Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

The strange mantra collided with the mantra released when the mantra was activated, and the black-haired young man continued the creation in his hands as if he didn't know it, even though he just stood by the window feeling the coming storm.

For some unknown reason, the aggressiveness of the curse spirit has become more and more crazy and wanton recently. When the magic world is united in resisting, he, the patriarch, lives here in semi-reclusion with the only remaining blood of a small wave of the family.

If this is the case alone, it is not enough to promote this storm.

The key is the spells in his hands and the wealth accumulated by the family so far.

The techniques of the Shendu family have continued with the bloodline from generation to generation, but it is limited to a single branch.

Because other impure bloodlines no longer exist.

The curse spirit was attracted to him, and he vaguely guessed the reason, but his face remained calm.

The Shendu mansion would definitely be invincible for a while, he gently held his last trump card, the faintly glowing lamp, in his arms.

Flashy, the faintly burning flames did not burn him, and a little light was reflected in the dark pupils.

Hanging up too high for too long, he has already clearly sensed the growing resentment towards him, so next...does he have a legitimate reason to completely retire with his family?

Thinking of this, he sighed faintly. Hearing the creaking sound of the door being pushed open, he said slowly: "Whether this old house can be kept or not is unknown. Are you still staying with me?"

"It would be cruel to leave without seeing what I wanted to see."

A woman's half-smile sounded, and she closed the door elegantly, her eyes quietly staring at the young man in front of her, but she couldn't reflect anything.

The head of the Shendu family turned sideways and showed the whole picture of the kerosene lamp, "This magic tool has only one ability, but I can't tell you now, a hundred years after this incident, if it still exists, it may get what I want most. A miracle to come."

"Are you ready for the last step?"

"Yes."

He closed his eyes, "I will use all my magic power to gamble that he will pass on some of my spells."

"Well, as expected, I still don't understand you, Master Patriarch." The woman leaned over, the smell of powder was so strong that it was hard to breathe, "Obviously the combination of natural adaptation can be passed on, so I have to find other methods, just to let the If the surname of Shendu is not lost, it will be fine just relying on your elder brother's son."

Patriarch Shendu smiled calmly, and walked away from her without any trace, "Do you know why only the two of us have this surname?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to understand what he meant, the young man smiled and said, "Because they all died on the road of inheritance."

"That's really cruel."

Lisuo sighed lightly, not sure how true or false it was.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that my brother's child is not in the old house, so you don't need to pay attention to his spells." Patriarch Shendu raised his eyebrows slightly, "I have already made arrangements. After today's catastrophe, The Shendu family will no longer exist, and the only direct bloodline will rebuild the clan with the only remaining branches, and then...retire forever."

"Sure enough, I already knew it."

Yansuo gently combed the messy long hair of the Patriarch in front of him, which was scattered because he was too immersed in work.

If you don't think about it deeper, the picture of the black-haired youth and the beautiful woman together reveals an unspeakable weirdness and harmony.

"I know you covet my technique, but you will never have a chance in this life."

He spoke slowly.

Let the mana fluctuations outside continue to migrate in this direction.

All he relies on is the magic tool that is almost connected to him.

As long as the lights stay on, Ron Suo will definitely have no chance of defeating him.

"It's just a pity, after this thick fog, nothing will exist."

The woman fixes his hair.

"The magic tool that carries everything about you may reappear in a hundred years."

"It's not maybe, it's definitely."

Patriarch Shendu slowly turned his head to take a last look at her, the emotion in his black eyes was dim, "Aren't you going?"

"Will die."

Suddenly, that woman's face became the man who had always appeared by his side when he was a teenager.

He doesn't kill him, doesn't get angry with him, doesn't annoy him, it's just that during the purge, this person saved him lightly.

Then tell him.

His dreams, his illusions, and other inheritance methods of the family can all be realized.

He is very good at picking the right moment, and slowly bewitching him with sweet words.

It was only later that he became the head of the family, watching those people die, the light in his eyes became more and more dim.

In the end, he thought, maybe living in seclusion is also a good choice, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the curse.

It's just that people's hearts are always complicated, and if they are too high, some people will always be jealous.

"Is that so..."

The woman's slender hand caressed his face, leaning against his back, slowly moved from the chin, over the lips, over the tip of the nose, over the eyelids, and finally covered his pair of black eyes.

"Since we are leaving, let's go together."

"you sure?"

"Yes."

The roar of the curse spirit was close at hand, and the sound of each piece of magic equipment breaking was like a mournful cry.

The woman's voice was gentle and gentle, and she slowly added: "Actually, I don't covet your spell, after all, it is a useless ability in my hands, and I can't use myself to infuse weapons."

"You'd make them alive, but they're dead to me."

Her brightly painted lips were almost close to the other's cheek, "I'm only interested in you from the beginning to the end."

In the beginning, the spells of the Shendu family were not so powerful.

The spells at that time only had simple repair abilities, and they were one of the most useless spells.

Only that Patriarch felt that their spells and incantations were closely connected, so he thought of strengthening himself with incantations, and using the fusion of the two to improve himself.

He succeeded.

But he didn't want to stop there.

So he continued to practice and think, and finally raised the technique to the highest level. When he made the magic tool for the first time, the result he got was failure.

He failed countless times, was ridiculed countless times, and finally succeeded.

As a result, the Shendu family became the strongest family at that time, and their style was arrogant and reckless.

Soon, the magic world was shuffled.

