Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 380: Song of Sorrow, Fight, Fight, Fight, What else can you do to stop me? !

In an instant, the sky above the battlefield seemed to have countless dark red blood plasma leaking out, and the entire world turned into a blood-red color.

The terrifying dark blood light slowly spread out like a rapidly rising mushroom cloud. Wherever it passed, on the plains and wilderness of the oasis, monsters silently melted and died in the blood light like red wax.

The ghost den that originally occupied the high sky, the cold and chilly aura, and the two blurry ghosts holding a narrow and long sickle and a giant guillotine, were swept away, melted, and swallowed up in an instant under the flushing of the dark blood plasma.
"Click - click -"

The two altar phantoms behind Sarlanchi made a crisp sound and suddenly cracked. He groaned, took two steps back suddenly, and his three pupils in his eyes were completely dilated.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the center of the bloody explosion, and an inexplicable and huge sense of grief enveloped everyone's heart.

In a trance, I seemed to see the blood-colored Dead Sea rolling, the blood mist gradually dissipated on the sea surface, and the bottom was densely filled with ancient corpses.
When all the strange visions disappeared, the dark blood color gradually subsided.

A tall and majestic figure finally appeared in front of them.

At this time, Ronan held the gun in one hand and his long hair danced lightly.

The thick, dark blood color on the body surface and all over the body is gradually fading away like the tide.

Ronan's eyes were slightly closed, with tears streaming down his cheeks, and he was enveloped in an indescribable strange aura.

It was not until a trembling sound filled with extreme disbelief was heard that he was pulled out of this state.

"A true meaning-level spell?!"

"Is this the power that can only be possessed by a spell that has realized its true meaning?!"

"boom--"

A silent uproar broke out in the scene, and pairs of pupils trembled.

Most of those present were level five wizards, the most outstanding elites of the wizarding force of the Destiny Empire. Some of them were even beyond the realm of genius and could be considered powerful men. There were also many wizards who had comprehended the forbidden level of magic.

However, the forbidden level of magic and comprehending the true meaning of magic are two completely different concepts. The latter is to comprehend the essence of magic and has reached the level of actually controlling the rules.

In the category of level five wizards, opening up the true body of the Yuanling and wantonly controlling the energy of heaven and earth is actually a manifestation of the power of rules.

But compared to comprehending the true meaning of magic, the latter's grasp of the power of rules is not even the tip of the iceberg.

Previously, Ronan had demonstrated a power that was enough to erase general taboos. Although it was surprising, it was still within the acceptable and tolerable range for everyone. But now, there was only shock and alarm left.

"Corpses... the sorrow of the Dead Sea"

Ronan slowly opened his eyes, still immersed in the perception of using [Instinct's Grip] to completely pry open the power of the black Dead Sea.

The moment he released that move, it seemed as if countless ancient souls were crying and howling in his ears, and the sound of grief went straight to his soul, like a heroic and sad elegy, as if telling him some dusty ancient truth.

There seem to be more secrets about the [Austerity Body Building] technique.
"Kakaka-"

The sound, like that of a huge gear turning with difficulty, caught Ronan's attention.

He raised his head and his gaze fell back on Sarlanch in front of him.

The opponent's spells were suppressed and cracked by him, and even the phantom of the ancient altar behind him "exploded", but he did not seem to want to give up.

At this time, Sarlanchi's whole body was in a semi-virtual state, with countless faint lights gathering on his body.

The three pupils in his left and right eyes began to enlarge strangely, becoming like bright crystals.

A larger crystal also grew between the eyebrows, and gradually his figure and appearance became unclear, and he completely entered the state of awakening his Yuan Ling true body.

"Seven Star Spirits."

Ronan noticed the rapid formation of a huge totem behind Sarlanch, and with a twinkle in his eyes he whispered, "Inheritance Array!"

The power of the inherited magic circle that I had not witnessed on Thomas at first was now realized on Sarlanch.

The inheritance magic circle pattern behind Sarlanchi looks like a strange eight-armed black scorpion, full of gloomy and evil.

As the inheritance formation was activated, the wizards of the Witch Heart Palace came out of the shock of the true meaning spell that Ronan had just displayed, and their expressions became fanatical again.

The aura on Sarlanchi's body continued to rise, and a vast energy tide like the sea surged out from the magic circle totem of the Eight-Armed Black Scorpion, forming a dark and gloomy domain as dark as night, which slowly unfolded behind Sarlanchi.

The shadows of the ancient altars, which were originally illusory, became solid under the infusion of rolling energy, as if they had come from a dilapidated and corrupt ancient realm and appeared on the battlefield.

The two blurry ghosts that were previously killed by Ronan reappeared, and on another ancient altar, a third ghost quietly emerged - a huge, bloated, irregular body, like countless corpses piled together, with strange hook blades connected to chains in both hands.

Each ghost is at least ten times more powerful than the previous one.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and gently grasped the spear in his right hand.

