen, the withdrawal of the army, the transfer of supplies... these things are very troublesome and need to be implemented in detail.

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Time passed quickly and more than a month passed.

At dusk, outside a certain wasteland, a figure wearing a black robe and holding a scepter walked here, with a large group of people behind him.

"How is the situation now?"

Walking on this wasteland, Lu Xiu was wearing a black robe, his whole body was very peaceful, and his eyes were looking forward.

In front of him was a very gorgeous and huge altar. On the altar, some sacrifices were placed there, and there were bloody fresh meat as sacrifices on it.

"It's probably stabilized."

Behind Lu Xiu, Andrew said: "The Silver Mist Royal Court will shrink its power, directly concentrate all the power in each city, and gather in the Silver Mist King Capital. It seems that they are going to use the guardian witch array of the King Capital to attack Block us."

"This is their only choice." Lu Xiu's face was indifferent: "For thousands of years of peace and comfort, the silver mist elves have long forgotten the cruelty of war. How can they compare with the dark elves living in the underground world."

"The strength is not comparable to ours. The only thing they can rely on is the things left by their ancestors."

Having said that, he had a sneer on his face, showing disdain for the Silver Mist Elf.

No wonder.

The underground world is the cruelest place.In that world, due to the influence of the underground atmosphere, there are violent demonized beasts everywhere, as well as various underground races with violent tempers that are easy to kill.

Mind eaters, demonized beasts, dark orcs... None of these races are easy to mess with, they are all cruel and easy to kill.

Being neighbors with these races all the year round, one can imagine the life experienced by the dark elves.

Even a dark elf royal family like Andrew must fight with a knife in the underground world, which shows the cruelty of the underground world.

The dark elves cultivated in such an environment are not comparable to the elves who lived in the Silver Mist Forest for a long time.

"However, although the power of the Silver Mist Elves is weak, the guardian wizard array left by their ancestors cannot be ignored."

Lu Xiu then said: "Besides, there's that old bastard Kural. With our strength alone, it's easy to defeat them, but it's impossible to go further."

"So, we only came here today, didn't we?" Andrew answered, then raised his head and looked at the altar in front of him.

"That's right." Lu Xiu nodded slightly, then slowly walked forward with the scepter in his hand.

As he stepped out, the scepter in his hand began to change, and the black gemstone on it began to glow slightly, echoing the altar in front of him.

Looking at Lu Xiu's movements in the surrounding area, the dark elf guards started to drive one by one elf civilians towards the altar in front, letting them directly enter the altar.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

A scream came from one side.

Under the eyes of Lu Xiu, Andrew and others, the bodies of the elves began to melt, as crisp and neat as ice cubes melting into water, the flesh and bones inside disappeared directly, leaving only a piece of frightened human skin Displayed, ups and downs under the altar.

"No! I don't want to go in!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, someone collapsed and turned around to attack the dark elf guard behind him, but was pierced by the cold blade in the end, and fell off the altar alive, repeating the process of offering sacrifices before.

As the sacrifices were thrown off the altar one by one, a little bit of black liquid began to appear in the pool under the altar, slowly condensed, and gradually filled the entire pool.

When the pool under the altar was filled with this black liquid, a little change began to occur on the spot.

The black liquid began to glow and burn, and phantoms began to appear, and finally rose slowly, condensing into a huge figure in midair.

Chapter 431 Challenge

On a barren plain, a gorgeous altar stands here, with waves of shadows and black aura rising above it, gradually gathering into a huge and terrifying figure.

This figure looked tall and tall, covered in black. He couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he catch the exact breath. Only the unique power fluctuation was unforgettable, and he instinctively felt oppression and fear.

"Welcome, Emperor of the Shadows, Guardian of the Nine Lives Demon, Your Excellency Arlan!"

Looking at the huge figure with a face in front of him, Lu Xiu smiled, looked at the huge figure in front of him, and bowed in salute.

"You are···"

Walking out of the altar, the huge figure's sanity seemed to be a little unclear, and it seemed a little hesitant to stand still.

It was not until a while, under the continuous supply of sacrifices around him, that his sanity gradually became clear, and a pair of scarlet eyes lit up, carrying an aura of evil and violence.

"I am Lu Xiu, the high priest of this generation of the Dark Elf Kingdom."

For Al Lan's reaction, Lu Xiu was not surprised, he still kept that humble smile on his face, looked at Al Lan in front of him and introduced himself.

"This generation of High Priest of the Dark Elf Kingdom." Lightly glanced at Lu Xiu, Arlan's scarlet eyes brought great pressure: "The strength is not bad."

"You're too much." Lu Xiu respectfully replied, "I don't know if Your Excellency Al Lan still remembers the original agreement."

"Promise? Of course I remember." Arlan's black energy was shaking around, as if he was talking: "You want my strength?"

"Not bad." Lu Xiu said respectfully.

Arlan in front of him is the confidence of the Dark Elf Kingdom to attack the Silver Mist Royal Court this time.

This is an existence from the underground world. It has existed for a very long time. It existed as early as before the Dark Elf Kingdom was established.

At the beginning, the dark elves were enslaved by the mind flayer, and they were able to rise up afterwards, thanks to this one.

There is no doubt that this is an existence far beyond the third-level wizard, at least a fourth-level wizard, this ability has always existed, and it has not died until thousands of years have passed.

Of course, despite his powerful strength, according to thousands of years of investigations in the Dark Elf Kingdom, the real body of Lord Allan is not at the first level of the underground world, but at a deeper level, and even the main body is probably still there. Being in the seal, he had no choice but to rely on the power of the Dark Elf Kingdom to perform sacrifices for him to replenish his strength.