Overlord Wizard

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　　 Several withered men came out, carrying a wooden box in their hands, and threw them at Li Luo.

　　 The wooden box opened, it was a **** arm.

　　 Feeling the familiar breath of blood on his arm, Li Luo's pupils shrank.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie." The leader was a two-meter-tall, withered man who walked over with a strange smile and said: "Before, your son still wanted to save Wu Xueer. Li Laffi was very compassionate, leaving only This arm. Li Luo, if you are willing to..."

　　 The withered man hadn't finished speaking, the black light in Li Luo's hand suddenly brightened, and a jet black ray shot out, passing through him instantly.

　　 "You!" The withered man wanted to say something, but he froze there soon, and then he fell to the ground.

　　 "Li Luo! Do you dare to do it, don't you care about your son's life?!" Several withered men changed their faces and shouted angrily.

　　 Li Luo raised his head slightly, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "Die."

　　 At this moment, several black rays instantly enveloped several people.

　　 Soon, a few more corpses appeared on the ground. Li Luo grabbed the heads of several people and read the remaining memories. After a while, he burned several corpses to ashes with a gloomy expression and left here directly.

Three years later.

　　 On the shore of a deserted island, Li Luo stood here, sighing slightly.

　　 sent all the newly cultivated Reiki fry into the sea, and he flew up and flew towards the mainland.

　　 Three months later.

　　 The capital of the Barulun Empire, here has become a holy place for god-blood people to worship. Powerful god-blood people come here for blood baptism every year. Although there are rumors about the gods raising human beings in captivity, most of the gods blood came here in the face of powerful forces. Some of them are to continue their lives, and some are to become stronger.

　　 But there are no exceptions. Seventy percent of them will die in the first round of baptism.

　　 Li Luo came here for the purpose of obtaining a holy grail. This holy grail is a sacred instrument for communicating with the **** king. With it, he has the opportunity to make a deal with the **** king.

　　 Looking at the announcement of the capital, he also understood the key to obtaining the Holy Grail.

　　 If you want to get the Holy Grail, you must be baptized with God's blood. Although Li Luo was born with God's blood, he belonged to him, and he wouldn't be recognized by the Holy Grail without even thinking about it. So the problem is, in order to plan to succeed, he needs someone to help.

　　Walking on the street, Li Luo, who had turned into a man with a national character face, scanned the surroundings, and finally fixed his gaze on a fourteen or five-year-old beggar.

　　 In front of the little beggar, a tall man stood here.

　　 "Yomi! Why do you have so little money this month?" The tall man looked at the little beggar with a ugly expression, and lifted him up.

　　 Although the little beggar was threatened, but his face was firm, he didn't say much, so he was picked up by the tall man.

　　 "Little bastard! Are you looking for death, right?" The tall man slapped and called out, and the blood splashed instantly.

　　 The little beggar's nose was bleeding, and he shrugged his head feebly, still looking silent.

　　 beat the little beggar for a while, the tall man spit out, then counted a handful of copper coins in his hand and left.

　　 The little beggar touched his bleeding nose, sat there, glanced in his arms, and sat on the ground again, sitting in front of a beggar.

　　 slowly walked over, Li Luo took out a copper coin and fell into the beggar's bowl.

　　 "Thank you, sir. May good luck be with you forever."

　　 The little beggar stood up respectfully and bowed to Li Luo.

　　 Li Luo nodded, put his hand into the arms of the little beggar, who looked angry, and then ran out in one direction.

That night.

　　 At the end of the street where the little beggar was, Li Luo stood here.

　　 At midnight, a short figure in a black robe ran from a distance.

　　 "Sir, did you release a spell on me? You can speak directly in my mind." The little beggar stood there and asked with a sullen expression.

　　 "My name is Yomi."

　　 Li Luo nodded and said, "I'll buy a house with your money."

　　 "Yes, sir. For the rest of the money, I also went through the civilian certification procedures." Yomi said with a look of excitement, looking at Li Luo: "Are you a wizard?"

