King's Landing

The sudden change caught Jian Tong's dirty ink by surprise. He watched as the'key' was sent out of the magic circle and fell into the distance. As soon as the young man, the container and node, left the magic circle, the huge magic power instantly rioted.

Boom boom boom boom!

The ground moved and the mountains shook, and the entire underground drainage channel and the bank of Weiyuanchuan River began to vibrate violently.

Jian Tong’s dirty ink face changed wildly. He had prepared for ten years of rituals. In any case, he was not allowed to be destroyed, otherwise everything would fall short. He had already bet on all of his own. If he failed this time, his decayed soul would simply Support will not be available next time.

"Damn heroic spirit!"

He did not expect that the white-haired heroic spirit would destroy his good deeds at his deathbed!This anger of falling from the clouds made Jian Tong Yan almost mad!That heroic spirit had turned into magic power and injected it into the magic circle, even if he wanted revenge, it was too late.

So now I can only remedy it as soon as possible. There is no other way. The "container" must be returned to the magic circle in the shortest time. Once the magic is completely out of control, then even the gods may not be able to recover.

However, as soon as the dirty inkstone of Jiantong moved, his body suddenly looked like a machine without a battery.

"What—"

The biting coldness rose from the heels and directed towards the soul, and Jian Tong's dirty inkstone suddenly understood something.

With all his strength, he turned his head hard and looked at the orange-haired woman behind him.

The orange woman had a low face and couldn't see the change in her expression. She was suffocating clouds and mists on her own right now, as if she didn't see the abnormality of the dirty inkstone.

"Heh, hehe! It's really blue, the Cangqi family has a wicked daughter."

"Don't say that, Patriarch Ma Tong, I'm just learning from you."

With a sigh of foul air, the orange finally raised his head.

"Playing the famous'ghost hand' in the magic world between the palms of the hand, this method and wisdom, I admire this junior. Sure enough, he is a man who has lived for hundreds of years. I am afraid that even my grandfather is It's not comparable."

"Really? To be able to compare with the old Patriarch Cangqi, I can't say that I haven't lived in vain for these years."

I don’t know if he has accepted his fate or for other reasons. Jian Tong’s dirty inkstone has calmed down his initial anger. He just stared at the orange with those cold eyes, like a monster crawling out of the dark, which makes people feel Palpitations.

But the orange was calm, without any fear.

"But what makes me wonder is, why do you want to do this? I don't think our interests conflict. What you want is the third method that constitutes the'cup of heaven', and what I pursue is the holy grail. That soul of, let me live longer."

In response to Jian Tong's dirty inkstone, Orange smiled coldly.

"At this time, will the Patriarch continue to act? It's just a matter of means. There can never be two winners."

"Haha! I laughed at you as a junior, yes, if you change to me, you will be merciless to get rid of the other party first. Even if there is no conflict of interest, there are some secrets, you only need to know it forever."

After hearing what the orange said, Jian Tong Zang Yan suddenly laughed.

"It seems that the Patriarch has already reached this point a long time ago. It is also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. He is always careful not to live with anyone. What is given by an outsider can't be guarded, otherwise it must have been there. He died hundreds of years ago."

Orange lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath and said.

"Did you even think of this?"

The smile suddenly became gloomy. Obviously, the scheming of the orange also made Jiantong's dirty inkstone deeply jealous.

"However, even if you can figure it out, you certainly can’t guess what kind of methods I have prepared. Although the Matsumoto family’s insect technique is far inferior to the Aozaki family’s and Einzbern’s magic, it has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. The technique is not that simple. In fact, I also prepared a meeting ceremony for you. This is also a lesson I will teach you this junior on behalf of the old Patriarch Cangqi."

When the voice fell, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone's face suddenly became distorted, and with that gloomy smile, it looked even more hideous and terrifying.

His body began to expand rapidly like a hot air balloon, and a violent wave of magic power radiated from his body.

"Blode?"

A cold light flashed in Orange's eyes, but there was no panic.

At this moment, a green light suddenly appeared beside the orange, and the earth began to surging like ocean waves.

In an instant, the brown soil layer swallowed the body of the dirty inkstone.

boom!!!

A dull explosion sounded from the ground, and the violent vibration caused huge waves toss on the Weiyuan River nearby, but the orange standing there was unharmed.

"Unfortunately, my grandfather has taught me everything, and you are not qualified."

Orange stared coldly at the black shadow pierced by a golden holy spear not far away.

That was the back hand prepared by Jian Tong Zang Yan. He evacuated his soul into the insect body, and then penetrated into the heart of his contracted hero Assassin. In this way, he could not only escape the trap of the orange, but also temporarily obtain the heroic level. Strength, but Orange has long kept both the Hero King and Enki hidden in the dark, the blew of Jian Tong's dirty inkstone was blocked by Enkidu, and Assassin was stopped by the Hero King.

However, as the saying goes, the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.

Just when the scale of victory fell to the orange, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared above the beam of magic circle.

"Thank you for helping Sakura prepare such a big altar."

What came out of the black robe was a girl with purple hair.

She just stood in the light beam of the magic circle out of thin air, and the magic of the riot did not affect her at all.

She slowly raised her slender jade arm, and gently held her white tender hand.

boom!!!

The violent magic power was like finding a catharsis, madly rushing towards the palm of the girl's palm.

The beam of light that runs through the sky and the earth is getting brighter and brighter. In the dark, something seems to be opened. What does the orange see?

The scene that appeared behind the girl was dark and lacquered. In it, a sea of ​​corpses, a sea of ​​blood, and a mourning soul, stood on top of the scene of hell. It was a huge golden cup, simple and gorgeous, exuding Mysterious brilliance.