What I saw in front of me was nothingness. In the darkness, there were no stars or moon. It seemed that darkness was the eternal theme.
Countless fallen angels were instantly transformed into demons, and various gods displayed their magical powers.
The lonely girl is covered with a veil, and there is chaotic nothingness behind the endless sky.
The chill is the reincarnation of fate, until a cold voice shouts: "Remember, my name is"
Before he could hear the name clearly, Qin Tian broke out in a cold sweat.
Open your eyes and you will see the burning of hellfire. Where there is hellfire, it is not necessarily hell. The palace of the necromancer is also illuminated by hellfire.
It was still lonely and cold. Qin Tian woke up from the nightmare. Perhaps because he experienced a life and death battle, he discovered that this impersonal place felt like home.
He vaguely remembered that he had sent the cute little girl out of the barrier, but Qin Tian had no idea why he was in the necromancer's underground laboratory at this moment.
A black light spot appeared in front of Qin Tian, instantly taking him to the hall he had been to countless times.
In the center of the hall, the silent Necromancer still sat, staring at Qin Tian with two bright fires in his eyes.
"Thank you, mentor, for your life-saving grace. I'm sorry that I didn't bring the statue of the demonized fallen angel to my mentor!" Thinking that he had scrapped so many of Douglas' magic weapons, but couldn't do anything, Qin Tian also felt ashamed. He vaguely
Presumably, it was his mentor who rescued him in the end, thinking that this seemingly cold-blooded mentor could still do that in such a dangerous situation. No matter how superb his strength was, Qin Tian was still very grateful to him.
"It doesn't matter. What everyone cherishes may not be precious to you. The main reason for letting you go out this time is to let you exercise." The undead mentor closed his eyes again. This time, he still peeked into the soul.
Nothing was found. Although he was also doubtful about the mysterious disappearance of the demonized fallen angel statue, after living for so many years, he himself had become very indifferent to the gains and losses in the world. It was rare to meet a disciple who liked him and was the only one.
Disciple, nothing is more important than this. Even the legendary statue of the demonized fallen angel that hides the ultimate secret is no exception.
Necromancers have always believed in the strong logic of strength, but necromancers believe more in the power they accumulate step by step, rather than in ways to quickly improve their abilities through some artifact or the like.
What is yours is eternal, this is one of Douglas's mottos.
"You are no longer the same as you were before. Look at your left hand!" The necromancer's tone suddenly became softer.
Qin Tian opened his left hand, and a ball of blood-red flames kept tumbling in his hand. It was like a beautiful rose, bright and vivid. Just a ball of fire burning in his hand, any normal person would feel
Very crazy.
Seeing such a strange scene, Qin Tian was shocked. "How could this happen?"
"You will know later." It seemed that the Necromancer did not intend to dwell on this issue, and said seriously: "Since you have become my disciple, it is necessary to learn to protect yourself. Although you cannot use any energy
, but now there is a way for you to try to have your own power. I wonder if you have the courage to try?"
After the necromancer finished speaking, he quietly waited for Qin Tian's answer.
"I agree." There was no hesitation. Qin Tian, who had witnessed the duel between strong men, agreed without hesitation. However, he was still very doubtful about whether the Necromancer could give him power. He thought that with the ability of the old Eastern Taoist priest,
There is no way to change his own power attributes. Can this Western necromancer, who seems to have only a skeleton, really be able to do it?
But what the Necromancer said next completely made Qin Tian confident in him, because the Necromancer only said two words.
"create!"
Creation! Just like a stone that stirs up a thousand waves, the Necromancer, who is always famous for destruction and killing, can actually create like God. This in itself is incredible. According to rumors, only gods can create, but they are relatively weak.
Creatures created by gods cannot last forever, they can only exist.
There is no trace of me in the sky, but I have flown through. A poet once described those short-lived created creatures in this way.
