Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 379 Secret Method - [Death Sea of ​​Demon - Cry of Sorrow]! (Fourth update, please give me a monthly ticket!)

The spell that Quasimodo had been brewing for a long time was somewhat beyond Ronan's expectations.

The light of the blasphemous moon, with a power beyond the normal mid-level fifth stage, brought a slight tingling sensation between Ronan's brows, and the Dead Sea before his eyes began to stir again.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. With the blessing of [Instinct's Grasp], the eight blades of the spear rang out in unison, affecting the overall situation. The gold was strengthened with titanium, and he headed straight towards the direction where the dazzling arrow was coming from.

"boom!"

One white, the other black; one bright, the other blazing.

As if two stars collided, the aftermath of the spell that erupted in an instant directly set off layers of storms in the void. The turbulent energy plowed across the ground, easily tearing apart the bodies of third and fourth-level monsters, and raging furrows covered with blood and flesh on the ground.

Everyone in the field stared at the center of the energy explosion. When the billowing smoke and dust dissipated, Quasimodo, who was still drawing the bow, was stunned under his amethyst mask. His hands loosened and the silver longbow covered with starlight almost slipped out of his hands.

"how is this possible?"

At the center of the collision, Ronan was wearing a titanium coat, with sixteen pairs of extremely gorgeous golden eagle wings stretched out behind him, his black hair dancing like flames, and black lines floating all over his body.

He held the gun in one hand, and a lot of deep red aura mixed with black surged around him like a tide. One hand was raised forward, and his five fingers were tightly clasped around a crystal-carved feather.

This feather is exquisite, with densely packed runes floating on its surface, like a one-of-a-kind and beautiful work of art.

At this time, it was covered with cracks, and when Ronan gently pinched it with his fingers, it shattered into countless crystal fragments.

"Still... a little worse."

Ronan took a deep breath, and his entire body suddenly became blurred, then faded and disappeared.

At the same time, Quasimodo on the other side of the battlefield was retreating as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Ronan stood in front of him, his feet not moving, but his body remained in a standing and overlooking posture like a shadow.

"Quasimodo."

Ronan spoke calmly.

The latter's eyes trembled slightly, and the next second.
"Bang! Crack, crack—"

A shadowy hand suddenly tore apart the layers of force field energy around Quasimodo and slapped him hard on the face, shattering the amethyst mask in an instant.

When Ronan withdrew, Quasimodo's entire face was deeply sunken, blood dripped down his chin, and he trembled all over and slowly slid to his knees.

Behind him, a group of Black Moon wizards looked at Ronan with speechless eyes, and then quickly dispersed as silent as cicadas.

"call--"

A heat wave came from behind, and a huge white fire python swooped down towards Ronan from the sky, accompanied by a giant eagle formed by countless deep blue wind blades, and some other fifth-level spells.

Ronan raised his head slightly, casually raised the spear in his hand and swept it across, and the tip of the spear drew a huge half-moon shaped black arc of light.

The momentum that involved a certain area of ​​space swept towards the densely populated spells.

Ronan followed closely behind, rushing straight towards the vortex of fire with the huge mouth of the blazing white fire python above his head.

"Boom——"

Like the sound of a bubble being popped, in the blink of an eye Ronan pierced the huge fire python, and the latter's head exploded, splashing into countless flames.

Ronan penetrated the fire python and quickly found the shadow of the person behind the incandescent white fire python.

The iconic robe of the Linghu Flame lineage, short hair and red eyes, with a faint flash of violent light in the eyes.

Kanel, son of the Spirit Lake Flame.

Kanel is known as the "tyrant" in the Fire School, but when facing Ronan, his expression was so panicked and nervous that he looked like a deserter, and he kept retreating backwards.

Ronan stretched his body and slowly raised the eight-bladed spear, just about to pierce Kanir and nail him to the void.

Just then, a shout suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sallanch!"

Ronan turned his gaze slightly and saw Ulian, who had been suppressed by him before, staring at him with resentment in his eyes, gritting his teeth, and shouting at the top of his lungs, with a hint of fanaticism on his face.

"Sallanch!"

"Sallanch!"

More shouts were heard, all coming from the wizards of the Witch Heart Palace. They stared at Ronan, as if these four words contained some kind of magical power that supported them to stand up again.

Ronan frowned slightly, and in doubt, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling throbbing and oppression.

It's like putting your fingers on a cold, sharp string and plucking it hard, and the feeling of the finger flesh being forcibly cut.

"Om-"

A strange throbbing feeling came over him, and with the help of [Instinct's Grasp], Ronan twisted his body instinctively and stabbed the spear in his hand fiercely at the void in front of him.

He saw that there was a thick and cold dark energy in the void that was seeping out as fast as water and accumulated into a large pool. Then, a pair of skinny hands appeared in the black water, holding an extremely huge and narrow sickle, and cut towards him silently.

The spear and sickle collided, strangely without making any sound, as if they penetrated each other.

"Oh!"

Ronan's figure suddenly exploded and turned into countless light silver lights that scattered everywhere.

When he appeared again, he was already in another empty place.

Ronan had a strange expression on his face at this moment, and he was still standing with the gun in his hand.

One hand was raised and slowly stroked across his left cheek, where a clear bloodstain slowly appeared.

“It’s starting to get interesting.”

Ronan put down his hand, his eyes were filled with death, and he looked towards a certain place calmly.

At that location, a tall and majestic figure stood alone.

The figure was wearing a gorgeous black robe and had a heroic appearance. He was the level 5 wizard of the Witch Heart Palace who had been forcibly thrown off the throne by Ronan before.

He is also the only great wizard in the field whose strength has reached the late fifth level.

At this moment, his expression was cold, and his pupils strangely split into three. Behind him, altar-like phantoms were looming, emitting an indescribable and eerie aura.

