If you are in Xingyue, you are not the king of the Lost Belt!

Finally, he gritted his teeth and cut his finger with a transparent dagger, carefully controlling the blood to drip onto the conch.

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But fortunately, after what happened last night, most people stayed at home and prayed to the gods, and no one came here.

"Select the corresponding magic, and then convert the operation method of the magic into a magic circle, and engrave it on the material."

"Then drip the blood into the carved grooves to transmit the magic power, so that no other materials are needed."

It's a good plan, but it hurts a little bit.

Oort sealed up the blood, and the production of this dress also led to the last step-filling the magic core.

"Hope I can make it right the first time!"

After all, he made a small piece of crystal and put it in the conch.

"Come out! My fireball!"

The whole body of the conch, in the groove where the blood was sealed, faintly emitted a crimson light.

The light spreads from the crystal at the core to the tip.

The surrounding humid air began to become hot and dry, and the temperature gradually increased.

It seems to be a success!

Oort was full of joy. If he succeeded the first time, he must brag to his teacher.

Whoa!

The fireball burst out from the tip of the conch, emitting light and heat.

"Great! Although it's a bit crude, the teacher will definitely not dislike the dress that I, a beginner, can make!"

Click!

As soon as the words fell, a strange voice came from the conch.

The fireball that appeared began to become chaotic, and the blazing flames kept moving, like a wild horse running free.

click

There was another crisp sound.

The conch snail split in two, and the fireball in mid-air also disappeared. Only the remaining warmth could prove that it had been burned.

Succeeded, but not entirely.

From the perspective of triggering magic, it is undoubtedly a success.

If it is defined as a one-time magic dress, it is undoubtedly justified.

But if this thing is given away, Oort dare not.

For one thing, Circe would definitely laugh at him, and then collect this as Oort's dark history.

Secondly, Circe is undoubtedly strong in the field of magic, and has very high requirements for magic. If the other party gets angry because of this, it will not be worth the loss.

In short, don't give away this kind of thing!

Immediately deal with the failed work, Oort started the second attempt.

"Maybe the temperature of the fireball is too high, I'll try another magic engraving on it. This time, I will add more blood, maybe there is too little blood to build the magic pathway!"

He made a guess and immediately put it into practice.

The second time is ice pick magic.

Click!

The icicle did come out, but like the previous failed dress, it returned to nature within a few seconds after persisting.

Moreover, this time the persistence time is shorter.

How is this going?

Oort rubbed the wound on his hand and fell into thought.

"I clearly followed the requirements in the book!! The magic has been successfully cast, why is there something wrong with the dress itself?"

The use of blood as a pathway is strongly recommended by the "Crash Tutorial for Simple Essences" in Oort's hands.

It is said that as long as blood is used, the difficulty factor of making the dress will be greatly reduced.

Even the output requirements of the magic power core can be lowered.

——To put it bluntly, even a fool can succeed as long as he uses blood as the material.

It is difficult for Oort to imagine the author of this book's mentality to add such a sentence at the end.

"Isn't this a lie! I clearly followed his request strictly, but in the end I made such a defective product!"

If possible, Oort would like to talk about life with this author.

Turned to the side, the author's name and message are recorded on it.

I am not good at magic, and with my humble talent, I wrote this book——Hecate.

Oort's little heart paused for a few seconds again.

"Master, I was so offended just now!"

"Your book is absolutely flawless, it's definitely my fault!"

In short, Oort summed up everything just now into one sentence - it's all my problem!

After all, magic is still a practical knowledge, and Oort, who refused to admit defeat, began to try again and again.

Lightning strike magic dress, failed.

……

Failed to disguise the magic dress.

"Strictly speaking, it cannot be called a failure, but the success is not obvious."

Oort sat cross-legged on the beach, staring blankly at the blue sea and blue sky in the distance, he was almost drained.

When a magician runs out of mana, he will extract life force to alleviate the lack of mana.

