Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Light has always given people a feeling of gentleness and healing, but at this moment, the light that fills the entire sky and blends with thunder makes people feel fear and awe from the bottom of their hearts!

In the sea of ​​blood that Brook called out, a creature covered with rotten hair slowly stretched out, as if stimulated by the rich breath of sacred light, and suddenly leaped out!

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

In an instant, column after column of blood-red water suddenly rose up from the calm sea of ​​blood. In the huge water columns, dark red tentacles stretched out one by one.

Each tentacle is so thick that if four cars were placed on it, they would be able to run side by side!

There are eight tentacles in total, like eight sky-supporting demon pillars!

In the middle of the Demon Pillar is a huge twisted head. It has an appearance similar to that of an octopus, but is covered with algae composed of cursed threads.

The head slowly emerged, and with every bit of it appearing, the sea of ​​blood began to surge, wave after wave, while its body grew taller and taller, and its momentum grew stronger and stronger! !

An octopus-like head appeared completely, and eight different human faces grew out of the long head in all directions!

Each picture is extremely distorted, extremely hateful, and extremely hideous!!

It seems to embody the desires, pain, and madness of millions of people!

A shocking aura of resentment and evil suddenly spread out and covered several kilometers.

As the heads with eight faces appeared, the aura of the huge cursed monster was completely revealed.

The sky suddenly darkened, and an oppression that absolutely surpassed that of the monarch suddenly crushed in all directions!

Endless cursed evil lights bloomed on its eight faces. The sea of ​​blood disappeared, revealing its two tentacles that supported it. The earth torn apart by the flood turned an abnormal blood red, the silt dried up, and the grass withered. It seemed that the earth was also being deprived of its life and soul!

The blood suddenly spread at this moment, and infected the area of ​​more than ten kilometers at a speed like an infectious disease!

The evil scarlet color enveloped the area, and the temperature became chilly. Strands of blood-colored edelweiss threads appeared in the air, floating in disorder, waiting for an order to transform into the most terrifying curse!

Just a glance, and blood-red curse lines immediately appeared on Bai Mo's body.

It felt like countless insects were climbing and biting above his soul, and a tingling sensation instantly attacked his mind!

At the first moment, Bai Mo activated the Fire Soul, which dissolved the horrible curse that was imposed on him.

"Eight-Faced Cursed Ghost, kill him!"

It was not until the sea of ​​blood disappeared that the countless flickering cursed stars under Brook finally appeared.

He grinned, as if making a silent mockery, mocking both Bai Mo's stupidity and the fact that he actually used that ridiculous super-level magic in an attempt to compare it with his own mutated forbidden spell.

The Eight-Direction Cursed Ghost can be said to be an extremely powerful creature in the dark plane, ranking sub-emperor, and many ghosts are under its control.

Even Brook had to spend a huge amount of money to invite its projection over.

A creature of this level cannot rely on another creature like the Ghost Elder.

Asking him to come over to help would cost a price.

Even though Brook is also a dark creature, in theory, they are all subjects of the Dark King.

But it's all worth it. Although this is not a normal forbidden curse spell, it is definitely beyond the scope of the super level.

Brook now desperately wants to kill the guy in front of him. Forcing him to become like this, his soul should be taken to the dark plane and suffer endless torture!

The Eight-Faced Cursed Ghost ignored Brook completely. Its attention was first attracted by the portal within its own blood curse field, which was still glowing with majestic light and lightning.

"Huh~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The eight-faced cursed ghost let out a low growl of disgust, and swung its six tentacles, bringing with it a mighty gust of wind, towards the two doors that carried a disgusting aura!

The eight blood-red tentacles were like eight blood sea dragons swinging their tails. The power in an instant was enough to split the river and crack the earth. The whistling tentacles carried a strange evil light, as if they were going to completely suppress the light of thunder and lightning!

The rumbling vibration was enough to shatter one's eardrums, but none of the eight tentacles worked.

A claw suddenly stretched out from the two doors filled with light. The claw was twisted and majestic, as if it was carved out of mountains and rocks by nature, and it had a sturdy and rugged appearance!

It was a dragon claw. The majestic and powerful dragon arm was like a majestic mountain, and the five open claws were the mountain ranges extending from the main mountain.

Pieces of golden dragon scales cover the surface of the mountain with the work of nature, and golden electric arc dragon patterns are wandering on them.

The dragon claws accurately grasped the four cursed ghost tentacles, which seemed to contain the entire power of the purgatory abyss curse and were firmly locked in the claws of the light thunder dragon.

The moment the dragon claw appeared, half of the blood-red sky suddenly melted away and turned into a magnificent and sacred golden color.

Different from the golden thunder dragon claw at the door on this side, the door on the other side actually has a palm carrying endless violent thunder.

The size of the palm was less than one percent of a curse ghost tentacle, but it suddenly emitted an extremely bright lightning column, and the huge lightning column directly hit the four tentacles, and in an instant, the tentacles were directly shattered in half! !

The lightning and golden light merged into one, accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion, instantly breaking the blood curse field of the eight-sided cursed ghost.

The entire world returned to its original color.

