Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

"Spells are engraved in the body and are a kind of inheritance."

"I've been wondering whether there are other ways of inheritance besides extending the bloodline."

The black-haired young man sat casually in the middle of the warehouse where utensils and sundries were piled up, a faint light fell on his face, and even in a somewhat dim environment, he could still vaguely see the brilliance in his dark eyes. shine.

"Ask me why I am thinking about this question? It is because my spells are more inclined to creation, and such spells occasionally give me a sense of superiority as a creator."

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he is talking to himself. Only Shen Dumin, who lives in the lamp and has a vague sea of ​​consciousness, knows that this person is talking to him.

"What do you think."

The young man cherishedly wiped the lamp in front of him with his fingertips, and every inch he brushed, the faint light of the lamp in front of him became brighter.

"If the incantation tool I made possessed intelligence and gave birth to a god-like existence, would it have the ability to use other methods as a medium for inheriting spells?"

The young man Xu Shi saw the imaginary scene, with a bright smile on his face, he was very good-looking, and when he smiled, there were faint dimples on his cheeks, which was completely inconsistent with the somewhat terrifying picture rendered by the environment.

Immediately, he thought of something again, and his face changed visible to the naked eye, "It's a pity, I still can't make this step."

He put down the lamp, and casually threw it into the pile of debris beside him, just like placing other spell tools that were discarded due to dissatisfaction.

Different from other magic tools, the one that he just threw away was the only existence that exuded a faint light, completely different from those lifeless utensils.

It's also his favorite place.

So it will be treated differently.

It's just that dead things are dead things after all, they won't respond to him, they won't understand him.

Even though this incantation tool was his most satisfying work recently, it did not meet his expectations.

The young man scratched his hair in distress. He has locked himself here for many days, but he is still far away from his goal.

It is almost impossible for a dead thing to possess sanity.

Just like the reason why living things are called living things is that they have life, and dead things cannot.

Youth began to take stock of recent achievements.

Put the magic tools customized and maintained by others to one side first, and then slowly pick out more satisfactory magic tools and put them on the other side.

Halfway through the selection, he suddenly thought of the most recent curse spirit.

I don't know the reason, but those curse spirits are acting more and more unscrupulously. Recently, the conjurers of the Yusanjia have been miserable.

But... those things are closer to living things than to dead things.

If there is a chance, he would like to catch a few stronger spell spirits for research, but unfortunately, as a holder of powerful spells, his own personal combat power is not strong, and he has no interest in fighting. Fiddling with spell implements.

After all, he is just a weak Patriarch.

Of course, if other people in the magic world knew this, they would just stare at him and talk nonsense. Everyone knows that the Shendu family is the most difficult place to invade. It's even harder to break.

Patriarch Shendu slowly pushed open the door of the studio—although it was a messy place, like a warehouse of sundries, it was indeed his usual "working" place.

The Shendu mansion is far away from the hustle and bustle. It is a pure land that rarely exists in this era. There are countless enchantments controlled by the curse world. In this kind of protection and his too leisurely daily life, many flowers and plants that he cultivated by himself are planted. , the growth is quite gratifying.

The head of the Shendu family watered the flowers and leaves that he liked the most one by one. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a woman in simple clothes with long hair that was unruly and casually hanging down, covering half of her face. The half of her face that was exposed was extremely beautiful, even if the flowers around her were blooming wantonly, they were not half as eye-catching as her.

The smile on the face of the black-haired young man suddenly turned cold. He stopped looking at the woman and turned his back to water the other flowers.

"Still so indifferent."

The woman didn't care about his attitude at all, and approached lightly, with the fragrance of rouge on her body, which became more intense after approaching.

"If you come to use the truth next time, maybe I will consider talking to you." The young man turned his back to her indifferently, his tone could not hear any emotion, and then frowned, "The smell is too strong It’s too late, my flowers will be smoked to death.”

"Okay, my lord."

The woman lightly smiled and stroked her somewhat messy long hair, but the smile on her face was strange and inconsistent with her appearance.

The young man turned a deaf ear, he was still taking care of the plants he planted, the mansion was very quiet, only the faint sound of the wind and the swaying of the branches and leaves lingered in his ears, in fact, only he, the head of the Shendu mansion and a few Ponds .

The Shendu family has a small population, and the reason for becoming a clan can be traced back further, but it is far inferior to the three royal families of the conjuration world that are now in the limelight. Fortunately, the inherited spells are the biggest reliance of the family. No matter how proud you are, you still need to rely on him to a certain extent for the necessary "weapons".

