Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 151 Come on, let's go together. Losers are out, winners take all!

The ball of light that twisted and changed into various forms condensed into substance, like an aggregation of countless brilliant mercury.

Even through the magic projection, the four third-level wizards outside the secret realm seemed to be able to feel the majestic and terrifying power conveyed by the picture.

The spiritual aggregate of elemental energy, referred to as "elemental spirit" for short, is the symbol of Dawn Wizards above level four. It is also the realm that those who stand at the peak of level three and have half stepped out of the mist are desperately pursuing.

The four of them stared fixedly at the picture presented in the spell projection, their faces changing, and their eyes were constantly filled with a bright light that became stronger and stronger.

"It is a space spirit, but its form is extremely unstable. It just happened to appear after someone entered to explore... It is likely to be a Dawn-class magic tool that has given birth to spiritual consciousness and wants to take the opportunity to escape the control of the ancient restrictions of the Mirror Court."

Someone spoke in a low voice.

This inference was recognized by the other three.

The "Emperor" of a fourth-level wizard is still in the gestation stage. To truly manifest the "Emperor", one needs a strength of at least level five.

Compared to the possibility that there is a Level 5 Dawn Wizard who has lived for who knows how many years hidden in the core secret realm of the Mirror Garden... several people are obviously more inclined to the possibility that this is a high-level magical equipment left behind by an ancient Mirror Garden wizard.

Over a long period of time, nourished by the abundant and rich elemental energy particles, a trace of spiritual consciousness was born on its own, creating the scene before our eyes, which is similar to the scene of a Dawn-level wizard releasing his "Elemental Spirit".

Of course, the main evidence supporting this conclusion is that before this, the six major wizarding forces had witnessed the appearance of two similar Dawn-level magical tools during their exploration and excavation of the ruins of the Ancient Mirror Garden.

One of them escaped immediately after escaping the restriction of the magic circle and disappeared without a trace.

The other one was taken by the Thunder Council, one of the six major wizarding forces, after paying a huge price to compensate the other five major wizarding forces one by one.

The reason why several major wizarding forces are so eager to open the core area of ​​the ancient Mirror Court secret realm as soon as possible for exploration, and they are even willing to spend three equally precious and rare Keys of Nemesis, is very simple, because they have seen treasures in the Mirror Court that are more precious than the Keys of Nemesis - everyone wants to get more!
The four leading wizards from Molten Crystal Lake, Black Nightmare Swamp, Silver Circle and Thorn Palace reported the news back to headquarters as soon as the strange changes occurred in the exploration operation.

After everything was arranged, everyone's attention returned to the huge water curtain in front of them. At this time, everyone's mood became a little different from before.

"Hey!"

The bald wizard holding the burning stone staff in Molten Crystal Lake slowly put down the communication stone in his hand, suddenly grinned, and then shouted to the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard wearing a feather mask beside him, "Guy who plays with insects...how about raising the bet?
Looking at this Dawn-class magical tool, who will be chosen in the end in the name of inheritance?"

The third-level wizard of the Black Nightmare Swamp narrowed his eyes and said nothing, but his attitude was self-evident.

The bald wizard of Molten Crystal Lake turned his gaze towards Caroni and the green-robed female wizard.

"What about you guys? Do you want to join in the fun?"

The green-robed witch of the Palace of Thorns had an eager look on her face and kept looking at Caroni with encouraging eyes.

“..You can try.

It doesn’t all depend on strength, luck also plays a big role.”

Caroni's eyes flickered, but he finally shook his head calmly.

The green-robed female wizard's face was filled with disappointment, while the bald wizard from Molten Crystal Lake looked away expressionlessly and said nothing more.

"The Huiguang Corridor. Through the inheritance of the Eight..."

In a long corridor with mirrors on all sides, Ronan was thinking about the fragmentary information he had just obtained in his mind.

The silver figure emitting bright light and with a mysterious, obscure and majestic aura was still standing quietly at the end of the corridor, as if waiting for Ronan to approach.

"Can I obtain the inheritance left by the Ancient Mirror Court by passing through this corridor?
Only eight people can pass this round?"

Ronan quickly drew some inferences based on the fragmentary information.

Before he could do anything, "BOOM!"

The huge roar of magic spells could be heard in my ears.

At this time, the mirrors on both sides of him began to change.

The figure that originally reflected belonged to him, but it quickly faded away, and was replaced by a series of stranger figures wearing various robes.

