blues paradox

The dimly lit hall was empty and silent, with a large magic circle inlaid on the ground, and some magic crystals floating in mid-air, giving off a cold and soft luster, vaguely reflecting the silhouettes of several people.

Most of them are gray-haired old men, but they are still in good spirits, but their eyes have lost the sharpness of the past; they did not talk to each other, each chose a place in the magic circle and sat down on his own.

"Bang!" The door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open, and strong light came in through the crack of the door, driving away the slightly gloomy, but still cold.It was the nearly decayed cold atmosphere that had been deposited in this hall for tens of millions of years, and even the warm light was frozen into ice in an instant.

A young man wrapped in a black robe walked in, with a silver mask on his face, his eyes were strangely quiet and empty, as if nothing could leave traces in them.

"My lord priest, but what new instructions does the emperor have?" The old man sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation asked, his voice was calm and indifferent, without any emotion, like a puppet without a soul.

"The emperor of the demon world announced the end of the world, and the boy who led the disaster will appear in this magic contest."

After the man finished speaking, he decisively shook his sleeves and left, as if he didn't want to stay in this hall for a moment.His face was covered by a mask and his expression could not be seen, but his tone clearly revealed a certain emotion called schadenfreude.It is no secret in the devil world that priests have always been at odds with the Council of Elders.The corners of his lips curled into a sarcasm, but it's a pity that he can't go to the arena tomorrow, and he will inevitably miss a good show.

Blues stood irritably on the field, with a gloomy and tyrannical atmosphere permeating his body.He inexplicably felt a trace of uneasiness, and his emotions became more and more difficult to control. His intuition told him that something seemed to be about to happen.

However, those have nothing to do with him, he desperately wants to kill the person in front of him now, he needs to use blood to suppress the sudden bloodthirsty desire in his body.

Lan Tuo half-opened his green eyes and stared at his opponent as if he was looking at a dead object. He saw that the opponent quickly whispered a spell, and then gradually became transparent until he couldn't see it anymore. Less than half a shadow.

"Invisible? This magic is a bit interesting, but..." Lan Tiao evoked a cruel sneer, "Too naive!"

Raising his hand to lay a defensive barrier around his side, the light blue halo enveloped the blue tone, and he quickly chanted a lengthy incantation, holding his hands in front of his chest and changing gestures from time to time.With the sound of the last magic word, the ground began to vibrate violently. In just a moment, the circle centered on the blues and occupying about half of the arena was densely covered with black thorns, almost covering the entire ground. Covered, and some are intertwined in mid-air.The sweet fragrance of fresh blood began to permeate, and Lan Tiao felt that he could even hear the sound of drops of blood hitting the ground. A figure gradually appeared, and was pierced by a long sharp thorn through the chest, and was nailed firmly to the ground. on the ground.