Chapter 2065: Leaves fall in the storm, flowers dance and weep ghosts and gods
"That's right. After all, I am more accustomed to practicing in the real world than being in an illusion."
"Then the next question is how should I choose the direction of cultivation and make up for my current shortcomings as much as possible."
Compared with Boom's concentration during the practice, Christine seems a bit lazy. However, this is her most accustomed way of practice, and its efficiency is no less than that of any magician.
The so-called old-school magician is purely a conceptual interpretation. Ever since she left the Whispering Forest, Christine has become more and more "unbridled", at least her method of practice is unique before.
You must know that all peak experts will work hard to cater to their own spiritual space, hoping to learn more of their own magic. After all, there are only a few people who have the courage to create their own cultivation place, even among peak experts.
Personally. From this aspect, Boom seems to be more conservative.
But Christine did the opposite, destroying the consciousness space on her own, and had no intention of creating her own place of cultivation.
In fact, she did not do this on a whim. As early as two hundred years ago, she learned about some scenes beyond the peak from an ancient book.
Legend has it that no matter whether you set foot in the space of spiritual consciousness or establish a space more suitable for your own cultivation, it is actually impossible for the body to truly step beyond the peak.
That is a conjecture. Only when everything returns to the present world again can we touch the scene beyond the peak. Therefore, Christine simply skips those two steps and chooses to simply practice in the present world.
However, at her current level, she can only drive the power of dark psychic energy to spread to every corner of the fourth level of the dark forest in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis. She cannot control it freely at all.
It is impossible to transform the power of dark psychic energy, let alone the dark elemental elves who actively sacrifice themselves for protection.
As for this matter, Christine never mentioned it to Boom. After all, even she herself felt confused. How could she try to deceive her lover?
When she thought about it, if she really succeeded one day in the future, she might be able to teach Boom everything, and save him from making any further detours. In other words, Boom followed the most orthodox magician training method, even if he could never get out of it.
Beyond the peak, there is no danger at all.
"Although I am a person who advocates elegance, when it comes to magic, it is better to be as low-key as possible."
"Practicality is the most important thing. After all, a powerful barbarian is called a hero, and a weak barbarian is called a clown."
Christine said this, and then sighed softly. She indeed prefers flashy moves, but most of those moves are weak in power, and their appreciation is far more than their practicality.
As a top expert who has experienced hundreds of battles, Christine will naturally not joke about this kind of thing. Therefore, she decided to lower her aesthetic standards as much as possible. The power of spells is the most important thing to consider, and
It is not the posture it presents.
"The Lord of the Snails, the Giant Devouring Worm, the Roaring Black Goat Cub, the Guard Hound of the Soul Temple, in my name, Unstable Summons!"
"This is the signature spell of dark magicians, but its power varies from person to person, or it completely depends on the strength of the summoned psychic creature."
Christine stared at the door to purgatory, then shifted her gaze to a palm-sized psychic creature that looked like a salamander.
But having said that, Christine is now 90% sure of summoning the psychic creature she wants to appear. To be more precise, the strength of the summoned psychic creature is equal to the psychic power it consumes.
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"The creation of the evil god, the evil spirit transformed, the fallen angel collapsed and condensed, the fragments of the purgatory lord's scales, in my name, the devil's skin!"
"Except for the shadow technique, this is my only defensive move. But this is enough. After all, if the enemy can get close to me, it means that the gap in strength between them is too great. No matter how many defensive spells are used,
To no avail."
The black robe was quickly replaced by fine black scales. The curled horns on the top of the head continued to absorb the dark psychic power in the space, and the tail as thin as a whip slowly swung.
Christine rarely uses this spell. After all, based on her proficiency in shadowing, it is estimated that only ancient beasts can threaten her.
"The moon beast sleeps soundly, the night demon sleeps, the son of void and chaos, the human-faced rat and the snake-headed jackal are companions, in my name, the spirit will be decomposed!"
"Although this spell is not very powerful, it is superior in that it is extremely fast in casting, and it can kill people invisible without giving the opponent a chance to react."
I saw Christine waving her hand, and the psychic creature originally created by the unstable summons died instantly, like a body that had lost its soul.
She thinks highly of this spell because it can perfectly make up for her inability to ignore chanting. But as she said, the destructive power of this spell is not enough to threaten the strongest.
"The bulging blood veins of the body are looming, struggling, madness, the death knell is buzzing in the chest, the end of the nightmare maze, in my name, corpse explosion!"
"A wide range of damaging spells. It is precisely because of this that dark magicians are called 'battlefield meat grinders'. After all, there is no shortage of corpses on the battlefield."
Christine pointed her finger in the air, and the body of the psychic creature exploded, and the dark psychic power spread out, creating a storm.
But she has long been tired of fighting and killing. In other words, the only reason for her to take action now is because of some guys who want to harm her companions, but she has no intention of setting foot on any battlefield again.
"The origin of magic wandering in another dimension, the purple phantom wandering in the abyss of despair, come, the sleeping elf of darkness!"
"Little guy, when can you open your mouth to communicate with me? I must wait until that day and I will really be beyond my peak."
A palm-sized dark elemental elf appeared out of thin air, and the little guy looked at Christine curiously, as if he didn't quite understand what danger she was in.
After repeated confirmations, the little guy started playing on his own in the dark forest on the fourth floor of the necropolis, Philecht Nalantis, and no longer paid attention to what Christine was doing.
"Toads are wandering outside the gray garden, and vipers are staring at the cold moonlight. It is dead and quiet. The candlelight in the distance guides the direction. The bright moon and stars are invisible. Sleep forever, the corridor of the souls!"
"This is the first self-created spell I have learned. It is terrifyingly powerful, but the casting speed is extremely slow. If it must be classified, it should be regarded as a large-scale spell, and it is more suitable for
Trap the enemy, not kill it."
A corridor exuding a terrifying aura led straight to the sky. Christine rarely raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was very satisfied with her first self-created spell.
But to be fair, she is also well aware of the shortcomings of this spell. One is that the casting speed is too slow, and the other is that it uses more to confuse the enemy's mind rather than a straightforward attack method.
"To put it bluntly, what I lack now is a powerful enough single-target attack spell."
"After all, with the space magician Boom, Ben and I don't have to worry about the lack of large-scale attack methods. It seems that I am still too conservative in this regard."
After Christine cast the spells she now controlled in turn, she finally came to this conclusion. Then the power of dark psychic energy was "kneaded into a ball", a "ball" with a diameter of more than ten meters. p>
However, Christine was not satisfied with this. Even though the surface of the "ball" began to have a faint spatial distortion, it was constantly exuding a breathtaking aura.