Countless deep red patterns on the eight-bladed spear quickly climbed up and turned into a dark red spear. The eight blades trembled slightly, emitting bursts of mournful cries of the dead sea.

The densely packed black lines of ancient power on his body and the long black hair behind him were also gradually stained with crimson.

[Ancient Demon's Body] and the power of the Dead Sea fit together exceptionally, as if they were made for each other. Ronan stretched out his body, and "Ka-ka-ka-" the Demon's body, which was covered with countless dark red lines, expanded and rose several times. "Hua-hua-"

The black color almost faded away, and completely turned into a red aura like the water of the Dead Sea, swirling around Ronan's feet.

When Ronan comprehended the secret technique of [Death Sea Cry of Demon], his physical combat system had undergone a qualitative transformation.

Pry open the instinct and grasp the true meaning!
Although [Austerity Body Tempering] was still a little short of a breakthrough, he could already glimpse the power and mystery of the next realm, and could call upon some of the master's power in advance.

"Om - hum -"

Ronan's body emanated waves of dark red light. Compared to his previous domineering aura, his aura was now more condensed, with a hint of depth and mystery.

The aura spread to the people watching nearby, giving them a suffocating and heavy feeling of oppression.

The sky of the oasis faded into a dual color.

One side was dark and gloomy, while the other side was stained with blood.

If Ronan was a fiery and powerful black meteorite before, then now, this meteorite has transformed into dark red, becoming even more terrifying and domineering.

The collision of gold and titanium made a crisp and pleasant sound, and then it was draped over Ronan again. Sixteen pairs of reorganized golden wings stretched out, and when the momentum climbed to a certain peak, a gleam of light flashed in Ronan's bloodshot eyes, and the whole person suddenly disappeared on the spot.

"Tear--"

Endless blood suddenly gushed out from the sky and the battlefield, and an extremely thick, dark blood-red lightning struck Sarlanch's face directly.

Sarlanchi, in his true spirit form, dissipated like mist. The huge eight-armed black scorpion totem behind him spun like a halo, and the three ancient altars made a heavy "clicking" sound as they turned.

"call--"

Three ghostly shadows appeared in front of the dark blood-red thunder almost at the same time. The giant sickle, guillotine and chain hook blade slashed out together, silently passing through the body of thunder.

A spear covered with blood patterns protruded from the thunder, its eight blades slightly unfolded, trembling continuously, like a giant python with its bloody mouth opened.

"boom!"

The two powers collided, the thunder shattered, and Ronan, covered in gold and blood, jumped out from the dark bloody thunder like a dragon.

The eight-bladed spear swept across, creating a huge half-moon-shaped blood-red halo that directly knocked the three blurry ghost shadows around it away.

"Kaka——"

The ancient altar corresponding to the three ghost shadows made a sound as if it was overwhelmed. Seven Yuan Ling crystals flickered on the face of Sarlanchi, who was the true body of the Yuan Ling. He raised his hands and summoned pillars of dark blue light to fall.

The three blurry ghosts that were swept away also roared silently and swept over again.

Ronan was still wearing a crystal crown at this time.

His skill in using the [Instinct's Grip] to pry open the mighty power from the depths of the Dead Sea seemed to coincide with the tidal meditation method contained in the Crown of Deep Knowledge.

The bloody power of the Dead Sea emerged from the depths of the Dead Sea like a tide, adding to the power of his spear.

[Grip of Instinct] follows the rhythm of the tides, engaging the natural rules of the heaven and earth. Wave after wave, the power of the Dead Sea released by Ronan becomes more and more turbulent!
"Boom!"

At a certain moment, the scene that had happened before seemed to reappear again!

Ronan swept out with his spear, and in an instant, in the eyes of everyone, there appeared an image of a roaring Dead Sea with surging waves and huge waves.

The sad and heroic sound of grief reappeared, like an unfinished war song from the depths of the ancient sea.
"Boom!"

Under countless blood-red lightning, Sarlanchi's three ghost shadows were once again swallowed up by the terrible power. With a "bang", the three ancient altars behind Sarlanchi exploded together.

The seven spirit crystals on Sarlanchi's face flashed continuously, and he spread his arms and let out a terrifying scream.

Dense beams of dark blue energy fell down, and the demons behind him pressed down like a curtain.

But in the next second, it was torn apart by a fierce and terrifying blood light.

Ronan spread out his sixteen pairs of golden wings behind him, wore a crystal crown on his head, held a spear in his hand, and stepped on Sarlanch's head.

"Crash-"

At this moment, the dark red aura surrounding him was surging, and the bloody Dead Sea vision behind him was boiling.

Layers of blood-red halos emanated from his body, firmly resisting the darkness and undead energy that were pouring in like a tide from the surroundings.

Ronan's eyes were burning, but he didn't look at Sarlanch. Instead, he stared at the pair of prying eyes behind the half-open door in the sky.

The eight-bladed spear was raised, and at this moment Ronan was like a scorching sun rising from the bloody Dead Sea!

"What else can you do to stop me?!"

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(End of this chapter)