Journey of the Legendary Wizard

Mo Lin was like a ghost, his steps were light and fast, and he approached silently without making a single sound.

Soon, Mo Lin walked around the southeast of the town, but, contrary to his expectations, he didn't find anything.

"No..." Maureen frowned.

After thinking about it, Mo Lin looked outside the town, so he did not hesitate, turned into a faint shadow, and flew towards the southeast outside the town.

Finally, after walking for a while, Mo Lin noticed that the circular print in the palm of his hand began to emit a faint silvery glimmer.

"It looks like it's really outside the town."

Maureen said softly with a smile on his face.

Without hesitation, he accelerated his speed and rushed forward.

The light from the circular print became brighter and brighter, and at the end, it was as bright as moonlight, reflecting a clear brilliance around it.

"It's here." Mo Lin felt the feeling from the circular print on his palm, and immediately stopped when his heart moved.

It seems that this place should be a mass grave, surrounded by dense tombstones, some randomly inserted, some are neat, some are very old, and some are relatively new, and they don't look like much.

Mo Lin didn't look at the tombstones, but focused his gaze on a large rock in front of the mass grave.

There are several large stones in front of the mass grave. This stone is ordinary, ordinary, and inconspicuous.

"That's it, yes, there is a layer of witchcraft on the surface." Mo Lin smiled and stopped in front of the stone.

"It's just that this cover-up witchcraft looks, how... it's really strange."

Maureen suddenly frowned.

After thinking about it, Mo Lin stretched out his hand and gently stroked the surface of the stone. The circle on his palm was printed with a silver light, which made the whole stone surface tremble. Then, layers of runes appeared like reflections in water. , slowly emerged around.

The stone has disappeared, and in place, there is a dark hole, like leading to something unknown.

"So it's unraveled?"

Maureen was startled.

The disguising of witchcraft is not simple. The structure and structure of witchcraft, as well as the energy response of witchcraft and the arrangement of energy points, unexpectedly, he has never seen.

Originally, he thought it would take a lot of effort to break it open, but he didn't expect it to break easily with just a flick of the circular print on his palm.

After being surprised, Maureen retracted his thoughts.

"Look at what's in there."

Maureen was excited for a while, and he knew that something good had happened to him.

After calming down a bit, Maureen took out a palm-sized gray-white slate from his arms.

He whispered a few witchcraft incantations, and a dense dark energy particle rushed over and poured into the slate.

The gray-white slate immediately swelled and became the size of an ordinary slate. Immediately, it grew four tiny feet and two hands, and a pair of big eyes appeared above the slate, blinking constantly, looking very clever.

Feet in red and white shoes, two small hands, and a pair of big eyes, this slate came to life in an instant.

“@#%…\u0026amp;*Cai Cai…”

The gray-white stone turned his eyes, and suddenly found Mo Lin next to him, he jumped up in fright, his eyes were about to go out, he turned around and wanted to run, looking vivid.

"I give you life, and by oath, you will also obey my call (in ancient Andas)!"

Morin's face sank, and he immediately said this in ancient Andas.

But in his heart, he felt helpless for a while, and sure enough, the Slate of the Foul Star is worthy of being called a troublemaker, making many wizards both love and hate existences.

It just came out, and it was so revealing.

"If it wasn't for detecting what's inside, I wouldn't let this troublesome thing come out."

Maureen said fiercely in his heart.

However, Mo Lin also knew that the filthy star slate was very good in detection, and had a miraculous effect in sensing witchcraft traps. Moreover, the active filth star slate was some precious witchcraft material, which was indispensable in some witchcraft experiments.

In the end, Huixing Slate reluctantly walked into the hole with four small legs.

Mo Lin slowly closed his eyes, relying on the pupil vision witchcraft left on the filthy star slate to observe the filthy star slate and everything around it.

After a while, what appeared around was a manor-like building. There was a strange shimmer around the building, which was the light emitted by defensive witchcraft.

"It's a really good discovery." Such an idea flashed through Maureen's mind, and he urged the Foul Star Slate to walk forward.

As the Foul Star Slate approached, Mo Lin gradually saw the manor clearly.

Although there is no abnormality, Maureen still feels that something is wrong from the distribution map of air concentration and various gases.

It's a time-honored feeling.

"At least three or four hundred years."

Morin estimated such a value based on the analysis of the chip.

On the way ahead, there are witch traps appearing one by one. Although a long time has passed, a large part of them are still functioning. The slate is there, it's not a big problem.

In the courtyard, there are many pieces of paper, which should have been thrown from upstairs by the owner of the place when he was in a bad mood.

Maureen asked Huixing Slate to pick up one and watched it.

"This is at least a field that formal wizards can only get involved in!" Maureen was shocked.

Although the things recorded on the pieces of paper are very simple, just simple witchcraft conjectures and witchcraft structures, but Mo Lin found out at once that these things, at least only formal wizards can relate to, and even, The average formal wizard is far inferior.

"Could it be that this is the residence of an official wizard?"

Such an idea flashed in Maureen's mind.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he realized that there was something wrong with the Foul Star Slate.

A small gnawing sound came over, and Mo Lin suddenly found that the ground around him was undulating slowly like water waves, and small mouths appeared at an unknown time. Inside were sharp, small teeth that kept gnashing together. .

"Devil's vine? No, no, this is the transplant of the devil's vine, and it is activated and solidified on the ground!"

Mo Lin felt the mouth that was getting bigger and older, and the expression on his face changed suddenly, and said, "What kind of transplant is this? Not only is the devil's vine permanently solidified and will not decline, but its The power looks stronger!"

The Hunxing Slate jumped up and wanted to leave, but found that it couldn't move at all.

"There is even a gravitational magic that makes people run away!"

Maureen's expression was extremely ugly.

call!

Suddenly, a handful of bright energy arrows shot over, hitting the filthy star slate heavily.

With a bang, the slate of the filth star exploded directly, becoming countless pieces of rubble, scattered all over the ground, and then devoured by those tiny mouths.

"Damn, it failed this time!"

Maureen cursed involuntarily.

Just when the vision of the witchcraft was about to dissipate, suddenly, Mo Lin found a person at the door.

He is a phantom with a faint shimmer, which should be a spiritual brand.

"Although I'm just a third-class apprentice, my residence is not something ordinary people can break into."

The figure laughed, and there was a natural strength and pride in his tone, and said, "Even a formal wizard doesn't dare to break in at will, you, you dare to break in at will, really... …”

Suddenly, the figure was stunned, with a confused look on his face, and said, "So you are not someone who broke in at will, you are the inheritor."

"Hundreds of years have passed, and finally there is someone who has obtained the teacher's book, deconstructed the mystery, and condensed the mark of inheritance..."

The figure is sighing, as if happy, but also as sad.

A moment of gloom.

The pupil vision sorcery dissipated.

Outside.

"Well……"

Mo Lin couldn't help but let out a groan, and subconsciously took a step or two back.

He felt upset in his chest, and his blood was rising and falling.

So Maureen stretched out his hand and supported a stone next to him, gasping for breath.