Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 429: Dead Sea Whale Falls, Escapes

Countless streams of blue and gold light seemed to sweep across the sky and earth like an ice tide, or like a school of ancient fish chasing the shadow of a whale, rushing out endlessly.

The melodious sound of ice crystals colliding rang out between heaven and earth, carrying an inexplicable sense of purity and holiness, like the distant song of a whale.

The surging rock waves from the strange peaks in the barren rocky wilderness froze in an instant, along with the huge strange stone sword and the ponytailed young man holding the sword.

Ronan holds invisible power, his eyes are like snowy sun, and his frosty hair is flying.

With the mysterious and exquisite huge ice ring as its back, the nine Yuanling crystals were all emitting a deep blue light, like nine pieces of coldly burning black ice.

This is the supreme pilgrimage of the ancient ice and frost, and any element must pay homage to this supreme majesty.

All the short-robed wizards who came with the ponytailed young man were forced to retreat outside the battle group. They all looked horrified and could not believe that a spell of this level could be cast by a fifth-level wizard.

Wherever the blue-gold light passed, everything in the void was frozen, appearing in a state of eternal freezing.

Energy, light, dust... everything.

And Ronan is the only one who can move freely in it.

The shadow of the huge baleen whale appeared and disappeared on his body and under his feet. Ronan walked forward step by step, at an incredible speed, like light and fog.

But before he could get close, terrifying energy pressure erupted from the eternally frozen ice.

The solidified black rock waves shattered into pieces, and a brilliant deep yellow blossomed from them. The barren rocky land quickly cracked, and the spirit of the earth was fully awakening.

"Kakaka-"

Accompanied by a violent shattering sound, a huge dark yellow human figure rose up from the ground!

Ten feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet.
Large chunks of blue-gold ice collapsed, the distant whale songs wandering in the void were interrupted, and the ancient pilgrimage ceremony was forced to end.

Ronan paused, and under the mask of dawn, his eyes that burned like snow flickered slightly.

"Only using one tenth of your strength?"

"I already said I changed my mind."

A young man with a ponytail and deep blue eyes was suspended on the chest of the Yuanling Dharmakaya, whose power was fully released. His face was cold and slightly ferocious. He looked down at Ronan from above, his right hand clenched into a fist, and countless rocks on the ground floated up rapidly. The strange stone sword that had been frozen before expanded rapidly, visibly to the naked eye.

"Rumble--"

Ronan could almost hear the sound of the inky rock waves rushing back and forth on the stone sword. One after another, strange black runes lit up on the stone sword, and traces of terrifying and oppressive aura continued to emanate.

Ronan looked calm, as if he had expected this to happen.

He leaned forward and flew towards the ponytailed young man like a giant bird. The wind pulled his wide platinum robe high up in the air, like a flag.

At this time, the figure that collided with the dark yellow Yuanling Dharmakaya that was more than a hundred feet high was almost completely free from the restraint of the remaining power of [Frost Tour]. Only a small half of the lower body was still frozen, which did not affect the casting.

As the ponytailed young man's eyes expressed a cold tone, the huge stone sword held in the Baizhang Yuanling Dharmakaya's hand was slowly raised, swallowing up most of the light in the sky in an instant, and then fell heavily towards Ronan!

"Boom! Click!"

It was like the spine of some huge ancient monster was used as a whip to whip down from the sky. Large areas of the void were compressed into layers of black folds, which then continued to explode.

The huge stone sword with countless flashing black runes instantly cut down Ronan's flying figure.

"Oh!"

A cluster of platinum light exploded and transformed into countless flying silver tassels.

The stone sword froze.

The young man with the ponytail narrowed his eyes, and his powerful mental power of the middle stage of level six swept across the void, trying to capture the hidden and fleeing figure.

But before he could find his target, a figure appeared before his eyes like a ghost.

It was as if a simple door outlined with a silver pen appeared out of thin air. The door was pushed open from the inside, and Ronan walked out of the door calmly.

The ponytailed youth was not surprised but delighted. His huge mental force field suddenly shrank, and the frozen stone sword turned around and stabbed back at an incredible speed.
Several forces simultaneously locked the figure that came to the door on its own initiative.

