End of the Magic Era

Lin Yun carried out the acceleration technique, constantly rushing forward. The dense mahjong in front blocked the whole road strictly “Lin Yun”, continuously exploding into a spell, and then the spell was broken up again, turning into a large piece of unconscious flowing symbol in the middle of the sky...

In a few minutes, Lin Yun flushed past the area of first-degree spells and lifted his feet into the area of second-degree spells.

Behind the fog appeared, the human form of the first spell has disappeared, entering the area of the second spell. Indeed, a large number of the second spell spells were dropped in the fog, and those spells were transformed into human forms in turn, all in the instantaneous spells.

Lin Yun slammed the past all the way, and the spells in the secondary spell area were once again converted into a bunch of half-sky characters.

An hour later, Lin Yun killed the area of the eighth level spell, and here, those spells became human shapes to pose some threat to Lin Yun.

There are obviously fewer spells of the Eighth Levels here than before, the spells are much less human shaped, and the speed at which the spells are converted into human shapes is much slower.

On the road ahead, dozens of "forest clouds” of eight-level spells stood scattered.

Without the onset of these clouds, Lin Yun resolutely exerted his full strength. Twelve flame swirls lined up above his head, and endless spell floods sprayed out of these flame swirls.

Those like alchemy puppets with no expression, the action of rigid “Lin Yun” was instantly killed by more than 30 seconds...

At this time, the remaining “Lin Yun" started releasing Level 8 spells...

Meteor Firestorm, Glacier Storm, Thunderstorm, Tornado Storm, Gaia Mudslide, Light Trial, Dark Hand...

Large pieces of Lv8 magic gather together, flames, ice cream, thunder, hurricane...

All sorts of spells have emerged, but the power of these spells is very small. Flame spells, known as the most chicken ribs, like meteoroid firestorms, can only be used in large-scale battles.

Each falling fireball has only three or four levels of power. Dealing with the Enclosure Mage is almost as itchy as scratching...

Likewise, there are powerful monomeric Lv8 spells, light trials and dark hands…

The light trial is like a ten meters long sword of light, falling from the sky, falling hard toward Lin Yun's body, falling fast and terrible, the blink of an eye has reached the top of Lin Yun...

The bright sword collided with the shield of Lin Yun. A lightning bolt emerged from the place where the two collided. The horrific magic collision turned into a visible ripple towards the surrounding area.

The hand of darkness, a dark hand of seventy-eight meters, silent and silent, no loud noise, but after colliding with the forest cloud's flame shield, it quickly corroded the flame shield, the flame burning on the flame shield, quickly extinguished.

After extinguishing the flame shield, Dark Hand continued to touch it silently again, colliding violently with Lin Yun's element shield, the magic and dark power constantly extinguished each other, and finally Dark Hand disappeared, and Lin Yun's element shield faded.

After resisting a wave of spells, without waiting for the “forest cloud” of these spells to continue, Lin Yun condensed a four-series bomb, dragged a four-series bomb with white air waves to blow up in the crowd, a mushroom cloud vacated, the horrible explosive power turned into a shock wave that tore everything apart, severely tore all the fake people to pieces.

Between now and then, there were only countless spells left in space, and all the spells were forcibly broken and could no longer form a spell.

Lin Yun is blunt. Although these pseudo people are composed of spells, every pseudo person is a spell. When the spell represented by this spell is carried out, it is all transient. Even the eighth level of spell is instantaneous.

But after all, it is only a spell, and the stubborn like a dead creature, can release only one spell mechanically. Apart from this spell, there is no defense at all. Except for some defensive spell spells composed of false people, those with powerful spells, are just a child with a sharp apparatus, can't be hit.

Coming all the way down, the first level spell to the eighth level spell area, all the pseudo spells are broken into prototype spells, and then the spells are broken, there is no more threat here.

Lin Yun walked to the strength of the level 8 spell area and lifted his feet into the mist.

Less than three seconds after walking in the mist, a space reappeared in front of me, in an empty void, there was only a huge empty space in front of me, as if the mist was dragging under my feet, but stepping on it was no different from stepping on the ground.

The empty spells, all misty, lie in the middle of this empty space with a giant grey python tray.

It seemed that Lin Yun appeared. Doroman slowly lifted his head out of the snake array. Cold vertical eyes stared at Lin Yun and seemed to have a slight surprise in his eyes.

“I didn't expect a little sealed magician to break into this place. The great Lord Doroman has changed his mind and can give you another chance. Now dedicate your loyalty, the great Lord Doroman, regardless of your previous mistakes.

