Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

Looking at the ground the two of them had done just now, deep-rooted resentment erupted in their eyes.

Peng! !

Peng! ! !

Two extremely terrifying magic shocks hit the ground in an instant.

He seemed to regard the ground as the two, and frantically vented his anger on the ground.

"A wolf-hearted guy!!"

"If it wasn't for me back then, none of you would survive!!",

"very good!!"

"You forced me~"

Between the words of Yemeng, the initial madness gradually calmed down.

In the end, it became as deep as the Dead Sea.

He looked in the direction of Tokyo, as if he was hunting some prey.

...............

Inside Suicide Canyon.

In front of the log cabin where Yada once lived.

A young monk dressed in white walked slowly to the wooden table.

Looking at the teacup on the table, he smiled a little.

With the smile that appeared on his face, it seemed that even this terrifying and treacherous space became a little brighter.

Around the monk's neck hangs a pale bead.

The bead looked very sad, as if it had gone through countless years.

He sat at the wooden table.

Pick up the teacup.

Whoa, whoa! !

The teacup in his hand made a few sounds, and in the void, a cup of clear tea slowly flowed out.

"Lie, your tea art still hasn't made any progress~"

The monk looked at the empty stool opposite him, as if he saw a lie in black, with a look of reminiscence in his tone.

"Yada, I've said it a lot, it's better to block, it's better to block, one resists his own ability, in the end, only Guixu is waiting for you."

"But fortunately, I can feel that your rules still exist completely."

"It should be controlled by Longyi of the Chanyuan like the fate."

The monk folded his hands and muttered to himself.

between speeches.

The voice carries unspeakable rules.

Let everything around you start to appear a bit of a sense of confusion.

"¨々Don't worry~"

"You're always in such a hurry to get everything done."

"Hundreds of years later, it may not be me who is standing in the same place and laughing~"

The monk looked at the void, as if to cut off the countless time, and he was talking with a certain old friend in the past.

vaguely in between.

A chaotic flow of mirror-like space appeared in front of his eyes.

Although you can't see the whole picture of the other party.

But behind the figure was an incomparably huge red wine jug with a big, sinister mouth on the jug.

He seemed to be saying something.

But the sound could not come out.

"You imagine that the curse spirit is like this, stubborn and ineffective, claiming to be a god, but what's the use~"

"In front of that one, you can only bow your heads and serve as ministers."

The monk seemed tired of seeing the existence in the mirror.

With a random wave of his hand, everything is wiped away.

　(Li De's) return to nothingness.

He drank the clean tea that had flown back from the past in one gulp.

Then there was a hint of reminiscence.

Whoa! ! !

A black breath suddenly appeared from under his feet.

As if guided by some kind of force.

His body gradually disappeared in the black mist.

next moment.

Appeared in the boundless darkness in the deepest canyon.

Above countless desolate bones.He stood beside the huge coffin.

The sympathetic expression on his face, like a Bodhisattva, gradually subsided.

He put his hand on the coffin with no expression.

There was a bit of unintelligible light in his eyes.

"Brother, I walked out of the old monk's bet~"

"Humans do have some very interesting beings."

"You're right, the world is big and small."

"The endless river sums up everything, but I still can't find your shadow in it.".

Chapter 231

In the monk's voice, it seemed that there was a self in countless time and space constantly repeating his words.

Although the voice was not loud, it had an inexplicable power that was indescribable.

In that pair of blue-blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through the end of time and space.

The black coffin stood quietly in place, like an eternal seal.

In the past, present, and future.It exists deeply in any node of time.

The change of time is the most mysterious thing in this world.

Any slight change can lead to earth-shaking changes in the future.

Just like a butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of the ocean, a storm will be born on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the eyes of monks, there is an endless future and past.

But no matter what changes happened in that world, no matter how unbearably coveted the past was.

The black coffin still stands forever.

In other words.

Even if you cut off countless time and space, travel through thousands of years.

The eldest brother, whom he respected immensely, was still unable to escape the fate of falling into a deep sleep.

"Come on, big brother, this era is not bad, there is a carrier enough to carry your existence."

"Among the new humans, there is an interesting guy who not only pulled out a knife in two days, but more importantly..."

The monk's voice paused slightly, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth pursed upwards.Like a sly fox,

"More importantly, he, like you, is someone I can't see in the long river of time."

"You will definitely be very interested in him, definitely~"

His voice became deeper and deeper, and there was a bit of deep nostalgia in his tone.

In this mist that is a little more hazy than darkness.

The monk sat cross-legged beside the coffin, bursts of fluorescent light surging, and the years continued to swim. He was like a Bodhisattva who descended from the western sky to the world.

It exudes a calming atmosphere.

And beside him, above the coffin, there seemed to be an evil ghost transformed from black mist, snarling, roaring, and glaring at everything.

his look.

It cannot be said, cannot be said, cannot be seen, cannot be passed on in words, cannot be shared with history books.

That is the deepest fear of mankind.

It is also the only [curse] in this world

...............

Boom! ! !

Boom! !Boom! !

Boom! ! !Boom! !Boom! ! !

The strong and powerful heartbeat reverberated in a room that seemed to beat drums constantly.