The young man was arranging flowers and plants, and the woman just stood behind him, not saying much, and her every move was full of etiquette, if one ignored the rather disobedient expression on her face.

"I heard that the Patriarch recently made a special spell tool. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to see it."

She unhurriedly proposed the purpose of this trip.

Patriarch Shendu stopped what he was doing, "No, I mean, I don't have this honor."

"Zuo Suo."

He read out the other party's self-proclaimed name, which was also the name he had called many times.

"You don't need to be so guarded." Yan Suo sighed softly, "After all, we have known each other for so long. Before you became the head of the family, we were already close friends."

Hearing that the black-haired young man didn't want to talk anymore, what the other party said was indeed the truth, and it was because of his guidance that he was able to freely enter the Shendu mansion.

"Even as a close friend, I don't know whether you are a woman or a man." Although the young man said so, he leisurely walked to the tree not far away, and a little magic power overflowed from his fingertips. The simple resting place covered and hidden by the magic tool is revealed.

He leaned against the tree, with half of his face in the shadow, raised his eyes to look at the woman who was still smiling at him in the distance, "Forget it, I'll show you later."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Patriarch Shendu closed his eyes, then opened them again, "If you can put away those unnecessary thoughts."

"Cooperate with me."

"The head of the Shendu family who possesses such techniques is only willing to be a hermit family far inferior to the Yusan family?"

She sat beside the young man with ease, her beautiful eyes flowed, and her voice was soft.

The black-haired young man looked sideways slightly, and he put on his usual polite, perfunctory expression, "It is necessary to maintain the superficial peace."

The wealth of magic tools accumulated by the Shendu family is a background that he does not want to disclose.

And once those messages were passed on, he couldn't continue to live such a leisurely life.

Rensuo's stay overnight caused Patriarch Shendu a headache.

He knew very well that the opponent's technique was an undisclosed, extremely evil technique.

Rather than changing his body, he prefers to call this technique a seizure.

Speaking of getting acquainted with each other, it was a deliberate arrangement.

He is very clear, and so is Ling Suo.

Compared with the so-called "best friends" in words, they just have no reason to do anything to each other.

However, the confrontation and companionship from time to time over the years are also true.

Patriarch Shendu couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, but he knew that he was setting up a big picture.

As the head of the family, he still maintains the most neutral position in the magic world, and he doesn't care about these things. He can pretend that he can't see anything until his bottom line is not touched.

After all, he is also constantly moving forward for the place of exploration he yearns for.

He will find other inheritance methods for the spells. He wants to break through the other inheritance methods that the spells are engraved in the body and in the blood. He wants to know whether the rumor of "Fu Sangshen" that he heard by chance is true or not.

If it is true, then whether the magic tool that is also a "vessel" can also be his "creation" to give birth to "gods".

After washing off the makeup on her face, the woman revealed a pure and beautiful face. She pulled up her long hair, revealing her forehead before it was covered. At this time, the suture line that was fully exposed was like a kind of engraving or tattoo. The face added a bit of mystery.

Her eyes were empty, and without turning around, she knew that it was the young man who opened the door.

"In fact, I am more in favor of the more traditional inheritance method of bloodline inheritance."

As if hinting, she raised her eyelids slightly, with a slight smile on her bright red lips.

"No need."

The black-haired young man showed an unspeakable expression, "The spells of the Shendu family will be passed down, and even if they are not passed down, as long as the magic tools of future generations are engraved with my mark, that is also passed down."

The lights in the warehouse were faintly visible, and the young man who barely managed to cope with the visits from Yan Suo and other people from the magic world carefully wiped his carefully polished spell tools again.

From time to time, his eyes would look at the specially taken out lamps.

It was the only spell that responded to him, so he would occasionally confide in the spell.

An unquenchable candle.

This is the biggest feature of that magic tool, and only he knows about its usage.

is an exchange.

It's just that he can't use it for the time being.

but……

He stared at the faintly bright candle and chuckled, "If I exchange everything I have, can you continue with the inheritance?"

The lights gave him no response.

He sneered, "Really, I made this old habit again, thinking that I've been too boring recently, so I think about these things."

"However... as long as you pay the price, you should be able to do anything."

He looked into the distance through the narrow paper window, only to belatedly realize that it was foggy.

The world outside the window was covered with gray.

The strange spell power touched the spell tool he had placed, and a small and crisp sound came into his ears.