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Chapter 742: Star Mage Constance Laurenzril!

"The white tiger has a clear golden air in autumn, and the sky is sparse and the falling clouds are ferocious."

This seemingly decadent and lazy middle-aged man was drunk and singing wildly,

"At this time, it's time to kill!!!"

at this moment,

Su Yiming seemed to burn all the power hidden in his body, bursting out with unprecedented strength.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura that could not be ignored.

Even the short knife in his hand shone with an ominous light in the darkness, as if it contained the power of destruction and death.

And in this fearful moment,

He didn't hesitate at all,

Instead, he jumped forward and rushed toward the abyssal fissure that stretched across the first island chain in the Pacific and was filled with countless dark pollutions!

In that huge and deep crack, there seemed to be countless invisible things like high-level abyssal life forms hidden.

Their extended tentacles will corrupt everything,

Bringing endless pollution disasters.

However,

Just when this crisis is about to break out,

The black short knife in the man's hand suddenly swung out.

That is a short sword impregnated with [Destruction Factor: Pure Death]!

Just a knife,

Then all the strange surging lives were turned into pure gray silhouettes of time!

Those lives were not killed, but their existence itself was completely erased under this knife.

It’s as if they have never appeared in the world!

This knife not only showed the man's hidden power, but also revealed his deep understanding and mastery of destruction and death.

At this very moment,

He is no longer the decadent and lazy middle-aged man.

Rather, it was the God of Death who once fought in the Black Sea War.

That's right.

Compared to the God of Death in [Ascension Lineage: Revelation].

Po Jun, Seven Kills, Greedy Wolf,

[Genealogy of Destruction: White Tiger—Death] is actually not inferior at all.

Su Yiming seemed to be transformed into an unstoppable force at this moment.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to trample invisible obstacles.

Crush all the abyssal forces that try to stop him one by one.

Even his eyes began to become sharper, and even in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he could clearly capture every slight movement in front of him.

The black short knife in Su Yiming's hand kept swinging as he shuttled,

Each slash was accompanied by a sharp blade light, cutting the surrounding dark field into pieces.

"Is the source of fission there?"

The middle-aged man's gaze seemed to penetrate the darkness,

It instantly locked onto the center of the pure black crack at the junction of the sea and the sky.

There,

It is the darkest and most terrifying place in the entire first island chain in the Pacific. It is also the place where the real world and the abyss, the psychic tide and the pollution of the abyss collide most intensely.

Because of his proximity,

The pure black crack began to squirm violently, as if it felt threatened by him and wanted to swallow him inside.

And as he gradually moved toward the point where the space was most severely torn, purple thunder even gradually emerged around him.

Those thunderbolts began to create deep blood marks on his body.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man's physical strength and will reached their limits.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and each swing of the knife was accompanied by heavy breathing.

However,

In the deepest part of this dark field,

That super-fifth-level abyss life that was as huge as a floating body in the astral realm finally slowly emerged!

This life form is as huge as a planet, and its existence itself exudes a destructive aura.

There are countless twisted transparent moves floating around,

When its countless abyss-like eyes stared at the middle-aged man, even Su Yiming felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and despair.

"cut,

Is that all there is?”

The middle-aged man murmured to himself,

His voice was already very weak, but it still revealed endless disdain,

"Pity,

I didn’t go back to Binhai City during the Spring Festival this time. I’m a derelict father.”

He suddenly lit up a cigarette and hung it from his lips,

Simply wrap a strip of clothes tightly around the wounds on your body that have gradually collapsed and even become uncontrollable.

Subsequently,

One-hand knife!

Pointing at the frightened monster like a god,

"bring it on,

Let me try to see how strong you are!"

But his willpower was obviously almost unbearable,

Just when the middle-aged man was about to die due to excessive mental pollution, an old man wearing a gray robe who looked like a great magician suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old man stroked his white beard with a smile on his face. His eyes shone with wisdom, as if he had everything under control.

"Ho ho ho,

It is truly worthy of being called [Until the End of Death - Su Yiming], the third level peak has such fighting power.

But let you, the younger generation, suffer here,

I will feel sorry for you, old man."

The old man's words contained a bit of ridicule and appreciation, and at the same time, he also revealed his concern and recognition for the middle-aged man.

As his voice fell,

A huge space door slowly opened in front of him.

This door exudes a mysterious light, as if it is connected to another unknown world.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't expect that someone would come to help at this critical moment.

But he also knew clearly,

The appearance of this gray-robed old man undoubtedly brought him new hope and a turning point.

"Senior, you..."

The middle-aged man was about to ask, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Stop talking and go in quickly.

I will take care of the rest for you."

The old man waved his hand and threw Su Yiming directly into the door as if using his psychic hand.

And Su Yiming didn't say anything more this time,

The moment he fell into the door, he looked deeply at the old man:

"You really helped me a lot this time,

The third ranked astral archmage,

Lawrence Riel Academy—Dean Constance!”

Also accompanied by the closing of the door to space,

The old man with a long white beard held the huge staff in his hand tightly, and his eyes began to become deep and solemn.

The old man spoke slowly, with an ancient and mysterious rhythm in his voice:

"The sad news of Silk Screen Strafa,

The squirming third Lord of the Abyss under Beelzebub,

Prohibition Three...

Aren’t you afraid of death?”

This sentence seems like a mantra,

It also seems to be a call or warning to some unknown existence,

"What exactly did Blood Moon trade with the zero-sum game to get the Lord of the Void Worms to invade?"

The old man's words deeply revealed his shock at the current situation. But he obviously didn't care, and instead said extremely calmly:

"But this is the real world,

You've crossed a line!"

As the old man finished his long words, the huge staff in his hand began to emit a dazzling light.

In an instant,

Countless huge, complex and even extraordinary composite magic arrays suddenly emerged layer upon layer in the void!

These magic circles exude a mysterious and powerful aura, and they seem to replace the background of the abyss itself, annihilating everything around them like a super-dimensional layer filter.

This is:

[Fifth-level high-level super-dimensional magic - Silent Realm]


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