　　 Li Luo raised his brows and asked, "Why do you ask?"

　　Yomi swallowed and vomited, and organized the language, saying: "Since the empire established religion, it has rounded up wizards on a large scale. If you are, please be careful."

　　 Li Luo hesitated after hearing this, and asked: "Are you interested in the power of wizards?"

　　 "Of course! That is a greater power than the knight's fighting spirit in the legend!" Yomi said without even thinking about it.

　　 Li Luo looked at Yomi and looked a little hesitant, but then took a deep breath and said, "Do you want to absorb the blood of God and practice witchcraft at the same time?"

"miss you!"

　　Yomi nodded heavily.

　　 "Let's go."

one year later.

　　 A bluestone house covering an area of ​​100 meters, Yomi slowly walked out of it.

　　 Li Luo looked at Yomi, his face slightly moved.

　　 During this period of time, Yomi not only perfectly integrated the blood of the gods, but also raised the blood of the gods to the fifth level under the mental method of forging the body of the blood. From another point of view, he is already considered to be a person of **** blood who has experienced five baptisms.

　　 In order to ensure that Yomi wins, Li Luo directly enters the imperial beast bag.

　　 One month later.

　　The Holy Land of Blood Baptism.

　　 Kasar the Great is in the palace, standing next to the altar.

　　 Around him, is a group of warriors wearing golden armor, a breath of divine blood spreading around them.

　　 Soon, a group of figures entered the palace one after another.

　　 "Hey, have you heard that? This is a place to eliminate the weak. The strong must be baptized five times at a time to get a chance to communicate with the king."

　　 "Huh. I don't have the life to communicate with the king, baptize three times, at most three times, I will leave!"

　　 "Yes, the lowest is three times anyway. We will leave after three times. Don't become someone else's wedding gown with the blood of God!"

　　 A few men with purple-red lines all over stood here, discussing in a low voice, looking nervously at Kassar in the distance.

　　 "Then. The baptism begins!"

　　Kaza stood in front of the altar, holding the Holy Grail, and chanting an unknown spell in his mouth.

　　 Soon the golden light on the altar became brighter and brighter. Soon, someone bulged into a ball, flew to the altar, and burst open. The purple-golden flesh and blood slowly squirmed, condensed on the altar, began to shrink, and finally turned into drops of purple-golden blood.

A gleam of light began to slowly light up ~www.readwn.com~ and then the altar exudes wisps of golden light, wisps of brilliance gathered, sweeping over the people around the baptism, another group of people burst into a pile of flesh and blood, melted into A drop of purple golden blood.

　　 So, after three times.

　　 The blood on the altar quickly evaporates, and the altar shines with golden light, shining on every person with the blood. Suddenly, the auras of the surrounding gods and blood began to rise steadily, all breaking through to the realm of the third-order powerhouse.

　　 The remaining divine blood squirmed slightly, and Kasar placed the Holy Grail on the side of the altar. The blood fell into the Holy Grail as if being drawn by some force.

　　 "God's blood is here. If you can accept the baptism below, I will give it to him! Gain unlimited potential!"

Every word of 　　 Kasar, as if rich in magic, fell in the ears of everyone, making them hesitate when they had made up their minds to leave.

　　 Everyone struggled, and quickly walked towards the altar with a purple-gold rune gleaming between their eyebrows.

　　 "That's right." Cass raised his head slightly, and there seemed to be great greed in his eyes.

　　嘭!

　　嘭!

　　嘭!

　　 The closer to the altar, the more swollen the surrounding gods, and eventually burst like balloons. Under the purple golden light, the flesh and blood fell into the Holy Grail as drops of divine blood.

　　 At the end, only Yomi stood in front of the altar.

　　Kaza looked at Yomi frantically, and pulled out the long sword in his hand.

　　 And just at this moment, Yomi's eyes suddenly condensed, and a **** dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed Kasar's long sword without dodge!