Super Dimensional Wizard

The sudden disappearance of the "Devil's Shadow" hanging high above his head was already an astonishing event.

But if one knew that the reason why the Demon God's shadow disappeared was because someone killed the Demon God's true spirit with one blow, then this matter would be even more unimaginable.

Moreover, the incredible degree of this incident is beyond measure even with Sanders' strength. Just like summer insects don't know the cold of winter, people's hearts can't understand the divine nature. Completely two different levels of things!

Sanders had guessed before that the man might be very powerful, but to be so powerful still made him feel unreal.

But the fact was before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

If we say that killing Orussia and the demon god's clone is just a hole in the sky. So, when the true spirit of the Demon God falls, it will be a complete change!

Sanders now understands a little bit. When he was in Rasudran, the birdcage was broken, and the demons forced humans into an extremely cramped battle circle. Why did Lord Galar let them leave when they had an absolute advantage?

Because when the true spirit fell...the sky changed.

Sanders recalled that after leaving Rasudran, the atmosphere of the abyss did change significantly, and according to all the people who stayed on Sky Island, they always felt like someone was prying at them from time to time. At the time, they thought it was an illusion, but now that I think about it, It is estimated that those powerful people are following the map to find all the tracks of the Flameless Lord's true spirit before his death!

Sanders was in shock for most of the day.

If Angel hadn't been calling his name, Sanders would probably still be in a daze.

But even if Sanders came back to his senses, the shock in his eyes still did not disappear. He looked at Angel, and something came to his throat several times, but he choked back every time.

He really didn't know how to evaluate it. Whether it was the Demon God's corpse, the Demon God's true spirit, or the person from the nightmare world, he couldn't comment on it.

In the end, Sanders just sighed deeply: "That's it for today. I need to think deeply."

After Sanders finished speaking, without waiting for Angel's reaction, he flicked his hand and temporarily closed the Gravity Garden. Except for Bobota, neither Sanders himself nor Angel appeared in the outside room.

"Go and rest. We'll talk about everything... tomorrow."

For Sanders, there were too many shocks today, one after another.

Every wave has terrifying power enough to submerge the Southern Territory, and the waves pushed out by the tide tend to get higher and higher!

With his endurance, he also needs to relax a bit.

Taking advantage of the easing period, let’s sort out the “big news” from Angel tonight. At least, let’s first clarify the subsequent waves of the Demon God and its impact on the Savage Cave, Frost Moon, and even the Southern Territory.

Angel thought for a while, and the most important things have been said. The two corpses have been displayed. The only thing left to talk about is the projected bloodline and the Hangu ruins.

Sanders should have guessed the matter of projecting the bloodline from the sudden increase in his physical strength; as for meeting Wardle and what happened later in the Hangu ruins, it is not a big deal. It makes no difference to tell him sooner or later. .

Thinking of this, Angel nodded to Sanders and turned to leave.

Sanders looked at Angel's retreating back, and heard the sound of leather boots hitting the ground from the marble corridor. As the footsteps faded, he lowered his head, took out a pen and paper and began to write down the notes.

After Angel left, he returned to his room, but unknown to him, he happened to miss Zslade who came to him to exchange his alchemy experience.

Zislade left depressedly, while Angel lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

He originally wanted to go to the Wilderness of Dreams, but when he returned to the room, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally returned to the Southern Territory, and the tense emotions in the abyss were completely relaxed. What followed was weakness and fatigue. Whether it was meditation or logging into the wilderness of dreams, Angel couldn't care less. As soon as I put on the soft silk quilt, I began to feel drowsy, and soon fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

When Angel woke up, the sky was still dark.

He didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by some rustling sounds outside.

After using a cleaning technique, Angel walked out of the room refreshed. He first went to Sanders' room, but there was a young devil falcon with a golden beak and black feathers squatting at the door of Sanders. When seeing Angel, the demon falcon made an "X" with its wings.

Angel knew this little demon falcon, which was Sanders's alchemy familiar. Its actions obviously refused Angel's entry.

It is estimated that Sanders is not done yet.

Angel nodded to the demon falcon, then turned and left. When he came to the three-way corridor, Angel originally planned to go back to his room, but there was a rustling sound from the long corridor leading to the front hall. It was the same sound that woke Angel up from his dream. .

