The last ray of night faded, and a new day ushered in Liuguang City. The soup house opened on time, but the flower pavilion still kept strangers away.
"You eight, from today onwards, you don't have to come to the soup house for rotation. You all stand outside the flower pavilion and kill anyone who dares to peek!"
"I'm not joking this time. If anyone disturbs the flower pavilion, they will be killed at least, or become the experimental material of that stinky girl Gloria!"
"Don't ask why, I won't be able to answer if I ask others. It can take as little as ten days or as long as half a year. You all just think it's hard work!"
This morning, Rikka said to the "Eight Blades of Flowing Light" in a serious manner, just like Yanran the proprietress of the soup house. However, the eight peak experts had already sensed a certain surging dark spiritual energy fluctuation last night.
Naturally, I thought that Christine seemed to be showing signs of another breakthrough.
As for Christine's usual indifferent attitude, there is nothing to hinder everyone. On the contrary, Christine is essentially one of the immediate combat powers of Flowing Light City. If she can become more powerful, it is natural for Flowing Light City to
Fortunately.
It was still a peaceful time outside the flower pavilion, and the rest of the companions in the Huating were still having breakfast, with no intention of going near a certain three-story building.
But in that three-story building, Christine simply squeezed out ten poison beads at this time, and then a mysterious tunnel reappeared out of thin air, and the dark energy fluctuations it emitted instantly exceeded two levels.
Layer of psychic energy barrier.
"It seems that Teacher Christine is really going to take it seriously this time. I don't know what spells I will be able to master in the end. Let alone being above the peak, I can just destroy it." Seeing this, Boom sighed and muttered. Then a petal magic pattern formed in the sky above the flower pavilion, and a spiritual barrier was cast on it.
"Although I admire your achievements, Lord Boom, I still believe even more that Sister Christine will get what she wants in the end."
Hastur said after hearing the words, but if such words were passed into the ears of other magicians, they would probably feel resentful.
"You can't say that. Both Lord Boom and Lord Christine are the pinnacle experts who should be recorded in history. One is the only space magician in the world, and the other is
There is simply no comparison between those who are extremely talented in driving dark psychic powers."
"You can put anything into your mouth, but you can't speak arrogant words! At least in my mind, there is no doubt about Lady Christine's strength, and Lord Boom's strength is even more impressive!"
The female worm Alberto was stunned when he heard this, and then hurriedly explained. He thought it was best for Hastur to keep his mouth shut, so as not to offend any of his companions inexplicably.
Moreover, no one can question Boom. Let’s not talk about the identity of the “guide”. You must know that there are Rikka and Gloria standing next to him. And whether it is Rikka or Gloria,
But they can all wipe out the so-called "Lords of All Spirits" with a wave of their hands, the mortal pythons Jörmungandr and Hela.
The companions here are still chatting, but in the three-story building not far away, Christine has no mood swings from beginning to end. After all, the mysterious corridor has appeared countless times, and
Every time Christine chose to ignore it for various reasons.
That's not because she lacks ability, on the contrary, it's because she has already cultivated to a higher level that she can control those visions. Now, she has finally completely eliminated external interference, and that's why she allows that mysterious tunnel to do whatever she wants.
.
The fingernails scratched across the palm of the hand, and the blood instantly dyed the Wand of Annihilation red. All the dark psychic power in the body was released, and more than twenty dragon crystals turned into powder.
In fact, Christine had already thought about how to improve herself further. Therefore, compared to Boom's previous behavior that looked like a headless fly, Christine seemed to be able to do it with ease. At least she finally realized that it was nothing to create her own spell.
So surprising.
Therefore, what Christine is currently pursuing is naturally the presentation method of her first self-created spell, or how destructive it can be.
But everything still belongs to this mysterious corridor. That's why Christine will use the blood as a guide to activate the dark psychic power in her body, just to get a glimpse of the scenery at the end of the corridor. p>
As time passed, the psychic barrier surrounding the three-story building shattered again and again, and condensed into shape again and again. Boom was amazed to see this, after all, this is how a good magician should behave.
But it’s not like I rely on my companions to protect me.
I don’t know since when, Boom became the only person guarding the three-story building at close range. However, his companions had no objections to this. On the contrary, they were happy for the two great magisters to learn from each other.
Croak! Croak! Croak! Looking back inside the three-story building, the sound of frogs suddenly croaked. I saw that the mysterious corridor became clearer and clearer, and countless light spots lit up in the darkness, and each one was covered with
Slimy toads gathered on both sides of the corridor.
Although they are all illusions condensed by the power of dark psychic energy, in terms of appearance alone, they are lifelike to the extreme.
And with each chorus, Christine's soul trembled slightly. The dark psychic power was released uncontrollably, and even the life force showed signs of rapid consumption.
This mysterious corridor is no longer just a mysterious so-called outline. The stone benches are square and square, and square stone pillars still stand on both sides of the corridor.
However, outside this corridor, the surrounding space is still chaotic. It is a power that Christine cannot control at present, and it is exactly the same as the worldly pythons Jörmungandr and Hela.
The power of chaos is some kind of weird existence that mixes all spiritual elements, and it is the final destination of magicians. And Christine is worthy of being the daughter of heaven, and she has touched this power like this.
Although she is still unable to control it with her current strength, I believe that one day in the future, the "Devil's Daughter" will be completely awakened, and the power of dark psychic energy will be transformed into another form.
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"Is this the threshold that stops me? But no matter what, I still have to condense into the most perfect appearance. Otherwise, even if I can get what I want, I will not live up to the name of elegance of the elves."
Christine's voice rang out from one end of the corridor. At this critical juncture, she gave priority to using the power of dark psychic energy to condense her truest appearance, instead of blindly pursuing and understanding some self-created appearance.
Spell.
The gold-patterned petals on the black robe are shimmering, the Wand of Annihilation is floating on the left, and the Urn of Pregnancy is floating on the right. This is the first time Christine has truly stepped into the corridor, or the first time she has
Thoughts of peeking into the end.
However, the sound of frogs croaking on both sides of the corridor has always been heard, and Christine's heartbeat has long been disordered, and her life force is constantly being lost.
"It's really ridiculous. Since this is my journey to advance, why do you reject me as the master so much?"
"But since I have chosen to practice hard behind closed doors, it would be a shame if I achieve nothing. Either surrender to me, or I will perish. There is no third option."
After Kristine said that, she slowly stepped into the corridor. However, this was not a big gamble, but she had enough confidence that she could control this mysterious corridor.
As a result, the sound of the frogs' crowing once again increased in tone. The power of dark psychic energy was unable to make ends meet, and the power of life dissipated rapidly like a flood.
But Christine always had that neutral expression, and every step she took was extremely determined. It was as if the frogs croaking from both sides could not disturb her at all, or maybe
She said that she didn't care at all how much she had to pay, just to be able to comprehend the first self-created spell.