On one of the altars, there stood quietly a blurry ghost figure in tattered robes, holding a giant sickle.

"They are calling you? Are you Sarlanch?" Ronan looked at the man in front of him and began to find some of the feeling he had when he fought with Thomas.

No.

It should be stronger than it was then.

After all, Thomas, the commander of Tangista's First Legion, always fought with him with a playful mentality.

But the man in front of him was different.

His murderous intent towards Ronan could freeze into ice!

The heroic man did not answer. He just formed seals with his hands and gently uttered the syllables of magic spells.

The sound of the spell seemed to come from the distant underworld, and when it fell into the ears, it was like countless pairs of sharp little hands scratching the eardrums frantically.

As the strange magic fluctuations were released, the three pupils in the man's eyes lit up and emitted a strange glow.

The blurry ghost figure holding a giant sickle on the altar behind him suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the same icy and piercing feeling that Ronan had felt before surged in his heart again.

Ronan's eyes suddenly lit up, and instead of retreating, he advanced. Under the [Instinct Grip], he held the spirit spear in his hand, and his sixteen pairs of golden wings spread out. As if he had foreseen the future, he swept the spear towards a certain position on his side.

The disappearing blurry ghost appeared right there, and the black scythe cut, and Ronan's spear broke apart as soon as it touched it.

"call--"

The eerie and cold aura mixed together with the thick and fiery aura, forming an indescribable terrifying wind that swept around the battle group.

Wherever it passed, some of the void was corroded and eroded, while others were twisted and melted.

This was definitely an indescribably weird battle. As the recognized king of this generation in the Wuxin Palace, Sarlanchi was the only one who had entered the late fifth level and could even reach the sixth level.

He summoned the ghost enshrined on the strange magic altar and fought with Ronan. The spear and the scythe collided repeatedly, but no sound was made from beginning to end.

Everyone fell silent, almost holding their breath, and stared closely at the battle.

Ronan felt a long-lost excitement.

Sarlanchi's spells combined the essence of darkness and the undead, carrying the aura of some powerful ancient heritage. They were more bizarre and fierce than anything he had ever seen before.

He could feel the pressure of Death Blade at all times.

This feeling stimulated Ronan's Dead Sea power hidden deep within the ancient power runes, causing it to fluctuate continuously.

There are two points in Ronan's melee system that need to be broken through urgently.

One is the [Austerity Body Training] which has reached the master level of proficiency.

The other is the black power of the Dead Sea brought by the ancient power.

When he was entangled by the shadow tentacles before, he felt the opportunity for breakthrough in both aspects, but unfortunately the pressure was not enough.

Now, in the battle with Sarlanchi, the fifth level king of Wuxin Palace, the pressure he had been looking forward to for a long time increased suddenly.

Although the breakthrough of [Austerity Body Tempering] seemed to be slow, during the battle, the power of [Instinct's Grasp]'s control over the rules was constantly prying, and the power of the Black Dead Sea was constantly being excavated.

"A little bit, a little bit worse."

Ronan blasted away one spell clone after another of [Mirror Image and Water Moon], fought with the vague ghosts that appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, and guarded against the terrifying giant sickle that could be chopped down from any angle at any time.

In front of my eyes and inside my body, the silent dead sea was becoming more and more turbulent.

The feedback to him was that more and more scarlet runes of the ancient runes etched on the eight-bladed spear in his hand lit up, and large patches of dark crimson surged out from under the black aura surrounding his body.

"Tear--"

Ronan's eyes seemed to be filled with blood. Suddenly, the sixteen pairs of golden wings behind him closed together. He endured the scythe cut from the blurry ghost and stabbed Sarlanch, who was controlling the ghost in the distance, without hesitation.

The three pupils in Sarlanchi's eyes turned rapidly, and dense and strange black meridians suddenly appeared on his cheeks and neck.

Along with the utterance of a strange syllable, another strange altar emerged among the altar shadows behind him, and a burly figure holding a giant guillotine raised a huge black tide and slashed at Ronan on the head.

"Kacha kacha——"

A long and narrow scythe followed closely behind, and two terrifying dark undead weapons, one in front and one behind, formed a double-team, as if to cut Ronan in two.

Countless black and dark blue forbidden arc lightning fell from the sky, and the entire battlefield seemed to have suddenly fallen into the underworld.

Sarlanchi, standing in the air with his back against ancient altars, is the king who dominates this den of ghosts.

In an instant, everyone's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if they couldn't wait to see Ronan's defeat and death.

At this moment, the pressure Ronan wanted also reached a peak.

Under the stimulation of the terrifying pressure of life and death, the power of primitive instinct called out, and the Dead Sea in his body seemed to boil completely.

Endless dark red emerged from the dark Dead Sea, and the scarlet waves roared.
Ronan seemed to hear the wailing and crying of countless wronged souls buried at the bottom of the Dead Sea, passing through eons of time.

Ronan stopped abruptly.

The gold and titanium armor on his body shattered and peeled off piece by piece under the pressure of the two forbidden forces in front and behind.

He held a spear in his hand, his head slightly lowered.

In between breaths, he suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes soaked in blood.

"call--"

The next second, all the black ancient power rune tattoos on Ronan's body turned red, and the black aura surrounding his body turned into a deeper and thicker dark red, like half-solidified plasma.

Countless dark red arcs of light exploded from Ronan's body, and an extremely majestic, sad, and powerful aura was suddenly released.

Ronan lightly raised the dark red spear in his hand, and behind him there seemed to be a whole turbulent dark red dead sea following him.

There was a terrifying aura emanating from his body that far exceeded that of an ordinary forbidden domain.

"Secret Technique - [Death Sea of ​​Demons - Cry of Sorrow]!"

"boom!"

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