Invincible Bloodline

Storm Temple, in front of a towering and majestic statue of a god.

"The great god of storms, Seidel Arado Els...listen to the prayers of your most devout servant..."

Yang Fan transformed into the Pope of Storms, clasped his hands, and prayed devoutly. After some thinking, Yang Fan finally made up his mind to deal with the God of Storms first. The Pope of Storms is such a best vest, if he doesn't make good use of it, but Will be struck by lightning.

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After counting the interest.

"Buzz..."

The towering statue seemed to have come to life, and suddenly opened its eyes.

"Servis, what do you want from me?" The voice of the God of Storms is like a bell, and like a heavy hammer, striking the souls of the world, making people unable to help but crawl to the ground and rush to the ground. He worships him devoutly.

"His Majesty Seidel, the great God of Storms, humble servant, I have something important to tell you. Please come to me in person." Yang Fan lowered his head, his voice extremely humble.

"Huh? Servais, have you forgotten the contract of the gods?" The voice of the God of Storm Seidel was faintly displeased. The destructive power of the divine domain mages was too terrifying. It once almost destroyed the Magic Continent. After the third round of the divine war, the nine gods jointly signed a divine contract. The gods could only incarnate and walk in the mortal world, and their true bodies were not allowed to come at will.

If the person who spoke was not Storm Pope Servis, his most beloved general, but someone else dared to make such a request, he would have to let him know what the fury of the storm was.

"Your Majesty Seidel, the Great Storm God, your humble servant has discovered the treasure trove of the Lord of Fury."

"What? The treasure house of the Lord of Raging Flames? Servis, are you telling the truth?" The expression of Seidel, the God of Storm, suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable heat. Nearly ten billion years have passed, and the magical world has , most living beings don’t know that in their magical world, there once was a supreme master who controlled the entire magical world. Even the high gods are just humble servants under their command, but the God of Storms, how can he not He understood what the Lord of Raging Flames represented, and even back then, he had seen the Lord of Raging Flames.

"Your Majesty Seidel, the great God of Storms, this is absolutely true. The treasure house of the Lord of Raging Flames is in the Kingdom of Raymond. Evan, the Duke of Hell, received the peripheral inheritance of the Lord of Raging Flames and was able to achieve what he is today. ......."

"Evan, the Duke of Hell, has obtained the peripheral inheritance of the Lord of Raging Flames?" Seidel, the God of Storm, nodded thoughtfully. He had also heard about the newly rising Duke of Hell, Evan, within his own sphere of influence. A five-hundred-year-old half-step Holy Spirit Mage, or even a true Holy Spirit Mage, even he, a divine domain mage, is not that capable, but if it is said that he has been inherited by the Lord of Raging Flames, then everything will be explained. Well, the magical power of the Lord of Raging Flames is beyond his imagination. Even though he is no longer what he used to be and is a divine mage, in the eyes of the Lord of Raging Flames, he is probably just a slightly stronger ant. With a wave of his hand, he can be wiped out.

"Exactly, the news about the Lord of Raging Flame's treasure house was also obtained from Duke Evan. However, the core of the treasure house has a very strong restriction. With the servant's weak strength, it is difficult to shake the restriction at all. Helplessly, We can only ask the great God of Storms, His Majesty Seidel, to take action personally."

"Okay! Servais, I will descend to the realm immediately." Seidel, the God of Storms, couldn't wait. At this moment, he threw all the contracts of God out of the sky. It was the treasure of the Lord of Raging Flames, and there was no telling what it was about. The secret to becoming the master of magic is hidden.

As long as he can advance to the level of the Lord of Magic, the God of Destruction and the rest are just a group of ants, how can they be taken seriously by him.

Even if they don't cause trouble for him, he won't let them go.

As for Yang Fan's words, Seidel, the God of Storms, has no doubts. Servis has followed him for so many years and his loyalty to him is unquestionable. Otherwise, it would be impossible to become the Pope of their Storm Temple and his most important role in magic. spokesperson for mainland China.

Moreover, who is the Lord of Raging Flames? He is the Lord of their magical world. It is normal that a high-ranking Holy Spirit Mage like Servis cannot break the magic circle and restrictions he has set up.

.......

After one breath.

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~Buzz~~~"

The tall statue of the god shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became the size of an ordinary person.

"Serves, where is the treasure house of the Lord of Raging Flames? Take me there quickly." Seidel, the God of Storm, urged. He couldn't wait to see the treasure house of the Lord of Raging Flames. Suddenly, Seidel, the God of Storms, seemed to have thought of something again, "By the way, what about Evan, the Duke of Hell?" Have you made arrangements so that when necessary, you can..."

As he spoke, Seidel, the God of Storms, flashed murderous intent in his eyes. The matter of the Lord of Raging Flame's treasure house was of great importance and there must be no mistakes. He did not want this news to be known to other gods. Among the nine gods, he Seidel, the God of Storms, is not the strongest, and it is still unknown whether he can even be ranked among the top five. Once the news leaks out, the treasure of the Lord of Raging Flames may not be able to do much with him.

"Evan, Duke of Hell? Seidel, isn't this Duke right here?" Suddenly, a hint of joking flashed across Yang Fan's lips, changing his previous humble attitude.

There was a flash of light on his body and he went straight to disguise.

"Not good?" Seidel, the God of Storms, changed his expression, and an ominous omen suddenly swept through his mind, a trap! This is a trap!

at this time.......

"Prison of God, rise!" It was as if the voice of the great avenue was coming from all directions.

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~Buzz~~~"

The light curtains of laws rose up and instantly turned into a terrifying cage, trapping Seidel, the God of Storms, inside.

The Prison of Gods is the ultimate confinement array left by the Lord of Fury in the Vulcan Scepter, specifically to imprison the divine mages in the magical world. Although, with Yang Fan’s current cultivation level as a lower divine mage, even with the help of the Vulcan Scepter It is difficult for them to exert the power of the first level of the God's Prison, but even so, the average high-level divine domain mage who falls into the God's Prison will be completely banned, not to mention such a central figure as the God of Storms. A divine mage.

Since the arrival of his true form, Seidel, the God of Storms, has been the turtle in the urn.

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"The Prison of Gods, this is the prison of God of the Lord of Raging Flames. Damn it, you have obtained the true inheritance of the Lord of Raging Flames..." Seidel, the God of Storm, let out a heart-rending cry, like mourning a concubine. The wailing, the infamy of the Prison of Gods, in the era dominated by the Lord of Raging Flames, was so majestic that it was simply the nightmare of the gods.

"Bang~~~Bang~~~Bang~~~"

Endless hurricanes continued to erupt from his body. However, the terrifying hurricane that could easily strangle the Holy Spirit Mage was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was easily absorbed by the surrounding laws of light in the prison of God.

"Ah~~~No, Evan, let me out. If you have the courage, you can fight with me openly..."

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thanks to A Zhicheng Real Estate for the reward.