The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord

Chapter 105

On the top of the endless snow-capped mountains, Lin Neng's breath and Xiao Green's power perfectly merged, as if it had become an inseparable part of this world.

Although he has not yet reached the realm of Morning Star Wizard, with his unique resonance with Xiaolu, he can still ignore the suppression of the maze rules and walk on flat ground.

At this moment, Lin En took out a bottle of Divine Blood Pills from his arms leisurely, grabbed a few of them and threw them into his mouth, as relaxed and casual as if he had eaten sugar beans.

And at his feet, the snow-capped mountains were already churned in chaos due to the stirring of the little green, without a peaceful place.

As time passes, the pure white world of the snow-capped mountains is shrouded in a silent silence, as if even the flow of time has become slow.

Lin En didn't care at all. He ate two bottles of divine blood pills one after another, and his mental power rose all the way, and finally broke through to thirty points!

Just as he felt a little relieved, a new vision suddenly appeared.

But it was not the expected light gate leading to the sixth floor, but a sudden strange words appeared between the heaven and earth.

These words floated in the air, flashing with a faint glow, like some kind of warning.

Lin Neng frowned slightly, stopped the movements in his hand, and tried to translate the obscure words.

"Urgent! ** space is seriously damaged, and you need to enter as soon as possible to maintain the balance of **..."

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What the hell is going on?"

He was originally thinking of directly opening the sixth level, but now he fell into deep thought.

The image of the golden scale always lingers in his mind, as if it has some connection with the changes in front of him.

After a moment, Lynn made the decision.

He closed his eyes and concentrated his energy to connect with the strange words.

Soon, a light door emerged in front of him.

This light door is completely different from other light doors, with a hazy and strange aura, as if connected to a mysterious space.

Lin En walked into the Light Gate cautiously, looked alert, and entered a dreamy world beyond common sense.

The surroundings are illusory, there is no concept of length, width and height, only endless emptiness and haze, as if even time has lost its meaning.

His eyes were soon attracted by something in the center - a golden scale standing tall between heaven and earth, emitting noble and inviolable majesty.

"This is..." Lin Neng's expression changed slightly, and a hint of shock appeared in his heart.

Images after image appeared around the balance, each image reflected a different maze scene, as if showing the whole picture of the entire [landscape] in front of you.

Lin En looked closely and soon found a familiar existence in these images - the Master of Baixin Tower.

The maze where he was was flashing with a dazzling red light at this moment, obviously it was the area that suffered severe damage.

And near the image of the Master of Baixin Tower, there is another scene, belonging to another Morning Star Wizard - the Lord of the Furnace!

"Where am I here..." Lin En murmured to himself, looking at the scene of the Lord of the Furnace.

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At the end of the seventh floor, a figure in a black robe stepped into a light door.

On the other side of the light door is the entrance to the eighth floor.

The tall figure of the Lord of the Melting Furnace appeared in this space. A golden scale reflected in his eyes, and ancient and mysterious power surged in his eyes.

"Finally back..."

The low voice is filled with complex emotions, both sighing and a bit unconcealed heaviness.

The owner of the furnace had a deep gaze, as if he had seen his former self through layers of space - the figure who climbed to the eighth floor with great enthusiasm.

Back then, he received a reward from the seventh level, and it was that reward that allowed him to cross from the peak of the third-level great wizard to the threshold of the Morning Star wizard.

From then on, it became an existence that was cast in the wizard world.

However, destiny has never been given real gifts, and behind every harvest, there will be a heavy price.

The gift of [Landscape] is destined to reclaim everything in a more terrifying way.

Not long ago, he personally threw the original gaze given to him by the wizard world into the furnace and completely destroyed it.

He did this just to be able to stand here again, step onto the eighth floor, and execute the plan that changed everything.

"I got the opportunity to get the morning star from [Landscape], but I also lost my morning star essence because of [Landscape]. Even..."

The owner of the furnace had a slightly lower eyes and his voice was as deep as a sigh, "It would take more money to completely get rid of the shackles here."

He seemed to be talking to his past self, with a hint of mockery and a little more sober in his tone.

After breathing a long breath, the Lord of the Furnace's eyes became more and more firm.

He actually knew very well that without the help of [Landscape], he would probably never be able to cross the threshold of the Morning Star Wizard, and he would be just an ordinary third-level wizard in the wizard world until his death.

But in the same way, he also knew that if today's plan could be successful, the connection between [landscape] and himself was completely cut off.

Then even if he loses the essence of Morning Star, he is still a Morning Star wizard far exceeding the third-level wizard.

"Severing the connection with [Landscape] depends on the taboo witchcraft I have gained from the Stone of the Furnace - the Art of Violating the Spirit."

The Lord of the Furnace's voice was low and his eyes were as dark as the abyss. He slowly spoke out this sentence, as if intertwined in memories and confession, with a hint of determination.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The original intention of the art of deceiving the soul is to conquer the endless world in the vast sea of ​​stars.

A powerful wizard can tear apart part of his soul, turn it into the "indigenous people" of the target world, and gradually erode and disintegrate the rules of the entire world from within.

However, despite this witchcraft conception being bold and ambitious, the actual effect is disappointing.

The damage caused by tearing the soul to the caster itself is extremely serious, especially for the Morning Star Wizard, this damage is irreversible.

Therefore, this witchcraft was eventually listed as a taboo technique, and the danger was so high that it was used as one of the techniques that was not recommended to touch.

However, the Lord of the furnace searched for solutions and finally believed that if he wanted to get rid of the shackles of [landscape], there was only one way to go - to use the technique of deceiving the soul of talent.

The Lord of the Furnace once asked a "big man" in the Furnace Stone.

He got a clear answer: Since the technique of deceiving the soul can deceive the world rules of those endless planes, let alone the rules of the illusory world of [landscape].

"The feeling of tearing apart the soul... is really an indescribable pain..." The Lord of the Furnace murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with deep memories.

"I failed for the first time using this witchcraft. The severe pain of the soul being forced torn apart torture me for decades and made me unable to rest day and night. Even if I take soul repair, I can only barely relieve it. Forget it…”

The failed soul was unable to achieve his goal, and was eventually refined by the Lord of the Furnace and became the Spirit of the Furnace.

But luckily, his second attempt was successful.

The torn soul was successfully stitched into a fetus with his breath of life.

"From that moment, I saw her as the embodiment of hope and used all my strength to care for her."

The tone of the Lord of the Furnace was a little softer, but there was a cold plot hidden deep in his eyes.

After years of nourishment and careful cultivation, this soul's "container" has finally matured and has become a perfect work that can help him get rid of the constraints of [landscape].

And now, the life-seeking power of [Landscape] is getting stronger and stronger, and he knows that it is time to reap all this.

"Come here, my good boy, Aistri…"

The master of the furnace waved his wide long sleeves, and runes appeared from the air like flowing water, and a silver-light teleportation array was weaved on the ground of the ice field.

Although the rules of the maze have a fatal suppression of the third-level wizard, the interference to the Morning Star wizard is minimal.

Even if he is no longer complete, it is still easy to pull his soul fragments.

With the brilliant masterpiece of the teleportation array, a graceful figure slowly appeared in the array.

Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her temperament was cold, and her whole body exuded a spiritual fluctuation similar to the Lord of the Furnace.

It is - Aiscui.