According to legend, human beings and the entire world were only created by powerful beings, so in the east there was Pangu who created the sky, and Nuwa created humans, and in the west there was God who created the world, and Adam and Eve reproduced their descendants.
Eastern Taoism comes from the Three Pure Ones, while Western magic comes from the gods. According to the rules of these creators, users can learn to imitate this power through some means.
It’s just that no matter how advanced an imitation is, it is still an imitation and cannot be a substitute. No matter how powerful the necromancer is, he must abide by the rules set by the god of death, the person who specifies the rules of the necromancer.
It's just that now a necromancer who pursues eternity actually wants to create and break the realm of the gods. Qin Tian can't help but regret agreeing too quickly.
But after all, he is trying to gain power for me, Qin Tian thought, with a certain desire in his heart also looking forward to what kind of power the Necromancer can help him create.
Only today did Qin Tian know that this huge laboratory itself was a giant magic array. Seeing the magic around him spinning rapidly, Qin Tian instantly became the center of the array. Above his head, a ball of black energy appeared.
Wrapping the Necromancer, activating various magic circles.
Qin Tian's mind was still filled with the Necromancer's instructions.
"Because my abilities are limited, you must learn to summon yourself. At the moment you summon, I will reshape your summoned object according to your imagination. Although this is very similar to transformation, it is not transformation. It just requires you to
Use the power from other worlds to supplement my creation."
He didn't quite understand what the Necromancer said, but Qin Tian still carefully drew the summoning magic circle. After all, he couldn't rely entirely on others. Sometimes he had to do what he could on his own. Drawing the summoning magic circle was still a big deal for Qin Tian.
What a difficult thing.
Of course, you must be absolutely careful, because if you draw a wrong symbol, the effect of the entire magic circle will be completely different, and maybe the summoned magic circle will immediately become devouring.
In order to enhance the effect, at the suggestion of the necromancer, Qin Tian used the mysterious flame on his left hand for the first time to paint. The effect was surprisingly good, as if the magic circle came alive. Especially the fluctuation of magic power contained in the flame, completely
It makes up for Qin Tian's lack of magic power and greatly increases the possibility of successfully summoning the magic circle.
After doing all this, he pricked his finger with a dagger, and a drop of blood dripped into the center of the magic circle. The exciting moment finally arrived.
The undead breath collected by the necromancer's magic circle poured crazily into the summoning array. Qin Tian felt that his power was constantly passing away, and even the burning flame on his left hand became smaller and smaller.
, there is a possibility of gradually extinguishing. A trace of the strong man's aura was also forcibly released at this time, and was immediately absorbed by the summoning array. Suddenly, various colors of light appeared inside the summoning array, and Qin Tian's forehead was exposed.
Big beads of sweat.
Although he had long heard that the summoning array required a lot of power, Qin Tian never imagined that the summoning array was like a bottomless black hole. Behind Qin Tian's sight, a demonized fallen angel vaguely emerged.
Unknown to others, the statues of the other forty-eight fallen angels also resonated with power that ordinary people and even gods could not perceive.
This power first gathered inside the summoning array. When the summoning array flashed with various lights, Qin Tian knew that it was time to dream about his own summoned beast. Originally, the summoned beast that Qin Tian thought of should have the characteristics of a Western dragon.
The eyes, the body of an Eastern dragon, covered with skin that is stronger than the artifact, the claws are that of a unicorn, the tail is that of a phoenix, and there is a big dragon horn in the middle of the dragon horn... In short, it should be the strongest creature of all kinds.
of gathering.
But when Qin Tian was meditating, his mind unconsciously thought of the seemingly lonely figure in the ice and snow, the graceful body looming under the black mist, and the face under the veil, which seemed to be full of mysterious temptation.
Just one look is eternity.
"It's done." The Necromancer's cry called Qin Tian back to reality. All kinds of lights began to dim. The flame burning in Qin Tian's hand disappeared without knowing when, and the magic shock of the summoning array began to disappear.
