The Wizard’s Immortality (Wizarding Immortal)

"See the three roads ahead?"

In the spacious space, looking at the three roads in front of him, Meldo said with a solemn expression.

In front, black and silver trees stood quietly, dividing the road into three.

On the road in the middle, strands of golden light are spreading, paving on the road in the middle, emitting strands of divine aura.

On the left, the silver tree stood quietly, the silver leaves swayed gently, and the silver brilliance hung down one after another, looking holy and beautiful.

As for the road on the far right, it was filled with black, and it looked unremarkable and without any abnormality.

This represents three paths for three different identities to pass.

"On the road in the middle, only the master is qualified to pass. Even if the unknown adult had a corpse before his death, he should have entered the mausoleum through this road."

Looking at the scene ahead, Meldor said, "Only the owner of the tomb, or the descendants and relatives of the owner of the tomb, are eligible to walk this road. If the rest of the people leave, it will cause unpredictable consequences."

"The silver road on the left, if there is no accident, should represent the guests, and only those who are welcomed are eligible to walk."

"And what about the last way?"

Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked rhetorically.

"Nature is for the unpopular."

Speaking of this, Meldo's face was calm, but his eyes were solemn: "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, then you can also try the road on the left, but once the appraisal fails, the consequences will be better than the road on the right. more serious."

"What kind of bullshit rules and etiquette is this."

Hearing this, Raman frowned, and some couldn't understand the purpose of this.

If you really don't want people to pass through, then it's okay to just block the road. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of you, the two official wizards are powerless to resist, so they have to set up such a ceremony at the entrance.

"This is a death ritual passed down in ancient times, and it has its own meaning."

Meldor was noncommittal and pointed directly to a stone tablet carved outside the index meter.

"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead... If an outsider who sets foot on the road of death fails to pass the appraisal, his soul will be swallowed and bound by the tree of death, and he will become the guardian of the Sun Emperor..."

Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the text written in Koran, Raman read it word by word, and then his face turned pale.

"I understand now."

Meldor turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long time, he raised his arm and pointed to the trees in front of him: "These are the trees of death. Once they die on the road, their souls will be absorbed into those trees, and they will be absorbed into those trees for eternity. It is sealed in this mausoleum to protect this relic."

"Is there any way to break it?"

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him and listening to Meldor's words, Raman frowned and asked directly.

"Of course there is."

Meldor turned around and looked at his face, with a sly smile on his face: "Sacrifice you all! I'll be able to pass naturally!!"

boom! !

A violent explosion sounded on the spot, as if something suddenly exploded, and a bloody figure appeared in front of Raman, with a machete in his hand, and slashed directly at the opponent.

bump! !

The high-speed dancing blade made a tragic sound like tearing in the surrounding air, and the blood-colored machete trembled slightly, making a low cry like a baby's wailing, which was very terrifying.

This one slashed directly on the opponent, and the sword wind above it was carried along with it, as if it had been chopped on a thick piece of flesh and blood, splashing a piece of flesh and blood, staining the surrounding earth with blood.

With the sound of the touch, Raman fell to the ground heavily, and there was a long crack on his chest, from which even the internal organs could be seen.

"Why are you!!"

Suddenly encountered such a heavy blow from a companion,

Raman's eyes widened, and he looked at Meldo in disbelief, with a deep puzzlement in his eyes.

"Hey... don't you want to know how to get through this road? It's actually very simple."

Standing on the spot, holding a blood-colored machete in his right hand, Meldo had a smirk on his face, and with his blood-colored red robe, he looked like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "In addition to relying on his own If the strength is strong enough, anyone who wants to pass the lost road can pass this road only by sacrificing the same soul as the price."

"Otherwise, do you think I'd be so kind and share the relics I've worked so hard to discover with you?"

Crazy voices kept ringing in front of him, and before the voice completely fell, a blood-colored machete slashed straight down with a blood-colored sword wind.

Raman moved his body reluctantly, rolled from the spot to the side, and avoided the knife in a very thrilling posture.

The empty machete slashed directly on the ground, just like it was cut on a piece of tofu, it cut a long dent directly on the ground, which shocked the ground.

"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know you're lying to me?"