However, the next second, the young man with the ponytail heard a series of crisp sounds of bones popping.

"Kakaka-"

Ronan, who was very close, suddenly swelled up, and a strange and sticky dark red color emanated from his body from the inside out.

Waves hit the reefs, and deep-sea conches hum.
In a flash, Ronan's body grew to more than three meters tall. His originally wide platinum robe was stretched taut, and then quickly faded away, revealing a terrifying and hideous body covered with broken bloodstains, knotted muscles, and as if it were made of magic steel.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The young man with the ponytail couldn't see the expression on the face that was tightly covered by the Chenxi mask. He could only see a pair of bloodshot eyes and sticky blood-stained hair that was also dyed dark red.

A vast and silent sea of ​​blood spread out from under the opponent's feet, and countless dark red blood threads gushed out, blooming strangely and brilliantly like poppies.

For a moment, the ponytailed young man's throat seemed to be pressed against by an extremely sharp weapon. He could almost smell the strong and choking smell of rotten blood.

His scalp numbed, his hair stood up instantly, and an unprecedented sense of warning arose in his heart.

"Jealous!"

The ponytailed young man growled, and the black lightning lines on both sides of his cheeks suddenly lit up, and two deep blue sharp rays burst out of his eyes.

The sharp blade tore through the void, and with an indescribable sense of horror, it quickly shot towards the figure in front of him who gave him a strong sense of crisis.

However, the next second, the two sharp blades were gently grabbed by a ferocious and tall hand.

"Click——"

Ronan crushed the two spells casually like crushing cookies, and then his five fingers suddenly spread out, and dense dark red spirit threads wrapped around his palms, seemingly slow but actually fast, and lightly grabbed the chest of the ponytailed young man.

"roll!"

The ponytailed young man roared, forming seals with his hands. The purple leather armor on his body glowed with incomparable light at this moment, presenting a hint of crystal-like luster.

Countless platinum runes lit up on the leather armor, forming an extremely strong defensive force, firmly blocking Ronan's palm and countless dark red threads outside. "Zizizizi——"

The two forces collided, splashing out countless arcs of light and sparks. The runes on the surface of the purple crystal leather armor flickered, but were never completely extinguished.

"die!"

The young man with the ponytail growled in a ferocious expression. At this moment, the huge stone sword he had recalled was finally approaching, and the hundred-foot-tall Yuanling Dharmakaya was also pressing down with a silent roar.

It was like a small, powerful and massive piece of land pressing down, and its terrifying power seemed to crush everything completely.

"hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, and a hint of snow-white color bloomed in his blood-red eyes.

In an instant, it seemed as if an ancient giant whale was rapidly awakening inside his body, and his already powerful and domineering demon body suddenly expanded outward violently.

"Beng Beng Beng——"

Some broken bloodstains stuck together, and the tangled muscles entangled into larger and more complex spiral shapes. The sticky Dead Sea where the feet were immersed made a desolate and mournful cry like a whale falling.

More blood flashed up instantly.
“Crack! Bang—”

The sound of something being smashed.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and all the flowing energy in the void came to a standstill.

The young man with the ponytail kept his hands in the seal position, standing there with a dazed expression.

The tip of the terrifying strange stone sword had already pierced into the void somewhere in front of him, but the figure that was originally at that position had already disappeared.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and saw that the exquisite purple armor on the left side of his chest was broken, the runes were dimmed, and a huge blood hole running through the front and back was clearly visible.

On the chest of the Yuanling Dharmakaya behind him, which was more than a hundred feet tall, there was also a huge hole that went through from front to back. Some blood remained on it, hindering the repair of energy and rules.

Ronan stood behind the Dharma body, his blood-red hair flying, and turned around calmly. Between the five fingers of his right hand, which was kept slightly raised, he was tightly grasping a living heart that was still beating slightly.

"Snapped--"

Ronan casually crushed the heart of the ponytailed young man. The minced meat mixed with blood plasma fell little by little like some unique trophy and merged into the Dead Sea under his feet.

