A Sorcerer’s Journey

“Wow Gaga...”

The implicit ambiguity can sense the excitement of the original soul fire over there.

It should be this temporal altar that lit up, and there were some special reflections of the world cracks between the spiritual world and the parasitic spore world.

It seems that this world invasion and the previous world crack invasion experienced by Green have undergone some changes as a result of the application of ancient knowledge flowing from the temporal altars of the ancient wizards.

The flames on the altar of time and space burned quietly, and Green needed to keep it burning for about the hourglass time, so he had to ignore it.

“Lungs of the world! As a medium world, this world should be healthier than some smaller worlds, spinning more in the ocean, hope to find another large node coordinates...”

……

Spirit Man World.

The emerald green leaf fictitious head, as if the mysterious force between reality and illusion, through parasitic spore world projection constantly appeared in front of the spiritual world crack, these projective forces from parasitic spore world, as the conflict between the two sides of the crack converges the Lord of the world escalating, the world is gradually tightening, no longer as low as the lethality of Green left.

“Damn! ”

The magical source of the Wizard Tower has not yet been established to achieve the official sanctimonious Wizard's Wings of Darkness, Nicolas, with a low level of silence and a little fire in the depths of his dark eyes.

Although a scar on the cheek was quickly repaired by the special body of the Lord of the World, as the effects of these projection attacks deepened, the Holy Mark Wizards felt the intense malice of the parasitic spore world.

Instead of showing any fear of weakness, the other side poses a considerable threat to the legions of witch slave monsters gathered here in successive escalations of counter-attacks.

Even compelled, the Holy Mark Wizards have evacuated the parasitic spore world projection sphere near the world's cracks.

“Now that you've advanced to the fourth level, take some more time to improve the integration of this body, you're not even using one third of its original strength. ”

Compared to the influence of these parasitic spore world projection forces on the dark wing of Nicolas, the fountain carrying the black-fired sword showed no discomfort at all. Just approaching the fountain's 10-meter range, these emerald green shadows were dispersed by the intangible forces of mood emanating from the body wrapped in white bandages of the fountain.

In the sky, under a white bandage, the fountain looked at the ground with a pair of powerful eyes.

A number of slave monsters have already been attacked by world projections, injured and killed, and their bodies are being eaten by stronger monsters without any mercy.

Many ruthless Holy Mark Wizards don't seem to give in at all, but they are constantly intensifying their counter-attacks in an attempt to make the other party give in step by step!

“Protecting the residual pride of ancient wizards...”

The fountain glanced at the black cloud of boundless panic in front of the cracks in the world and murmured indifferently.

Nicolas and the Springs have long known each other, and indeed the body of the Lord of the exotic world, which this soul has invaded, has not yet fulfilled its full powers, and the pale face looks at the Springs with beautiful, amber-like eyes.

“Being able to break through to level 4 before the war of civilization, I have done my best. I don't have your good luck, and even less perverted than your brother. As a guy who has not yet established the source of magic, I have begun to pry into the middle world of the Lord of many worlds! ”

As can be seen from Nicolas' acidity, Green's harvest has made him jealous of organizing so many holy mark wizards to invade the world of spirituals, and of using it as a springboard to invade the world of parasitic spores.

Difficult to express in front of Green, but around this old acquaintance, complaining about acid is also normal.

The fountain glanced at Nicola, without speaking, and his gaze shifted from panic to the Great Sorcerer of the Holy Marks to the Soul Kissing Sorcerer of the Holy Marks.

“The void world has driven that big guy away, and the Great Wizard of the Sacred Marks of Panic is almost at its limit. It has always been the kiss of the Soul Phage that is projecting back into the world of parasitic spores, and I don't know what's going on there. ”

At this moment, the Soul Phage Kiss Sacred Mark Wizard also seems to have some anger, often grumpy as a thunderbolt curse.

A few days ago, even more in anger, he brutally killed a large army of slaves from the ground, carried out a blood festival, raved revenge on the parasitic spore world, and shook tens of millions of legions of slave monsters.

God knows that this and the projection attacks over there have been communicating with each other for over a year, what kind of evil witchcraft response has been carried out.

“Luckily Green summoned these old guys too, otherwise it would be really hard for us to do it alone... hmm!? ”

Suddenly, Nicolas seemed to have sensed something.

Other Sacred Mark Wizards, including the brutal Soul Phage Kiss Sacred Mark Wizard, are also looking at the ruins of a collapsed hunting tower, above an altar.

“Hahaha, looks like this guy Green is making good progress over there, can't believe he lit up a temporal altar so soon. ”

Almost at the same moment, the world crack, which barely accommodates the passage of tertiary organisms, appears to be supplemented by external forces that grow at visible speeds to the naked eye, far exceeding previous speeds.

A strong spiritual kiss with the parasitic spore world, it can't help but continue to be angry for more than a year, show joy, the tip of the tongue licked red lips.

“Wait a minute, don't worry, it's still too dangerous to let the Grade 4 holy marks rush past the invasion. ”

Panic Boiling Holy Mark Wizard suggests that, as an ancient wizard with enough years of experience, he is not blindly impatient because of his experience of war failure, despite his brutal and evil greed.

“Humph, I know. ”

The kiss of Soul Phage responded, but still excitedly hooked his finger, summoning a sheephead snake on the ground.

This Level 3 monster, in the six-level Holy Mark Wizard's close proximity to substantial repression, Shivering Cerser, has no ability to think independently at all.

“Take this with you. ”

The crystal ball thrown by the kiss of the phagocyte was caught by the sheep snake monster, pointing to the crack of the world and saying that it did not care at all about the death and life of this slave monster, and the slave monster rushed in irreversibly.

……

parasitic spore world.

Bloody rainwater, depressed, unable to breathe, restless, like a depressed sky crying.

In the hundreds of thousands and millions of large armies of vegetables gathered before the world cracks, a vegetable debilitating plague spread, and although the Count's domain had responded accordingly, it had had little effect.

Projection attacks from unknown monsters from the spiritual world, weird and powerful, have not yet officially started a war, but panic has spread in the parasitic spore world one step ahead.

“Look, that... crack is reflective! ”

Soldiers of plants responsible for watching the cracks in the world shouted that the bloody rain had caused it to develop many black spot pathologies on its body.

Seeing the cracks in the world swelling at incredible speeds, the King of Burferns rose rapidly from the ground to the sky, and the bark wrinkles looked shady.

“Inside the world comes the unknown enemies, just now I felt the waves of exclusion in the hidden world, although it is far away, but must be found and removed immediately! ”

In the midst of King Berfern's speech, the world was in a chaotic crack, and a large army of vegetable men gathered to wait.

As if the whole world were echoing the tense horn of war, what kind of monster would emerge from inside!?

Pfft……

The monster of a sheephead snake reached out from the crack and looked at the hundreds of millions of legions of botanists and the lords of many worlds. After a strange roar, the next moment he retreated in horror.

A strange column fell from the sky.

“Humph hum hum hum, the game is almost over, the will of the great wizard is about to arrive, get ready for the natural disaster, I think I have smelled the trembling fear of the little ones behind you...”

In the water polo scene, the King of the Fern was mapped with images of abuse by the Great Wizard of the Sacred Mark of Panic, causing many botanists to shout in horror.

“Bang” sound, an angry cane smashes the crystal ball!