Angel looked back and saw a burst of footsteps suddenly coming from the other side of the corridor.

The footsteps were slow and had a sense of twilight and concentration.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Angel saw a white-haired old woman appearing at the other end of the corridor. She was walking slowly carrying a basket. Because of the angle, Angel could only After seeing a short distance, the old lady soon staggered out of Angel's sight. But looking at the direction of movement, it seemed to be towards the exit.

This old woman has wrinkles on her face and looks ordinary.

There is no energy reaction on his body, he should be a mortal.

But for some reason, when Angel looked at her, he always felt familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. But if I search the memory carefully, there is no impression of her at all.

Is it an illusion?

Judging from the direction the old woman was walking in, it seemed that she was walking from the antique store lobby to the exit. Could it be that this old woman was a customer of Zslade?

Angel originally wanted to go find Zslade to inquire, but he felt that it was a bit of a waste of time, and he was just familiar. Moreover, this man was obviously a mortal, and he should have no interaction with him.

Thinking of this, Angel didn't take it to heart and returned directly to the room.

The first thing I did when I returned to the room was to build a "door model", and the next step was meditation. After completing these two daily tasks, it was already past noon.

At this time, there was a long whistle from the window, but it was Sanders's alchemy pet that flew over and brought the news that Sanders asked him to pass.

Seeing Sanders again, Angel was about to say hello when he felt dizzy and appeared in the Gravity Garden.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night?"

This was the first sentence Angel heard after coming to Gravity Garden.

Sanders' expression was calm, as if he was just asking an ordinary question.

"It's not bad, I haven't rested for a long time. The instructor looks much more energetic than yesterday." Angel said the truth. Compared to yesterday, Sanders was much calmer today.

However, Sanders felt a lump in his chest after hearing this. He had been in a state of confusion all night last night, racking his brains to think about how to deal with the aftermath. As a result, Angel rested comfortably all night without talking, and even interrupted. He shot an arrow.

This kid really... really wants to beat him up.

Sanders resisted his inner impulse and did not continue the ink, but went directly to the topic: "Continuing with yesterday's topic, what happened after the demon true spirit was killed? Where did the power of the true spirit go? And what happened? Yes, what happened next to 'him'?"

Angel sorted out his words and briefly said the follow-up to the power of the true spirit.

As Sanders listened to Angel's narration, a picture slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

Although Angel did not use any descriptive language to modify it, the plain words alone are enough for people to imagine the magnificent scene at that time.

A true spiritual tree, entwined with light and fire. The shadows of the trees disappeared, covering the entire continent. Looking from the void, only the shadows of the trees could be seen! What a magnificent and majestic scene this is!

While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent scene, Angel paused and started talking about "him."

"He left, but before he disappeared, he left something for me."

"Projected bloodline?"

Angel did not answer with words, but raised his head and looked at Sanders. Find Bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan.com As a breeze blew by, the golden forehead hair covering his right eye was gently blown up.

What was revealed was a blue right eye.

The color is deep, like the blue lake water shining under a clear summer sky.

However, this right eye seems to be slightly different? While Sanders was frowning and thinking, he saw a strange change in Angel's right eye.

A strange fluid suddenly emerged from Angel's right eye, and this fluid combined into a mask full of strange lines at an extremely fast speed.

This mask covered half of Angel's right face.

The entire mask has a black base with strange lines. The strangest thing is the position of the right eye, which looks like a smile with squinting eyes. But the strong color matching and contrast make people not feel the smile, but instead have a dark and weird sense of absurdity.

"The projection bloodline is fused to the right eye?" Sanders asked.

Angel nodded. He omitted the painful process of merging bloodlines and only explained the results.

"Use magic to activate the right eye, and this mask will appear. However, I don't know what special function this mask has."

"It should be the innate ability produced when blood merges. The specific effect... At present, it seems that it can affect mental power." Sanders just glanced at it, and the absurd facial pattern made his mental power faintly fluctuate.

"Besides, if you use the power of nightmare to activate the right eye, another form will be produced." Angel paused: "But the other form requires a large amount of nightmare breath. My current reserve is , I guess it won’t last long.”

As he spoke, Angel took back the mask on his right eye, and at the same time, started to activate his right eye with the power of nightmare.

Sanders was still waiting for Angel's move, but suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a hint of cunning in Angel's eyes?