sorcerer immortal

Can't really stab it.

In the barrier formed by the emerald light, a force that is very familiar to the Scourge Lord is coming.

Emerald power.

That's right, the power protecting Adier in front of his eyes is none other than the power of emerald.

Having been suppressed here for countless years, this Scourge Lord is all too familiar with the power of emerald, which is unique to the son of emerald, and it is impossible to admit it wrong.

"how come?"

He froze for a moment, still not understanding what happened.

Then he saw that on the altar in the distance, the golden long sword lying quietly on the altar was emitting light.

The golden emerald sword radiated light, and a little bit of mysterious emerald lines began to spread and extend on it.

The spirit in it seems to have revived in an instant, and the terrifying power of emeralds rippling from it, a force emerged spontaneously, entangled around Adier in an instant.

"The Emerald Sword...spontaneously revived..."

Feeling the revival of the emerald sword on the altar, the Scourge Lord suddenly felt a little horrified: "Why?"

"What do you say?"

Adier remained expressionless, and spoke lightly.

As his voice fell, around him, the witch formation that originally restrained him began to change instantly.

As if feeling the blood in his body, the emerald power that formed the witch formation began to spread in place, pouring into Adil's body spontaneously, and the power supporting the formation of the witch formation collapsed instantly.

The power of restraint in it disappeared completely, and it could no longer be formed.

The Scourge Lord was dumbfounded.

He didn't understand how Adil did all this.

"You awakened the Emerald Sword?"

He looked up at Adier in front of him, his face changed drastically at this moment, and he could no longer maintain his previous calm: "Why?"

Adier didn't answer his question, but just stood there, looking at him quietly.

Looking at his chest, to be precise.

The Scourge Lord stood there quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable being seen by Adier.

After a while, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Then, he was taken aback.

In front of his chest, a golden long sword protruded directly, stained with golden blood.

The golden long sword in front of him was none other than the emerald sword that was still lying on the altar before.

Those golden bloods were nothing but his own blood.

"What... when..."

In the same place, he stared blankly at his broken chest, and froze there, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "Why?"

He still can't believe it, and he doesn't understand where he made a mistake, which led to the current result.

Adier looked at him calmly, without opening his mouth to explain his confusion.

The next moment, there was a muffled sound on the spot.

A bit of emerald power rippled in place, and then the body of the Scourge Lord exploded directly.

The golden blood of the sun bloomed in place, and in just a moment, Yaer's body of the sun collapsed directly, and was directly crushed by the power of emerald contained in the emerald sword.

There is no room left.

That's all.

At the same place, Adier shook his head, looked at the exploded corpse of Yaer in front of him, did not speak, but sighed a little.

A pure-blooded sun elf whose bloodline essence was as high as the fifth level fell just like that.

To some extent, this is also a very unfortunate thing.

Of course, Adil will not waste it.

On the spot, he stretched out his hand.

A unique force emanated from his body.

In an instant, the surrounding blood began to flow backwards, and flowed back into Yael's body.

Then Yaer's entire body disappeared directly, turning into a little golden sun source, which was caught by Adil.

This is the origin of all the blood in a child of the sun. If there is a chance to transplant it to other elves in the future, it may be possible for other elves to transform into children of the sun and inherit the talent of the children of the sun.

Of course, there will definitely be losses in this, even if the transformation is successful, its bloodline cannot be as perfect as Yare's.

It can only be said that talking is better than nothing.

After doing this, Adier turned around silently and looked at the golden long sword in front of him.

After beheading the Calamity Lord with one sword, the golden emerald sword returned to calm, the golden light on it was dimmed, only the power of the emerald in it was still boiling, echoing the power of Adier.

As if calling him.

Without hesitation, Adier stretched out his hand and silently picked up the golden emerald sword.

boom!boom!

A burst of crisp heartbeats continued in situ.

In an instant, Adier felt that the world around him had calmed down, only his own heartbeat kept ringing in this place.

The moment he picked up the emerald sword, the power in his body resonated with the emerald power contained in the emerald sword, and he saw another scene in an instant.

Under a majestic and sacred ancient tree, a tall elf youth stood quietly.

The elf youth is tall and straight, with a handsome appearance and a deep aura. The blood aura all over his body is faintly similar to that of Adil, almost exactly the same.

He stood under the old tree, his face looked a little melancholy, and there was a hint of reluctance.