Magic Tool

The power of thunder is the most masculine and domineering power in the world. The magic weapon sect's techniques belong to the Yin and Evil category, and it is this power that is most afraid of.

They no longer dared to let go of their power rashly, facing the greatest power in the world, they no longer dare to be presumptuous, they can only support it hard.

The first thunder hit, followed by the second, and the third. Although Rowan did not actively control the direction and position of thunder and lightning, as the highest island, the mountains on the island still suffered huge thunder and lightning. With the thunder and lightning attack, the light of the magic circle became weaker and thinner, and as the thunder fell, it finally disappeared suddenly.

A huge turbulent wave fell directly on the island, and the turbulent waves flowed by. Suddenly the trees were uprooted, the stones rolled, and the waves rolled away. The huge impact rushed to the island, bombarding the entire island. Rattle.

Waves and water bombarded one after another, and soon the big island was full of holes.

. . .

In two full days and two nights, the thick black clouds finally passed, revealing the scorching sunset.

In the past two days, the Magic Weapon Sect did not take any action, defending desperately. After the outer defensive array was broken, the defensive array under the island was defended desperately, and the power of the entire sect was assembled. Finally, they were not defeated. They spent money. In two days, every magician was exhausted, every magic weapon was exhausted, and it was very miserable. Even so, hundreds of people were bombarded by the power of the lightning infiltrating the magic circle and died on the spot.

The Demon Weapon Sect was greatly hurt, but their faces were only angry, but they did not have the slightest grudge. Who would dare to avenge such an enemy?

. . .

Two days later, the figure of the storm appeared in another sea area, but the news that he was controlling the storm spread out with the devastating vitality of the magic weapon sect. Therefore, walking along the way, he never found a darkness again. There were no guild personnel even on the islands provided by the sea race, and even the magic circle was completely withdrawn.

The dark guild disappeared.

Rowan raged all the way without stopping. Without the Dark Guild, he swept all the way along the way according to the established route.

. . .

The sea clan has a huge area, and the time to gather the five sea areas is relatively slow. It was not until the fifth day before they gathered all the forces and discussed countermeasures. All the holy ones that could be called were also present, and there were a total of seven. There are two places in the central waters and two in the northern waters. There is only one in the other waters, but the gathering of seven saints is enough to cope with the scene before us.

After the Central Kingdom finished the matter, all the saints had reached a consensus through spiritual exchanges.

It's just a human saint, isn't it right?

A 10,000-mile storm, how is this possible, a 10,000-mile storm, do they know how much it costs? Even if they themselves control a storm of a thousand miles at most, it's not bad. All, I didn’t believe it at first, but when the evidence was in front of us, with the arrogance of the sage, they naturally disdained the stock. Even the storm in the sea area of ​​thousands of miles, they are confident that they can stop, so the old man’s face turned green. Under the face, the seven saints left together, and even the formal meeting was not held.

Rowan was still wandering around on the sea. When it was the ninth day, a group of saints, a sea tribe saint with seven people, came and stood in front of the endless storm. They unscrupulously released their breath, hit the storm for the first time, and directly dispelled the storm for hundreds of miles, but that was all.

Feeling this huge aura, Rowan woke up from comprehending the law of the storm, his figure disappeared from the storm, and his figure appeared not far in front of the seven.

These seven saints, except for the two mermaid, are of different races. They are all sea races. They are unified into human forms, with a little ethnic color, lined up.

When they came, they were full of spirits, but when they saw the overwhelming storm, their expressions became a little dignified. Especially, with their strength, they only dispelled the storm of Baili, and their heart suddenly changed.

And they did not feel too much spiritual power. This person should use his own spiritual power to move the laws of heaven and earth. It does not need to spend too much time to form such a fierce storm. One person controls such a huge storm. , The mental power is indeed huge to an outrageous situation, even if they mastered this method, it is probably impossible to control so much.

This human race is indeed powerful.

They each looked at each other, and their hearts had gradually calmed down, and after some mental energy exchanges, cold lights appeared in their eyes.

Originally, they only planned to disperse the storm and kill the starry sky mage named Rowan, but now it seems that there must be a big battle.

So after the discussion, the old mermaid stood up. He looked at Rowan in front and said in a deep voice, "Master Luo Wen, right? You’ve been raging at sea for so long, it’s time to stop, we Talk about it, how about you stop the storm first."

Rowan looked at the old man, looked at the people behind them, his expression did not change at all, and he still said indifferently, "Is this what you mean, or what all of you mean?"

The old man's heart moved, "Naturally what all of us mean?"

Luo Wen sneered, "It seems that you have no sincerity. Everyone is a saint, so don't play imaginary. This storm, it took me a month to fully gather, so you let me stop and stop. under?"

The old man lowered his head with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said, "We have brought what you said, and I naturally hope you can abide by the agreement."

Rowan glanced at the old man, his mouth twitched, and his body suddenly disappeared.

"When you are sincere, talk to me again."

When the old man saw Rowan disappear, his expression changed, and he said to the others, "Let's take action, let's disperse this storm together."

The other six people looked at the old man and nodded. This is what they meant. Although the storm does look a bit big, it is not impossible to disperse. It only takes a little effort. They themselves are the saints of the sea clan, controlling the storm. , The waves are just instinctive to them.

So the seven saints went from different directions.

The old man in the middle naturally shot directly. He raised his brows, his brows were dancing, and his spiritual power surged out, forming countless runes, hidden in the heavens and the earth. These runes quickly formed a magic circle, the heavens and the earth. The temperature between them changed directly, and soon, a small storm formed in front, a storm completely opposite to Rowan. As soon as this storm had formed, it went to Rowan's storm.

Two different storms met. The wind collided and neutralized. Soon, a large storm controlled by Rowan began to slowly stop, and the clouds in the sky dissipated.

But the two are not of the same order of magnitude at all. When this storm and Rowan’s storm are consumed, Rowan’s storm once again formed a scale.

The eyes of the old man stared.