The Journey of the Infinite Wizard

Pure and flawless, the flame that creates all things flows continuously into its owner's body through a holy sword.

Flames emerged from Jiang Ning's body. This pure fire, the fire that created everything, enveloped him and burned him. His soul and body were burned together. At the same time, the fire flowed from Morgoth's body.

The evil and darkness below, along with the immortal fire, were continuously injected into Jiang Ning's body.

Jiang Ning wailed in pain, holding Kun Guhar's right hand tightly, as if it was stuck to the hilt of the sword, unable to break free, unable to get rid of it. His soul was undergoing wonderful changes, which he could not understand. At the same time, he knew clearly that

He felt that his ambition and desire were rapidly increasing with the burning of the flame. He longed for everything, and at the same time he longed for everything, anything beautiful and powerful, he wanted them all.

The originally noisy battlefield became extremely quiet.

Everyone looked at the place where the sword pierced the heart, and the tall figure surrounded by eternal flames. Morgoth's body had long since died, and his soul gathered into a ball emitting endless black light, floating in Jiangning.

Above his head, the endless stream of evil and darkness seemed to become purer and more powerful as Morgoth broke free from his bonds. His voice echoed directly in his heart and in his soul.

"Yininweil, the strongest elf in the world, accept my inheritance and accept all this. I will watch you trample Arda and Yiya under your feet, and let the flames of war fill the entire world! You will also inherit my legacy.

In my name, take over everything from me, kill Valinor, kill those mediocre Valar, kill those elves, and seize their immortal fire, and you will climb to the top with me and become a god!"

Morgoth's bewitching demonic voice echoed in his mind all the time. At the same time, scenes depicting the future were shown in his mind. Appearing in the paintings, he led countless evil armies to the Wei Dynasty.

Linnuo trampled Valar and Maia under his feet one by one. He took away the fire in their souls, and even ascended to the top of the gods in one fell swoop, killing Ilúvatar, the creator of the universe and heaven and earth.

These scenes and scenes were constantly tempting him...

As the eternal fire burned, his image also underwent a strong change. His long silver hair continued to emit soft and pure light, and his blue eyes turned golden in an instant, lingering around him.

An extremely holy aura. As holy as a god! Immediately afterwards, as the evil and darkness of Morgoth poured into his body, his external image and temperament changed again. His long silver hair

, becomes dark

Like ink, the golden eyes turned scarlet, like blood. The elegant and handsome silver-gray armor became sinister, with black and red intersecting. Everyone looked at all this blankly, especially Jiang Ning.

This was especially true for the Elves of Isweil brought with them. After a moment, as they shouted "King", the remaining thousands of cavalry began to rush over desperately. He wanted to rescue their king and get him out of Morgoth's clutches.

Corruption and depravity.

"Hahahahaha, this is the most perfect work, hahahaha..." The soul of Morgoth in the mid-air kept laughing wildly one after another. He looked at the transformation of the strongest elf below, and his heart was filled with incomparable joy.

Satisfied. This is the first time since he created countless evil creatures that he feels that his work is perfect. In comparison, half-orcs can be reduced to livestock that are worse than slaves. Even the Balrog and the evil dragon cannot compete with what is happening below.

The transformed elves want to rival.

The desperate attack of the Elves of Isweil was blocked by Sauron and the Balrog. How could they allow them to disturb their master's good deeds? Especially, it would be great to see the transformation and fall of one of the strongest elves in the world, which would give Valinor

A heavy blow, especially when the elves who formed the defense line saw it, what would they think?

The belief in their hearts, the strongest elf, has actually been corrupted and fallen, and will become the leader of the evil side that kills them. It is conceivable that no one, no country, no race in the entire West can hinder the advancement of their legions.

Sauron, who felt that his obstacles had been resolved, was naturally extremely concerned about the transformation of the strongest elf in the world.

Even if the existence of the other party may threaten his status, at this moment, Sauron can hardly feel a trace of jealousy in his heart. The same is true for him, Gothmog and Glaurung. The one who is transforming

The elf, but under their witness, killed the elf in the physical form of their master. After falling and transforming, and with the power instilled by Morgoth, he would inevitably become unrivaled by Morgoth.

The point!

Following behind the strong, how can the weak dare to have emotions?

"Hahahahaha..." Morgoth smiled proudly, his soul shape trembling in mid-air, and he clearly felt the transformation of the elves below and the power of his breath. This powerful feeling,

This is something he has never seen in his life, not even in his heyday

He also felt that this power was on par with him. Although he was surprised, Morgoth was more happy in his heart. He seemed to be able to clearly see that the land of Aman, the land of immortality, would fall in front of him, and everything would be with him.

The world will also fall into the flames of war.

At this moment, a sharp arrow shot out quickly, heading straight for Morgoth! The latter's soul felt the powerful power and holy breath of the arrow, and was trembling with fear, and immediately avoided the arrow.

The attack. And the departure of his soul also stopped the continuous transmission of power and the evil and darkness he was instilling.

Morgoth was extremely angry and watched as the most powerful general under his command was about to be born perfectly. However, unexpected variables appeared, interrupting everything. He thought that the general who might be extremely perfect would no longer be perfect.

.This made him extremely angry! The voice containing his anger was transmitted in all directions, so that everyone who heard the voice could clearly feel the anger in his heart! It was as if this fire could burn everything!

"Who is it?"

Morgoth's answer was the rapid sound of horse hooves and the barking of dogs. Morgoth's "eyes" followed the source of the sound. He saw a figure, a figure that made him extremely afraid. Green.

The cloak, brown hair, full beard and resolute face. As well as the horse with four hooves wrapped in gold under his crotch, and the bow and arrow in his hand!

"Oluomi!!!"

Villa Oromi came across the sea. He wanted to stop all this and prevent the transformation of depravity... because the Villas saw the world again!