On the other side, the Golden Thunder Dragon Claw was fiercely retracted, and with a sudden tug, it directly tore off more than half of the four tentacles of the Eight-Faced Curse Ghost! !

Seriously injured, the Eight-Faced Cursed Ghost let out a shrill cry, and the four pairs of eyes in front of him all stared at Bai Mo with resentment.

"Impossible! How can you summon the Sub-Emperor to attack? This is impossible!!!"

Bai Mo opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were as empty and cold as a bright moon, like a god overlooking the world.

"It's indeed impossible. I wanted to use you as a training ground, but since you insist on dying quickly, then so be it."

He was aware that Brook was secretly gathering more powerful magic.

Originally, Bai Mo planned to summon two invincible monarchs to fight him.

This is the limit of what his summoning system can summon now, but who would have thought that the magic Brook cast could also summon people.

It was still a projection of a sub-emperor from the dark plane, although the aura of this sub-emperor was weaker than the injured water qilin he had sensed at the beginning.

But we can’t stop others from reaching that level!

So Bai Mo had to use the divine presence, connect to the summoning system, and temporarily ask the two emperors to take action.

Because the ancient magic gate has already been depicted, but Bai Mo has only paid the monarch-level magic power before.

Therefore, this demon sect can only support two people attacking once.

This was the scene just now.

The plan to activate the divine presence was already made when it was known that Brook was a practitioner of forbidden spells.

Otherwise, how could Bai Mo, who was only able to fly out of the Summoning System Star Bridge, cross the gap between man and god?

Bai Mo did not give Brooke a chance. Before the powerful curse power from the four pairs of eyes of the Eight-Faced Ghost King came, a strange moon-white rune suddenly rushed out of his eyes and was imprinted on the space in front of him.

"Borrow the power of heaven and earth, change!"

In an instant, a cold and chilling aura that was absolutely different from the moonlight suddenly rose from Bai Mo's body.

Vast, grand, majestic, and illustrious, the breath of light emerged from Bai Mo's face and enveloped his entire body.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the Son of Light. Thousands of rays of light bloomed from his body. Between heaven and earth, countless light elements attached themselves to him madly as if they had seen their god.

In an instant, the powerful curse aura in front of Bai Mo that was swallowing him like a huge mouth collapsed without any attack.

The bright golden light swept across every inch of land and every space, and a peaceful atmosphere instantly filled every corner.

The dead earth came back to life and the dark sky became clear again.

Under the endless light, the Eight-Faced Ghost King seemed to be being cut into pieces. He screamed and turned into a handful of blood smoke and disappeared.

In front of Bai Mo, Brook seemed to be poisoned. Not only did his body stop healing itself, but countless spots appeared on his pale skin.

Wisps of dark red gas emerged from his body, and the more time passed, the weaker his vitality became.

He seemed like a bacterium, unable to stand such sunlight.

"No, no, don't kill me. I can do anything for you. You need a servant from the Holy City. I can get you all the secrets of the Holy City. I can steal the treasures of the Holy City for you."

Brooke felt his vitality was weakening. To him, the warm golden light was not a life-saving medicine, but a deadly poison.

He didn't want to care why Bai Mo had to have this ability. He just wanted to live and not die.

He has been working for the Holy City since he was still half vampire.

His noble bloodline gave him a long life, year after year.

Brook has witnessed generation after generation of heroes. They appeared, they were glorious, they were judged by angels, and he even participated in them himself.

I have also witnessed the emergence of generation after generation of angels. They are rebellious, humble, and hypocritical, but they are all very similar.

But time goes by, and as the seasons change, he has risen from a small helper in the Holy City to the second in command.

There were many people stronger than him, but they were all dead.

With the help of the Holy City, he can live for a long time.

And the longer the time went by, the less Brook wanted to die.

He told everything in fear, the secrets of the holy city, the treasures of the holy city and so on!

However, Bai Mo didn't show any interest in anything he said, as his current state would not last long.

Faced with an old monster that had lived for a thousand years, he had no interest in playing any spy games or competing in wits.

"You need to understand one thing."

More light elements gathered and, under Bai Mo's control, made the surroundings brighter and more magnificent, filled with the power of purification and dissolution.

"You know, it doesn't matter to me. It's not you who matters to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brook's body began to rapidly turn into dark red mist.

In the end, only the holy robe was left, falling to the ground, dirty.

Bai Mo collected his space equipment and terminated the connection between the divine light and the summoning system.

In an instant, the light elements that had been madly gathering towards him ran away at once, as if they had seen their biological mother become their stepmother.

The essence of the summoning system is contracts and transactions. To deal with a crippled projection of a dark creature and a half-crippled vampire, he doesn't need to summon any emperor to fight.

I don't want to go through that consumption either.

It would be more appropriate to directly sign another contract to exchange the dominance of light element.

Just now, he directly exchanged his control over the light element.

Now that the divine presence has been lifted, that state of tyrannical trading can no longer be maintained.

Bai Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, as if someone was hitting him on the head with a sledgehammer.

Closing his eyes slightly, he looked inward into his spiritual world, glanced at the sea of ​​stars he had exhausted, and silently restored his magic power.