Wearing a red robe and holding a blood-colored machete, Meldor sneered at Raman, who was in a state of embarrassment on the ground: "You thought I couldn't see it, when you first entered the ruins, you were ready to attack me. ."

"Cough..." A slight cough sounded on the spot. Although the voice was old, it didn't have the feeling of weakness that an old man should have.

Under the gaze of Meldor, Raman stood up from the spot. Although the terrifying wound on his chest looked terrifying, it didn't seem to affect him at all.

"I originally thought that at least I won't get to this point until I see something worth doing."

As if nothing had happened, he stood up from the same place, Raman's face was indifferent, and he looked at Meldor with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man: "I didn't expect to come this far just here."

"What do you know?"

Meldo sneered: "Do you know where this place is?"

"This is the tomb of the last pure-blood emperor of the ancient elves. In terms of power, it can at least be comparable to a fifth-level wizard, far exceeding the level of the current wizarding world."

"This kind of great existence, even if it only leaks a little, it is worth the official wizard to fight for his life. It will be a matter of time to turn his face."

Speaking of this, a sly smile appeared on his face again: "Since sooner or later you will turn your face, it's better to let your soul pave the way for me!!"

The splendid blood-colored knife light danced quickly, emitting bursts of light noises in the surrounding space, but it just sounded to make the brain swell and feel uncomfortable.

A powerful spiritual force poured out, suppressing the opponent's spirit in an instant, causing Raman's face to change greatly, showing an unbelievable expression: "You have reached the stage of transformation!!"

"Haha! Now I know it's too late!"

Meldor acted fiercely. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was being suppressed, the machete in his hand emitted a bloody brilliance and slashed straight at the opponent, making a loud noise.

After receiving this blow, half of Raman's body exploded directly, and a violent force entered his body along the opponent's bend, almost tearing half of his body apart, completely losing the power to move. .

The next moment, blood and flesh splattered, and suddenly exploded in place, all splashing on Meldor's body, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to continue to corrode.

A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked old, it was very powerful. It stabbed straight forward, completely piercing Meldor's chest, and the blood-stained arm emerged from the other end.

Suffering from this all of a sudden, Meldor seemed to be nothing, with blood on his face, and he kept waving the blood-colored machete in his hand like a lunatic.

bump! bump! bump!

One after another violent impact sounded on the spot, and a sharp blood-colored machete kept slashing on Raman's body, just like chopping meat, chopping it down into a lump of flesh, and it was impossible to see it. out of any shape.

But even so, the current Raman is still not dead, there is still a little vitality attached to the remaining flesh and blood, and a little granulation continues to grow, and it looks like it will heal.

"ended!!"

Looking at the mass of flesh and blood in front of him, a frantic smile appeared on Meldor's face, and all the mana in his body was injected into the scimitar in his right hand, causing the scimitar to emit a blood-colored brilliance, looking strange and bloody, and then cut it directly. .

boom! ! !

A huge explosion sounded in place.

In front of Meldor, he was slashed by a blood-colored machete, and the mass of inhuman flesh immediately exploded, and the scattered flesh splattered everywhere, dyeing Meldor's face with blood.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Feeling the complete disappearance of the flesh-and-blood life in front of him, Meldor laughed madly, and with his honor at this time, one couldn't help but think of a lunatic.

He personally took the life of an official wizard, and the machete in his hand also changed. The blood that was originally stained on it disappeared directly and slowly, as if it was absorbed by the blood-colored machete.

A blazing white light lit up on the spot, and a little mist slowly rose, condensed into a group of people, and rushed directly to the huge stone tablet in front, causing the stone tablet to emit a faint golden brilliance.

Hiding in the corner, watching this scene quietly, including Andrew and Sisti, several wizard apprentices were terrified and dared not look directly at Meldo.

With Raman's death, the parasitic spell on their bodies has been released, but despite this, they are still imprisoned here.

Meldor's mental power is pressing on them, not only imprisoning their actions to a certain extent, but also bringing great pressure to them, as long as they move, they will be immediately noticed by the other party.

This is an absolute difference at the level of life. For a formal wizard, as long as there is still spiritual power, it is just an easy thing to suppress an apprentice.

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