But the Necromancer and Qin Tian were dumbfounded at the same time.
After consuming the auras of countless powerful men, thousands of years of death energy accumulated in the Necromancer's laboratory, and various other elements, and finally adding the blending process personally participated by the Necromancer, the creature finally summoned and created turned out to be a black mist.
.
According to the theory of summoning, how powerful the summoned creature is, in addition to being affected by probability, is also directly proportional to the strength of the owner.
Looking at the faint mist in front of him, Qin Tian had to admit that his strength was indeed very poor.
What is this? Am I really that bad? Qin Tian felt that he had suffered the first major blow in his life.
The necromancer didn't understand how such a result could occur. It seemed that his spells were still not perfect. He sighed in his heart and spoke.
"My disciple, there is no need to be depressed. What God has given you will be useful later." The necromancer said, perhaps because he was downplaying success or failure, as if to comfort his only disciple.
"I'm sorry for causing trouble to the tutor." Although Qin Tian was very thick-skinned, the successive blows made him feel uncomfortable. People are creatures with self-respect, and Qin Tian was no exception. Even if he summoned an ordinary skeleton, Qin Tian
Tian also felt that it was acceptable. But facing this indefinable ghost, Qin Tian really didn't know what to say.
"My disciple, my teacher didn't see it clearly just now. Now I remember that this summoned beast is a bit similar to the charm type Wu Mei. Although it is a spiritual type creature, it is still very effective in actual combat. And the spiritual type
Most of the creatures have growth capabilities and will become stronger as the master's strength increases! Although he is only a very weak existence in front of him, in the near future, perhaps he can become the most powerful existence." The Necromancer continued.
He said, but in his heart he felt a blushing emotion for lying that he hadn't felt in a long time. The spiritual system has a fart growth ability, and the existence of creatures like Wu Mei still needs to be verified.
But a few words made Qin Tian regain his confidence. After all, it is already a very remarkable thing that a person without any magic power can summon spiritual undead creatures. Although the tutor's help is great, various auxiliary work is also very important.
.What’s more, this undead creature also has very rare growth attributes.
Qin Tian subconsciously planned to communicate with this summoned beast, but there seemed to be some obstruction around the summoned beast that prevented Qin Tian from communicating with him. However, this further intensified Qin Tian's trust in the words of the necromancer. After all, only high-level ones
Only summoned beasts have the right to refuse their master's orders. This summoned beast can actually cut off its own connection, which shows how high its level is.
After carefully observing this faint black shadow, Qin Tian found that the figure of this summoned beast vaguely resembled that of a woman. Although it was only a faint outline, it was enough to make Qin Tian happy.
After studying the black shadow for most of the day, Qin Tian decided to let her go back. However, no matter how hard Qin Tian tried, the summoned beast refused to return to the other world.
Could it be that this summoned beast is an idiot? Qin Tian thought this way, but felt a pain in his spirit. It seemed that the other party was protesting that he insulted him, but when Qin Tian wanted to communicate with it again, there was still no response.
Only then did Qin Tian remember that the first step for each summoned beast to be summoned was to give it a name. Only summoned beasts with names are truly summoned beasts in the strict sense.
"What should I call you?" Qin Tian has no experience at all in naming him. His own name is because the first character in "The Thousand Character Classic" is "天", so the old Taoist priest named him like this.
Although the Necromancer kindly sponsored several common undead pet names, Qin Tian gave up the idea as soon as he heard the cold and evil name. After all, no one wants to go out with a label saying I am a bad guy.
"Forget it, the name is just a symbol, I will call you cc from now on."
As if he was still satisfied with this name, the figure of the summoned beast began to fade and then disappeared from Qin Tian's sight.
It's just that someone immediately made an opinion.
"It seems I haven't asked you to go back yet!"
The first time he encountered such a willful summoned beast, Qin Tian didn't know what to do, but he was confused about who was whose master.