This is your last chance, and if you're still stubborn, don't blame the great Lord Doroman for being heartless. ”

Doroman raised his head slowly and his enormous head looked down at the forest cloud, as if a god were looking down on an ant.

Lin Yun looked at Doroman and shook his head gently.

“Doroman, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been raised and revived on the day of the destruction of the Book of Magic. I didn't think you were so stupid...”

Lin Yun floated. Behind him, a round of huge and deep roulette fiction instantly appeared, circling and circling together, spinning each other, every second countless magicians were combined.

The dragon's staff brightened with a purple glow. The dragon's incarnation instantly appeared behind Lin Yun. A giant purple dragon, more than 100 meters tall, had a majestic face. He held that roulette fiction and looked down quietly at Doroman.

In an instant, the smell of Lin Yun swelled as if it had exploded, and the magic in her body appeared as if it were a tidal wave, and then quickly combined with the flurry of spells in the shadow of the roulette behind her.

Between now and then, a massive flame spell turned into a flood, like a fierce flame wave, shooting hard at Doroman's head.

Doroman raised the head of the serpent and opened his mouth to eject large pieces of light spells that instantly condensed into spells in the middle of the sky, also constituting some fierce spell flood on the Upper Forest Cloud Flame spell flood.

Two spell flood pairs met, one shock wave began to diffuse towards the surrounding area, flame spells and various elements of spell pairs met, large pieces of spell debris impacted the surrounding area, the surrounding fog layer, were all much more affected by the spell attack.

“Stupid human being, you failed the good will of the great Lord Doroman again, you're dead, and I'm going to devour you directly.

Goddamn bastard, after eating you, I'm gonna be stronger, and I'm gonna be able to break out of this magical incarnation and become a real creature.

I have the Book of Magic with all the spells in the world, and one day I will be the master of the world, and no one can stop me, stupid human beings, destined to be the lowest slaves.

Die, you fool! ”

Doroman screamed angrily, open-mouth constantly spells, large pieces of spells appeared, every time, hundreds of spells were condensed out, no spell ranked below level 5!

Lin Yun smiled coldly, his body instantly swept up the wind, ignited the flame, the flame and the wind combined to form a wildly swaying flame, and his body instantly changed into a seven or eight meters high incarnation of fire elements.

At the same time, a book bound by chains appeared on the left hand. Those chains were broken and slowly opened. Between now and then, the light of the chapter of elements blossomed, and the power of the fireworks released by Lin Yun increased again.

Behind Lin Yun, twelve fire-element swirls emerged, twelve spell floods erupted together, like twelve giant flame tornadoes more than a dozen meters thick.

Twelve flame tornadoes spinning like hemp rope into a single strand, turning into a giant flame tornado 50 or 60 metres thick.

The flame tornado rolled and flushed, with the momentum of pinching everything, Doroman unleashed the spell flood was forcibly distorted and absorbed by the fiercely spinning flame tornado, which in turn formed a more violent force to suppress Doroman.

Doroman's eyes flashed with shock, his mouth constantly sprayed with spells, from Level 5 to Level 7 spells, all defensive spells were sprayed out by Doroman.

Between hours, Frost Gate, Earth Shelter, Flame Wings, Guardian of Light...

A bunch of defensive spells combine into dense and numb defensive walls, and instantly hundreds of defensive spells are condensed.

No one can release so many defensive spells except the heavenly ones. No, even the heavenly ones cannot release all the defensive spells in one breath!

With so many defensive spells, combined with resonance and traction between each spell, even an extraordinary spell, this pair of defensive shields can withstand, while Doroman releases defensive spells with caution.

After spraying a bunch of spells, Doroman sprayed the character again, giving Lin Yun no chance to break his defense.

Suddenly, just as the fierce flame tornado was about to hit that pile of defensive spells, a little bit of dark light appeared in front of the flame tornado as deep as a void.

A pitch-black wind blade, seven or eight meters old, drilled out of the center of the flame tornado and hit it with that pile of shield defense spells first at a faster speed.

When the pitch-black wind blade had not come into contact with those shields, the pitch-black light was like tearing a piece of paper, tearing apart dozens of shields first!

It was then that Doroman screamed again in horror.

“Blade of the Rift! Extreme spells! That's impossible!”

As he screamed, Doroman went insane and erupted a flood of spells, constantly replenishing various defensive spells.

But the pitch-black color of the blade of the rift is not itself this color, but the blade of the rift tears the space apart, completely wrapped in a space crack, everything in front of it will be torn apart by the space crack.

The powerful tearing force of the blade can keep it around, torn at all times, how can those shield spells resist.

Even without even touching the blade body of the rift, it has been torn apart by those ripped apart space fractures.