The rise of the Yusan family overshadowed their limelight, and the Shendu family continued to decline due to civil strife. In the end, there were only two or three bloodlines that could inherit the technique.

Since then, it has been extremely difficult to pass on.

In his generation, there are not many other bloodlines with the surname Shendu left, and because of the civil strife in the so-called "curse spirit" and "inheritance", only his and his elder brother's dying children are left.

His technique can only be repaired, but he wants to reach the highest height of the Shendu family.

So he continued to explore, paying a price that ordinary people can't imagine, but he didn't succeed.

At this moment, Yan Suo appeared, and he proposed a direction that he had never thought of, so he finally researched a more powerful and perfect technique.

It is the technique of shouldering the Creator.

Even though he later clearly knew that the other party's original purpose was to better understand his spells, he still tried to rely on him to get something.

But he hasn't done it yet.

But if he doesn't show up, he may be trapped in that vicious circle all his life.

Therefore, he needs a reason to kill him, so that he can really make up his mind to kill him.

But...it doesn't seem to be necessary.

"What a delightful answer."

The black-haired young man leaned over gently, his fingertips tightly pressing the lamp connected to him.

"maybe."

Yan Suo's voice became calmer and smaller, "I will replace you to see what will happen a hundred years later."

"You and I will get what we covet."

"So now, it's time to rest."

The young man closed his eyes.

All the magic power spread out in an instant, and it burned like a burning match thrown into an old wooden house, quickly starting a prairie fire.

In the white light that engulfed everything, the glamorous woman raised the corners of her mouth, showing a crazy expression that got what she wanted.

It's not a lie.

He really doesn't need the other party's magic formula, and he can't use it at all. What he wants is the magic tool in the other party's hand, a magic tool that can fuse with people.

He pursues a better solution to spell power, and spell tools are also the most likely direction.

So he chose the other party, and it was just like his plan, all the way to this point.

Now that the other party is dead, more spells that have been fused will definitely be what he needs most.

And that "bond" made him the only existence that was not wiped out in this catastrophe.

It wasn't until sparks burned into his body that he opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

That's right, how could he not arouse the other party's suspicion with his specially changed body.

Really are……

She laughed until everything was wiped out.

In the boundless white light, Fu Sangshen opened his eyes, and it turned out that the story of the past was just a choice made at the expense of himself for a "possible".

may have become a reality.

He did not make other choices, because when the past is changed, he will not be able to return to his own world line.

He didn't want to see what happened next.

Pointless.

He will return to the original world line, because there are still people waiting for him, because that is his world.

He returned to the lamp again.

It is said in the conjuration world that the incantation equipment left by the Shendu family is extremely evil. It destroyed the curse spirit who came this time and the conjurer who came to "support" together.

It even bewitched its creator and took away the opponent's life.

The new head of the Shendu family appeared, and he coldly announced that the Shendu family would retire forever and would sever their connection with the secular world.

The relic was taken by Justice, and then lost in a battle over it.

He searched for it, but couldn't find it.

It has been placed in a corner for hundreds of years, and no one has found it.

But the creator gave everything, and even the spell that fused with the spirit gave birth to a ghost similar to a human under the scouring of time.

The moment it sees the light of day is mighty.

But as an existence that disrupts the balance, it was sealed up after all.

The rules were disrupted, and the Shendu family paid a price. Similarly, after paying the price, they got a brand new technique that could be passed down and was no longer weak.

A new balance is quietly established.

In the next millennium, Fu Sangshen slowly smiled at the young man beside him who had passed so long and still had the same appearance: "Thanks to the rage, Xia You and Gojo ran to Yokohama overnight to bring Dazai back and lifted him." , or I might really break down and shout your name."

"Ah."

There was only one single syllable that seemed a little lost in his reply.

"Xia You should be starting to create a magician."

"The ability of that curse spirit is limited, and it may not be possible until a long, long time later."

"Ordinary people whose brain structure doesn't support their use of surgery at least partly will become new blood."

"Yes... so what do you want to do next?"

Fu Sangshen stopped in his tracks. He watched the young man in front of him take out a scrap of paper, and then picked up a pen, "Whatever you want to do, just write it on it."

"Well……"

Fu Sangshen nodded his eyebrows pretending to be tangled, and then snapped his fingers handsomely, and the scraps of paper completely dissipated and turned into dust.

"This thing belongs to Yokohama. I don't know if he will be so angry that he vomits blood after he finds out."

He showed a childish sly smile, "What did you say that Yokohama doesn't belong to me? If you know that their treasure in Yokohama was destroyed by me so easily..."

"..."

"What I want to achieve has already been achieved." Fu Sangshen said slowly, "As for the rest, I will leave it to them to play with."

"..."

"What else do you want to say? Why is your expression so ugly, blue eyes."

Blue eyes choked speechlessly.

The broken page he worked so hard to get...

It's useless, and now...

He looked at each other with fetal eyes, as always, no different from the boy in his memory, as if they had been frozen in the moment of fleeing together thousands of years ago.

Still so capricious.

He said he wanted to make a new container, and he did it, he said he wanted to accomplish his righteousness for Xiayou, and he said he wanted him to live, so he kept talking about this purpose all the time.

"Blue eyes."

Fu Sangshen smiled.

"The paintbrush customized for you has arrived. I wonder if I can see your personal painting collection published when Xiayou and the others celebrate their [-]th birthday."

"...I will."

Blue Eyes paused for a while and added: "They don't need to be 80 years old."