Age of Adepts

All the human apprentices on the field couldn't help but lose some sense of sympathy when the warm intestine, small intestine, heart, liver, spleen and lungs, along with the bright red blood rain and the sky.

Quasi-Witch!

This time he was killed by a quasi-woman!

The hearts of all the corrupt apprentices were screaming, and the twisted faces, in addition to anger, had a hint of unseen fear.

If... if at that moment the defensive witchcraft is crushing itself, then I'm afraid it's me who spills the debris in the air at this moment! With this in mind, the hearts of all the corrupt apprentices were filled with endless chills and, for the first time, awe was created for witchcraft monsters.

Needless to say, the light flashed, and that Hegel was wrapped around a bright, blind grid and instantly disappeared. When it reappears, it's already far from the edge of the demonized jungle. The dark quasi-woman suddenly burst into a massive black smoke and suddenly did not enter the soil under his feet. Then a slightly raised dirt line quickly fled to the outskirts of the jungle.

Langdon, who became a frost giant, changed his face instantly. He took a slight step backwards, squatting his hands together and sealing him in a gleaming ice crystal instantly. Look at the thickness of the ice layer and the witchcraft symbols shining in the ice crystal, I'm afraid that the most aggressive blow of the Spirit can hardly be broken in a short time.

No way, the Frost Giant transforms into a powerful body and unparalleled flesh * strength for Langdon, giving him far more than ordinary Ice Magic. But I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with speed! Once defeated, such a huge body would provoke more enemies.

So Langdon can only temporarily keep himself safe with cold ice barriers. Inside the clear ice crystal, Langdon's tall and robust body began to degrade rapidly, once again returning to its normal form. Through the clear ice crystal, he pulled out a scroll of ancient patterned witchcraft, and the sparking eyes shifted twice on the Spirit and Grimm, finally unfolding helplessly.

With a shimmering glow, intense spatial fluctuations swung back to the battlefield, and when the light went out, Langdon's figure was no longer visible in the ice crystal.

Escape the scroll! This is not something that ordinary apprentices can buy for a lot of money, and is often only refined by people at the official witch level. And most of the escape destinations are some kind of safe and hidden place!

Grimm did not try to break this icy barrier, but cautiously commanded the lightning giant and two fragmented python puppets to gather around him and start slowly exiting the battlefield.

Several corrupt witches as buffers ran away, leaving him and Spirit behind. I'm afraid he won't think of himself as a "comrade" who fights side by side with the demons, so...

Unfortunately, Grimm had just escaped 100 meters and the green light flashed in front of him, and the scarred body of the Spirit stopped in front of him.

Grimm sighed silently.

In the battle just now, the Spirit took the upper hand, inflicted a heavy wound, killed one, and frightened three quasi-words away, but it didn't pay any price.

Under the abrasion of countless powerful witchcraft, its rose flower armor, which climbs all over its body, has dimmed, and even its delicate body is full of traces left by the ravages of witchcraft. Especially at the time of the raid on the Fire Associate Witch, although the time was short, the flame junction of the other party's pre-mortem rebellion also caused tremendous damage to its body.

Only Grimm's naked eyes can see that its short green hair has been burned down 708 times, and its sexy, soft body is covered with large and small bubbles and burns. And the corner of the pair of clear wings behind it also showed massive focal marks, which made its flight a little unstable and slowed down a lot.

“What, you want to leave after torturing my territory like this?” Hua Ling Xiu Beautiful's face is full of twisted smiles: “Stay and make up for my loss with your flesh and soul! ”

After speaking, the Spirit intends to do it, and Grimm hurries to drink it out loud.

“Wait... Lord Spirit, we were still fighting side by side, weren't we? ”

“Huh, you're all fucking outsiders, all of you. They've already paid the price, and you... have to pay the price! ”

“Lord Spirit, think about it. You are also scarred, and I'm afraid you can't afford to beat me right now! How about...”

“Don't be paranoid! I will tear you to shreds even at a greater cost today! ”

Looking at the deity of the Spirit's determination, Grimm's face revealed a look of "You forced me to do this”. He suddenly straightened his waist bar and looked at the spirits approaching his steps. He drank loudly: “Since you must fight, I can only accompany you. Blast, blast! ”

And his last words were clearly not for the Spirit.