The wizards from the four major forces who participated in this exploration all appeared in this corridor called "Return of Light".

Each person occupies a long corridor, which is almost parallel to each other, and can see each other's current appearance.

On Ronan's left and right sides stood a wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp and the Palace of Thorns respectively.

Among them, the wizard from the Palace of Thorns, after seeing Ronan's appearance clearly, immediately showed an expression of shock mixed with strong resentment and a hint of fear on his pale face. He was the young wizard whose skull had been smashed by him twice before.

He has woken up and was teleported into this corridor.

At this moment, all the wizards participating in this exploration are like athletes standing on the same starting line, waiting for the starting gun to sound.

"Om-"

When other figures appeared on both sides of Ronan, he began to whisper the syllables of a spell. He casually summoned a dense array of frost spears that emitted a strong chill, and pointed them at the young wizard in the Thorn Palace on the right.

The latter was suddenly horrified and stepped back subconsciously.

At this moment, they were standing too close to each other, almost as if there was only a transparent wall between them, and the distance between them was less than ten meters.

At the same time as Ronan casually threw a [Frost Spear] at the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on the right, a crystal wall armor like a curtain of ice and snow quietly emerged around him, which was to defend against the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard on the left.

The opponent was indeed casting a spell at him, but the speed was only slightly slower than his movements.

At the same time, wizards standing in different passages of this "corridor" cast countless spells.
However, all these spells ultimately failed.

Ronan saw with his own eyes that dozens of frost spears he shot out disappeared silently after penetrating the transparent wall on the side of him.

The connection with mental power was directly severed.

The spell did not fall on the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on the right, and the spell of the wizard of the Black Nightmare Swamp on the left also did not appear in front of him.

"It looks like they can't attack each other?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, "So the eight places to pass the level are based on speed?!"

"boom!"

A visible white air wave suddenly exploded in the mirror corridor. Ronan disappeared on the spot, and his figure turned into a blurry black shadow and rushed towards the end of the corridor.

If this was really a speed race, looking down from the sky, you could see that among the hundreds of "tracks" densely packed in a circle with a common finish line at the center of the circle, the one belonging to Ronan, a black line, was overtaking the others at an incredible speed, constantly approaching the finish line at the center of the circle.

"Boom! Boom! Boom——"

Ronan completely abandoned the acceleration of the second-level flying magic tool and relied purely on physical strength. His speed was much faster than relying on the flying magic ring.

No one knew what material this corridor full of mirrors was made of. No matter how much strength his legs exerted, no trace would be left when he landed on the ground.

Luo An was like a streak of black lightning running through the passage, emitting violent explosions from time to time and moving forward at a high speed.

"It's time to improve my master's proficiency in [Basic Swordsmanship]. The [Immaculate Body] plus the ancient frost hydra bloodline have transformed my body, and my physical strength is slowly becoming a little hard to control."

Ronan thought silently as he walked forward.

What he valued about the master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] was the absolute control it gave him over his body's functions. Before this, he had always been able to control it with ease, but now it was gradually becoming beyond his reach.

"call--"

Ronan turned into a gust of wind and rushed out of the corridor.

His body changed from extremely moving to extremely still in an instant, with only the fluttering robe and long hair still silently indicating the violent speed.

The silver figure that had been standing at the end of the corridor turned into a huge ball of light and suddenly reached the very high sky, overlooking the world below indifferently like a silver sun.

A large number of rune patterns filled with mysterious aura appeared and disappeared between Ronan and the silver light ball, blocking the light and distance.

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze and looked around, only to find that he was now on a huge circular platform.

The platform was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge flat mirror. Ronan lowered his head and could clearly see his own reflection on the ground.

There are a total of eight platforms like this around Ronan.

Eight huge mirror-like platforms were suspended quietly in the air in a circular shape, and there was an unfathomable brightness underneath.

"Shh-"

A figure penetrated the ripples in the air and suddenly appeared in front of Ronan. It was a Molten Crystal Lake wizard wearing a red robe, with dark skin and a square face. He was obviously startled when he saw Ronan, and then quickly distanced himself from him with a vigilant look on his face.

Soon after, more and more figures appeared on the platform.

The same thing happened on the other platforms, with human figures appearing one after another.

The wizards who were previously in the Huiguang Corridor were teleported to different mirror platforms one after another after a "race".

Ronan retreated to a corner of the platform, frowning slightly.

