Versatile Mage: My magic power can be doubled

As he flicked his finger, the beam of light, like holy light, scattered the remaining light, causing the death of one after another of the undead.

He fixed his eyes on the floating skeleton dragon above.

"Why are you flying? Do you really think we are afraid of you!" The gorgeous and mysterious, huge and dazzling star palace under him was quickly constructed.

He held a huge sword made of blazing light in one hand, and swung it at the skeleton dragon casually.

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The tip of the sword burst out with a strong and terrifying light, falling from the sky, so hot, so sacred, as if any living creature could suppress it.

The sword light was like several huge swords, locking the skeleton dragon tightly and blocking it.

The Skeleton Dragon screamed and fell directly from the sky. A part of its body broke off. A lot of green light came out of its body. Energy continued to replenish it and barely connected the body.

The military commander in the middle, a tall and thin man, also faced the other two weak dead kings.

There were multiple lights and shadows behind him, and soon a brilliant star light appeared, quickly connecting and drawing a star palace.

"Rebuke the wind blade!"

The wind blade was like a sickle, coming down from the sky, more like a knife and axe that chopped the entire space, and even the space was a little shaken.

It fell from the sky, instantly, and chopped straight down. The Agate Corpse King who was walking in the farthest distance did not dodge in time, and half of his body seemed to be cracked. The blood that kept flowing out of his body was like a river, soaking a group of tumorous flesh-rotten corpse ministers.

Both of them were notified to come to support. They were super-level and nearly perfect beings. Facing several dead kings who had been consumed a lot, they were a little more imposing than the other party.

The roars continued, the fighting continued, and soon the two sides quickly entangled together. Every overflow magic could destroy a group of undead, and every random attack could affect many magicians.

In front of the Death Gate Bridge.

Several people were hesitating there.

Mo Fan pointed to the front and cursed: "This old king must be sick. He is dead and still doing these fancy things, and the space magic on the bridge."

"Okay, Brother Fan, stop cursing, let's think quickly." Zhang Xiaohou said with a melancholy face.

Let's go this way. I think if we go together, we may really be able to break a way out. "Mo Fan grinned and chose one of them. Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo quickly followed.

"Why don't you go with them?" Fang Gu looked at Fan Jian who had not left yet with a strange look on his face.

"At least be a companion. "Fan Jian shrugged. Fang Gu had nothing to say. He stepped onto a stone bridge and walked away. Fan Jian followed behind.

According to the original story, the road chosen by the other party was the gate of life, and successfully led to the altar of the ancient king, the blood throne.

The arch bridge was very long. Fan Jian felt that he had walked for a long time. There was only the sound of footsteps along the way, one after another, with a little rhythm.

The surroundings were still empty and dark, with an invisible abyss, pitch black.

Why did they choose to split into two roads? If it were me, I would definitely take one arch bridge each. Are they taking this as a joke? "Chu Jia, the elder of the Hunter Alliance, said coldly, with an ugly face.

They looked through the evil eye bronze mirror and saw that the children were divided into two teams and stepped onto the arch bridge separately.

So what? These young people have done enough. They dared to hide and help find a chance, which is already a help to us! "Han Ji said coldly, looking at Chu Jia.

The latter was naturally angry but dared not speak, closed his mouth, and his face was gloomy.

Han Ji's expression was a bit complicated, his eyes staring at the evil eye bronze mirror, and then it seemed to be turned, the perspective turned to another place, below was a space, all dark, only the figures of the undead, and in the center was Mo Fan and his men.

The senior officials present showed despair, is God going to destroy this ancient capital?

Du Xiao didn't say anything, just walked forward. With one arm broken, he was going to fight again and die, and he had to fight to the last moment!

Zhu Meng followed closely behind, and a strong thunder and fire armor burst out of his body. Although the light was a little weak, it was still powerful.

Support the battlefield one after another.

The jade arch bridge under his feet continued, and sections of ancient jade Stone appeared on the arch bridge.

Fan Jian and Fang Gu walked down, and the arch bridge behind them suddenly began to collapse, breaking into countless pieces and falling into the bottomless black cliff.

There is only one way to the altar, the way to the blood throne of the ancient king.

The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, on the top of the dark mountain, and cannot be easily seen.

The steps to the altar are very high and huge. They don’t look like they are for people to climb, but more like they are for the gods and giants.

From a distance, there is red silk hanging down from the altar, one step after another, continuously falling at the corners. When you get closer, you will find that this is not silk at all, but extremely sticky blood,

Sticky to a certain extent, a blood waterfall that keeps flowing.

They are all spit out from the dragon heads carved in detail at the corners, lifelike, like blood overflowing after eating, very realistic.

It's so realistic, it's something." Fan Jian couldn't help but sighed, while Fang Gu on the side had a blank expression. These things were all mentioned in the ancient teachings of the village, but they were mysterious and he was not interested. The two began to walk up along the stairs. The higher they went, the narrower the stairs above became, and the space kept shrinking, and finally gradually became a level that could be stepped across in one step.

The ancient and mysterious blood throne was within reach.

On the altar full of white jade, a crystal clear, angular throne stood in the center, as if countless swords were inserted upside down on it, with a majestic aura. The two walked forward, looking up, and there was a black armor robe floating on the blood throne, as if someone was wearing it.

The armor robe was lifelike, and it was obviously a thing with a long history. The cold light reflected from it was clear. Clearly reflecting the reflections of the two people approaching.

There seemed to be a shadow in the armor robe, and an unbearable momentum pressed Fan Jian and Fang Gu, as if there were eyes staring at them.

But then, there was a voice, a voice urging them in their hearts, feeling that if they put on it, they would be able to control everything in the world and become the strongest person!

Fang Gu's eyes were swaying, and his body kept moving forward, grabbing Fan Jian.

The white deer ring on Fan Jian's finger showed a faint light, but he was not affected.

As if feeling something strange, the shadow in the armor robe suddenly stood up, like a living person, staring straight at Fan Jian, and the armor robe kept emitting a strong evil spirit.

And Fang Gu suddenly fainted on the ground inexplicably.