When he heard the arrogant boy's scream and drank, a bad feeling suddenly arose in the heart of the flower spirit.

Indeed, when Grimm's sharp voice had just fallen, a loud rumbling rumbling rumbling burst from the ground beneath their feet. Along with strong ground swings, the rubble layers first burst high and then collapsed rapidly. It took so many times before the horrific blast shock wave was completely eliminated.

This time it's Spirit's turn to scream.

Because at that moment, the inseparable spiritual connection between it and the body was suddenly broken.

Not shielded or disturbed, but interrupted directly.

Without the constant energy support of the body through the soul level, the soul smell of the flower spirit itself begins to weaken dramatically.

“You fucking humans... what have you done? I'm going to kill you...” The Spirit grabbed that short wooden stick out of his arms and saw it break in inches, instantly turning into a piece of ash. And at the same moment when the ashes flew away, a cursed halo fell into the flower spirit, making its breath more debilitating.

Despite the successive attacks, the spiritual hierarchy of the Spirit has not fallen below that of the Wizard, which shows how much spiritual energy it reserves after monopolizing an elemental pool. But when its body and pool of elements were blown into thousands of pieces by alchemy bombs, the spiritual power that had always existed in the Spirit suddenly disappeared.

Watching Mary flapping her wings from a distance, Grim waved her hand, and Lightning Giant and two Rock Pythons pounded on each other, instantly sparking the just extinguished war again.

This brutal and intense battle lasted exactly two hours before it was over, and the outcome of the battle was destined for the moment when the spirit itself was blown up. If the Spirit is truly a smart, cunning monster, then it should run away at the moment it loses contact with the body.

But apparently the Spirit has not yet learned the cunning and deception of humankind, so when it struggles to end up with Grimm, Mary finds an opportunity to hang on it and bite it hard on the neck.

Vampires' thirst for the blood of the strong is unimaginable to outsiders, especially high-ranking vampires!

If it weren't for the lightning giant's lightning whip, perhaps Mary would have been wiped out by Spirit's dying counter-polar. But with the help of the lightning giant and the python, Mary completely ignored the spirits wrapped around her and swallowed blood full of plant-based energy.

The Spirit resisted the puppet attack and tore Mary's body apart. Even with the flesh that tore Mary's body apart and the blood splattered, Mary still ignored it, consuming the blood that devoured the Spirit with a kind of desperate madness.

And the blood that Mary devoured brought her tremendous benefits. In addition to rapidly repairing the broken body, the spiritual fluctuations of Mary's exposure are becoming stronger and stronger, as well as the soul aura. In contrast, the spiritual fluctuations and soul atmosphere of the flowers and spirits continued to weaken, even dying.

Previously, Mary's petite body was wrapped around the Spirit's body. Later, it became the Spirit's body softened. It was only by Mary's holding that she did not fall down.

When the last breath of soul disappeared from the flower spirit, Mary let go of her hands satisfactorily.

The delicate body of the spiritual fiber drips down like a leaking leather bag, lying motionless on the ground. And Mary hiccups, full of life energy, blushes her pretty face. She only had time to smile and fall by the side of the Spirit, snoring and sleeping.

Me grass, crazy women are trouble! Can't you just wait till you get back to the Wizard Tower and everything's safe?

After an infinite amount of spitting, Grimm could only lift Mary with one hand, clamping the wreckage of the Spirit with one hand, and began to direct the Lightning Giant to clean the battlefield.

That dead fire is scattered all over the place, so maybe he'll find some useful treasures in his remains. Grimm, of course, would have preferred a note of witchcraft that might exist in the other person's lumbar.

Just when Grimm kept busy, not far from the bush, Carby the Goblin with a huge cloth pocket drilled out of it.

“Master, there are some treasures in the basement! ”

Grimm bites his teeth, stomps his feet, and says fiercely: “I'll let Iwapython help you get as much as you can, you only have half an hour! ”

A rock python swims quickly, spreads a huge snake kiss of rock concentration, swallows Cabbie into his stomach, then rises tall, hits the ground, and deep into the ground. Python broke apart all sorts of dirt rock formations all the way, and the wind raced toward the once underground second floor.

There is exodus of violent energy as a guide, and there will never be any deviation in their direction!