Only then did he realize that his previous inference was not accurate. The Huiguang Corridor was not the real place of competition, and the speed of crossing the corridor did not mean anything. This platform was where they were about to fight.

"Exactly eight."

Ronan was thinking silently as more and more people appeared on the platform where he was, and the number finally stopped when it reached nineteen.

Among these nineteen people, the largest number are wizards from Molten Crystal Lake, a total of eight.

Then came six wizards from the Palace of Thorns wearing green robes.

There were only four people from the Silver Ring, including him.

Of course, there are the fewest wizards in the Black Nightmare Swamp, only two of them. After entering the platform, they immediately used some special magical means to hide their bodies. Only mental power could capture some faint traces of energy fluctuations.

The other three Circle wizards naturally moved closer to Ronan.

The same was true for people from other forces. They kept a sufficient distance from each other and looked at each other with fear.

No one knows what will happen next, but many people seem to be able to guess what will happen next.

The atmosphere on the platform became tense and subtle.

"Glenn, from the First Ring."

Among the four people gathered in the Silver Ring, a handsome young man with a decent appearance, blue hair and gray eyes took the initiative to introduce himself.

Then he turned his gaze to the next person, who hesitated slightly but quickly introduced himself.

The four of them took turns, and Ronan was no exception.

He was not averse to banding together with others, especially in the current unclear situation. Standing with people of the same power could at least make himself look less conspicuous.

There were four magic circle wizards. Glenn and a chubby-faced female wizard from the third magic circle were both in the late second level. Another young man was in the middle second level. Ronan’s strength, which had just been promoted to the early second level, was quite "eye-catching". The other three looked at him with a little strangeness in their eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Have you participated in the Seven Rings' internal exchange competition?"

Glenn of the First Circle spoke next after everyone had introduced themselves.

But before anyone could answer, the huge silver ball of light hanging above everyone's head suddenly shone brightly, and then a palm-sized mysterious rune symbol that looked like a lens lit up above each circular platform.

At the same time, a powerful wave of consciousness spread out like a sudden ray of sunshine, accompanied by the reappearance of the previously unclear and indistinguishable male or female voice.

"Qualification. One. Next round. Inheritance!"

"Buzz!"

The light of the transparent rune array rose from all sides of the circular platform and wrapped upwards to form a huge bowl shape.

An identical lens rune flashes on top of each "bowl-shaped" platform.

This time everyone successfully interpreted the meaning conveyed by the silver light ball -

There are eight platforms, and people on each platform fight with each other to select one person to enter the next round of inheritance test.

And the mysterious lens-shaped rune above the platform...is the qualification certificate for entering the next round of inheritance test!
Almost at the moment when this wave of consciousness fell, the light of magic suddenly lit up on the platform where Ronan was, followed by several figures flashing in the air, rushing towards the mysterious rune floating at the top.

Violent explosions sounded on every platform, along with the light of magic and the aftermath of energy collisions.
The first few figures who pounced on the rune clashed several times in an instant, but no one succeeded. Instead, the rune representing the qualification was pushed gently away.

The people below also reacted quickly. Different tones, different spells, and intensive spell chanting sounded almost at the same time.

".I ranked eighteenth in the Seventh Ring internal exchange competition, and I was just one step away from entering the first echelon and qualifying for the first battlefield!"

Glenn, a handsome young man from the first ring, had a sharp gleam in his eyes. He growled coldly and forcefully at the people in the same ring, "If none of you are stronger than me, then you will do your best to assist me from now on! This inheritance."

"boom!"

Before the handsome young man Glenn could finish his words, a huge white air wave suddenly exploded around them.

Then they saw a blurry figure, so fast that even mental power could hardly capture it, cross the distance in an instant, appear next to the flowing runes like a flash of teleportation, and grab the rune representing the qualification in its hand.

"Uh"

Glenn, who had just declared his "leadership", was stunned.

The other two magic circle wizards were also stunned.

The wizards from other forces on the platform were all stunned.

Everyone saw a handsome young man with white hair, blue eyes, and a gray-silver robe fluttering in the wind. He was standing high above everyone's heads, looking thoughtfully at the rune in his hand that was shining like a lens.

Soon, the boy stopped looking at the runes and looked down at the people below.

His eyes swept over the mission rings worn by everyone one by one, and finally, the slender five fingers wearing the mission rings clenched the lens rune in their hands bit by bit, and said calmly: "Come on, let's go together.

In this game, the loser is out, and the winner takes all! "

(End of this chapter)