Conversely, when the magician is in danger of life, the magic power will also help the magician heal his body.

Now the problem Oort is facing is that he has lost too much blood, his face is blue, and his lips are pale.

If it wasn't for the magic power feeding back to his body, he would have died long ago.

Now, Oort's magic power has reached a low point. According to his estimation, the remaining magic power can only try to make a magic dress again.

Conch fragments covered nearly half of the beach.

This means that there is not much material left for Oort.

"So, what's wrong? People are not sages and sages can do nothing. I mean, is there a possibility that the master made a mistake when she wrote this book?"

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Slandering the gods will result in retribution.

A gust of wind rose suddenly on the sea, and swift tides rolled in from the line between the sea and the sky.

The tide is very fast, and with Oort's current physical condition, there is no way to escape the fate of being swallowed into the sea.

"Master Ancestor, I know I was wrong, you should accept the supernatural powers!"

The tide has no intention of stopping, maintaining an unstoppable posture.

Seeing that Oort was about to die in the hands of the tide.

"Human beings, you must maintain awe of the sea. This principle is the same as reverence for gods. Don't you understand?"

A sassy female voice sounded from the sky, and with it, there was an invisible barrier of magic power.

The tide swept in front of Oort, and slammed into the invisible barrier.

I had no choice but to retreat.

"Is this a manifestation of the gods?" Oort asked in surprise.

"Apparition? What kind of strange description is this? If it refers to saving you, it should be regarded as an apparition.

But unfortunately you are not on my side, so there will be no second time. "

24. The emotional module is offline

With his back to the sun, he fell slowly from the sky, and the dazzling sunlight made Oort unable to see the opponent's face clearly.

The flowing silver hair is faintly visible.

"Dare to look at me directly? You, a mortal, are really bold enough."

This man is really desperate

Such a crazy person in the Age of Gods will not end well!

Although he was very grateful for the other party's life-saving grace, Oort didn't like this haughty tone.

After all, the other party saved him, so he whispered a reminder.

"Be careful, I think you can fly, I think you are not bad.

But if the gods see you so arrogant, they have a hundred ways to do you. "

interesting.

The troubles that were originally pent up in my heart disappeared because of these words.

"Okay, then I'll change my name, tell me what the gods will do to me?"

The man fell to the ground, staggering out of the glare of the sun.

Oort was able to get a glimpse of the other person's appearance.

Silver hair and red pupils, fair complexion and beautiful appearance, not soft clothes, wearing navel armor, with a silver long sword on his waist.

What is even more valuable is the innate temperament on his body, which faintly overwhelms the already outstanding appearance.

This is the beauty that could have sparked the Trojan War.

But it doesn't matter whether he is beautiful or not, the main thing is to repay the grace of saving his life, Oort thought so.

She felt that the man in front of her was a little special, so she came closer and wanted to take a closer look.

It’s okay to see from a distance, but not close. Oort still wants to live longer.

"Don't come here!"

Oort stopped the opponent from approaching.

"You are so beautiful, I am afraid!"

In this special era, don't get involved with beautiful women, otherwise you will become unlucky.

——Of course, the teacher reluctantly excluded it.

The silver-haired woman was about to approach, but she stopped in place in astonishment because of her words.

The violent tide receded, only gentle waves washed the beach.

The waves went up to the shore, reached the silver-haired woman's ankles, stopped in front of Oort, and then receded.

The scene cooled down instantly.

The silver-haired woman had heard too many compliments, and thought that her wisdom had seen through the sweet words of all the men in the world.

But she found that she was still wrong.

In an unsuspecting situation, sincere praise has a superhuman effect.

Especially when Oort used his delicate face, the most serious expression, and the most resistant tone, to say something that made people want to refuse and welcome.

This feeling is indescribably wonderful, like a brown bear jumping out of thick snow in winter and suddenly dancing with its arms around you.