Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

"The Kamo family is the Kamo family. At a meeting not long ago, it was proposed to reopen the imperial competition, but this time it is not for resources and status, but to supervise the strength of the younger generation of magicians."

"The Wutiao family and the Chanyuan family have been enemies from generation to generation because of the last imperial competition. Now that someone mentions this again, the two families will naturally not be ambiguous. You should be able to guess the rest."

Having said this, Wujogo believes in the wisdom of Longyi, and there is no need to say more about the next thing.

Don't look at the current confusion in the magic world. The magic school and the magic association are separate and divided into various excellent magicians. However, once the three real dragons of the Chanyuan family, the Wujo family and the Kamo family have reached a unified opinion the moment it starts.

In the entire magic world, apart from approval, there is no other way.

What kind of tyrannical power is behind the three thousand-year-old, indestructible clan?

"Interesting, the re-opening of the imperial competition is actually the Kamo family."

Long Yi's words meant something, Wu Tiao also smiled slightly, but didn't say it.

One of the biggest profiteers a hundred years ago suddenly jumped out and made wind and rain, which inevitably makes people think a lot.

Wujo Satoru suddenly looked at Long Yi and said, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh~ that's right, the imperial competition was decided before, but Bachi Qionggouyu was added by the Chanyuan family later."

"Interesting, really hard work."

A deep joke flashed in Long Yi's eyes.

In Tokyo, as long as the Chanyuan family thought about it, Chen Er wanted to inquire about that matter, but they couldn't escape the ears of those guys.

In order for Long Yi to fight in the name of the Chanyuan family, the Chanyuan family can be said to have taken great pains. .

Chapter 60

In order to gather the three artifacts, and thus successfully restrain the Eight Discords Orochi, Long Yi would not be able to give up the indispensable curse tool, the Bachi Qionggou Jade.

But if he was allowed to fight in the name of the Chanyuan family, he felt uncomfortable.

For a while, his rare appearance actually made him a little upset, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and his teeth were lightly closed.

Perhaps he could see Long Yi's tangle.

Gojo Satoru put down the cola, picked up the sunglasses and put them on again, and said.

"The imperial competition was indeed a battle between families, but this time is different from the past, and it is no longer the era of Zeng Jin. Other forces other than the family are also eligible to participate in the competition."

"For example, the Magic Academy, which has only risen in recent years, and the Magic Association.

Among them, most of the students of the Magic Academy are from the family, and those who are tyrannical will inevitably receive the signs of the family and participate in this battle for the family. At present, the Tokyo Academy,

But still worrying about the candidates to play. "

Long Yi naturally understood the overtones of Wutiaowu's words, but he gave Long Yi one more choice. In fact, it didn't matter where he went to fight, except for the Chanyuan family.

Anyway, his goal is only one, and that is Bachi Qionggouyu, and he doesn't care about the rest.

Rather than returning to the family that left him without the slightest attachment, it would be better to cooperate with a high school.

"It's a good idea."

"Hahaha! Teacher Ye Mo has always been obsessed with you. If you agree, I will talk to him later." Wujou took out his mobile phone and called Ye Mo Zhengdao.

"Tomorrow I will go directly to the Magic Academy to find him, just to see how powerful the so-called number one in Tokyo is."

"Okay then, there's nothing to do, I'll leave, or wait a moment, the gorilla should rush me again, bye~"

Wujo Satoru stood up one by one, and the whole body of mantra exploded, like a cannonball, wrapped in gusts of wind, and instantly rushed out of the window and disappeared.

In the huge room, only the figure of Long Yi remained.

"Gorilla~! It does sound a bit like that."

Long Yi listened to Wujogo's words before he left, and suddenly a chimpanzee wearing a black suit and big sunglasses appeared in his mind, banging on his chest with a loud scream, and carrying a funny panda schoolbag behind him.

This may be the worst time the Noctuid Moth has been hacked.

The autumn wind is cool and the maple leaves are falling.

Long Yi looked at the towering tree outside the window, and thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth lifted up unconsciously, revealing his signature smile.

At present, the progress of detaining the spirits is only [-]%, and there is no way to provide him with any progress in recovering the curse spirits below the first level.

That is to say, if you want to improve the spirit of the sect, you must have a large number of first-level spell spirits, or even more powerful special-level spell spirits.

In the eyes of the world, the terrifying super-special curse spirit of the ancient demon gods, the Orochi Baqi Orochi, is an endless nightmare in the eyes of the world, but in Long Yi's view, it is a big sweet pastry, and must not be let go.