Ronan heard the ponytailed young man's angry and collapsed roar, his demonic body stretched out, and the huge shadow of a baleen whale floated faintly in the bloody Dead Sea.

This was the first time he combined the power of [Innocent Body] and the ancient frost whale bloodline, and the effect was quite good.

[The Body of Ancient Demon] was blessed with the blood of the Ancient Frost Whale, and its strength instantly increased. The fifteen-layer Snail Palace was instantly upgraded to the eighteen-layer Snail Palace. The power of the Dead Sea that he could leverage with the [Grip of Instinct] also increased many times in an instant!
"call--"

Ronan exhaled gently, and large patches of dark red rotten ice flowers condensed in the void before his eyes.

The Dead Sea submerges the frost whale, and the combination of the two gives Ronan a sense of an ancient whale fall.

He seemed to have grasped something, and some wonderful insights arose in his mind, but he didn't have time to ponder them carefully. Countless dark red threads of spirit bloomed from his body again. He fell down calmly, and raised his right hand quietly, locking his sight on the head of the ponytailed young man below.

The power of the Dead Sea is so strange and powerful that Ronan can almost completely ignore the methods used by ordinary wizards to transform their bodies into elements.

This is some kind of terrifying power of rules. Even if the body is elementalized, it can still directly wipe out the opponent's life.

Strands of dark red threads easily pierced through the Yuan Ling Dharma Body. Ronan tore through the layers of obstacles in front of him, like an ancient demon star falling. For the first time, a shocked expression appeared on the face of the ponytailed young man, which seemed to be mixed with a trace of imperceptible panic.

He swung the strange stone sword in his hand with all his might, and layers of rock waves rushed upward. Ronan clenched his five fingers, and dark red threads condensed into the shape of a weapon in his palm.

But before it could take shape, a thrilling black light suddenly pierced through the space and arrived in an instant.

"Oh!"

Driven by his fighting instinct, Ronan threw a backhand punch, and a ball of terrifying black light exploded in front of him.

"boom!"

Ronan's body was pushed back by the terrifying energy aftermath. Before he could stand still, several rapidly enlarging strange black lights appeared in his field of vision.

"Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?!"

Ronan smelled the unique aura of the resurrected ancient witch, which was filled with a strong sense of chaos and madness.

There was no time to think, countless dark red threads of spirit suddenly shrank, and then rapidly bloomed!
[The Sorrowful Cry of the Dead Sea of ​​Morro]!
"Boom! Boom!"

Amid a series of terrifying explosions, a huge strange stone sword slashed down fiercely, cutting straight through a turbid air wave.

Ronan's figure suddenly appeared somewhere several kilometers away from the battle group.

His expression was calm and his eyes were slightly focused. There were several coin-sized holes on his ferocious and powerful body, and blood was flowing out of the wounds.

Ronan shook off the blood on his fingertips expressionlessly, his eyes crossed the battle group and locked onto a figure walking towards this side.

He was a young man with gray-gold hair and a pale face. There was a strange mark like an eye on his forehead. He was wearing a strangely shaped flesh armor that seemed to have countless blood vessels constantly wriggling.

The young man's temperament and appearance gave Ronan an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In his hand he held a bone rune longbow, and he exuded a powerful aura that surpassed that of the ponytailed young man.

Behind the young man, there seemed to be a figure slowly emerging.

The young man had a hollow look in his eyes, giving people a feeling of being a walking corpse. His mental power was always locked on Ronan, and he was already preparing to draw the bow for the next round.

Ronan looked at him deeply, and without paying any attention to the furious roar of the ponytailed young man next to him, he flashed and turned into a streak of blood-red light and quickly disappeared from the spot.

"Rumble--"

The huge strange stone sword turned into the shape of an arrow, chasing the escaping blood light and shooting out, leaving a deep ink-colored arrow mark in the sky.

The young man with the ponytail stared at the direction where Ronan disappeared, his chest heaving violently and his face ashen.

"How could he escape even after such a situation? What a bunch of rubbish."

(End of this chapter)