It is a good idea to cooperate with the Magic Academy. Since the Magic Academy can develop to the current scale in Tokyo, where there are many families, the means and power in it should not be underestimated.

In order to gather the curse of the Orochi, Long Yi made a decision after weighing it in his heart.

"Go to the Magic Academy tomorrow to see."

When his mind was settled, he no longer thought about it.

The toes moved slightly on the ground.

The shadow under him rippled eerily, like a pool of stagnant water.

woohoo~~

A figure slowly emerged from Long Yi's shadow, white clothes and black hair, resentful, as if countless unjust souls were entangled, it was the goddess who was recovered by Long Yi.

Or call it.

A super specific imaginary spell spirit, a goddess!

From the end of the Warring States period, a monster that created a collection of ghosts of all resentful women.

In that era when wars were raging and people's hearts were floating, this strange talk left a mark on the hearts of countless people.

Men who abandoned their wives in order to survive, or even sold their wives for a few bites of food, feared the revenge of the goddess.

Women who are women are afraid of the abandonment of men, and girls who are girls are afraid of the legend of the goddess.

All these negative emotions were poured on the goddess who did not exist.

at a certain time, at a certain place.

The haze from the nightmares of countless people, the ghost born from the dark and filthy negative emotions.

Tempura was born! !

Just like in the legend, it devoured the life of a man and drowned the heartless man with his long hair.

You don't love your concubine, but your concubine dances for you.

You say that you have beautiful long hair, and your concubine is buried here.

When human beings are afraid of something illusory and non-existent, the imaginary magic spirit will be born.

Instead of searching hard, create it yourself.

But today's era is no longer the era when the war was raging. If you want to create a negative emotion that is enough to evolve into a super curse spirit, it is almost impossible to rely on ordinary strange talk.

And even if it is derived, it may be the kind of third-level magic spirit similar to the coconut flower in the toilet.

It doesn't make any sense at all. .

Chapter 61

"If I can make the whole Tokyo fall into fear, and add the low-level curse spirits I have already controlled as sacrifices, it is possible to derive special grades."

Long Yi put his hands together in front of his chest and pressed his chin on it, considering the feasibility of the plan.

The previous celestial woman's spells can intensify the negative emotions that have just accumulated, and in less than half an hour, hatch into a super-class, although the strength is limited, but it is also a real super-class.

Moreover, in general, unless there is a specific spell spirit, the strength of ordinary spell spirits is worse than that of imaginary spell spirits.

If it can trigger the negative emotions of hundreds of millions of people in the entire Tokyo at the same time, plus the curse spirit he currently has and sacrifice, Long Yi has a [-]% certainty that a super imaginary curse spirit can be born.

But now the only problem is.

How can hundreds of millions of people be born with negative emotions at the same time, the joys and sorrows are not the same between people, it is very simple to want one person to be born with emotions, but once the number rises to the level of [-] million, it will be a completely different concept .

A crazy plan suddenly bred in Long Yi's heart.

"Looks like I found a way~"

Long Yi stood up, walked to the edge of the windowsill, looked at the ants-like beings under the floor, he smiled, and the smile made people feel chills and trembling inexplicably.

His fingers came together, slowly lifted, and in mid-air, they danced constantly, as if describing some obscure words.

hum~

A pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared behind him, and as the dragon's finger moved faster and faster, the speed of the whirlpool became more and more crazy.

"Arrest the spirit and send the generals away!!"

Long Yi's eyes narrowed, his brows frivolous, his fingers were a little in the air, and he only heard a strange sound of 'evil~'.

The vortex burst with a sound.

Hundreds of curses erupted from the shattered vortex, rushing frantically in all directions.

Some of these curse spirits are covered with eyeballs, some are covered with arms up and down, some are covered with blood, and some are like a pool of mud.

But somehow.

Behind this group of strangely shaped spell spirits, either black and white shadows appeared faintly, or one of them couldn't see clearly, and only saw the coquettish illusion of nine tails dancing constantly.

bass!bass!bass! !bass! !

They dissipated in the sky of Tokyo extremely fast, and quickly left from the Longyi window.

This scene is like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and like a demon descending into the world.

If a weak spellcaster sees such a scene at this moment, he may fall to the ground in surprise and tremble all over.

More ants killed elephants, not to mention, such a large number of curse spirits.

With the disappearance of the hundred magic spirits, Long Yi returned to the sofa.

Boom! ! !