Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

Is this a remark?

It directly raised what Long Yi did to the righteousness of human beings.

It even described Long Yi's revenge as meaningless infighting.

Under his aura like the dome of Mount Tai, the words he said carried a bit of majesty and strength deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

If ordinary people heard these words, I am afraid that their hearts would have begun to doubt their own behavior, and they would even be full of respect for this old man.

but.

These words fell into Long Yi's ears, and the taste really changed a few times.

The bewitching power in the old man's voice made him even more disdain.

His eyebrows were raised lightly, and his long and narrow eyes were closed with a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

The corners of his mouth gradually took on his signature smile.

He looked at the old man in front of him and said, just like a son of a noble family who is not rhyme with the world.

"You're right, and I think it makes some sense, but don't you think it's a little superficial?"

Long Yi's tone paused for a while, and he clearly saw the old man's eyes shrink slightly.

It seems a little weird.

The 'reason' that he has always been in favor of, actually overturned the car here in this young man.

You must know that the old man's words are combined with the blessing of incantation, and some psychological hints are added.

It was almost never the case that anyone could argue against him in such a situation.

Even Gojo Satoru became a little dazed under his preaching.

but.

The young man in front of him didn't even make the slightest choice, and directly refuted the old man's words.

"Isn't there any fluctuation at all, such a tenacious heart at such an age."

The old man's spell can clearly perceive a person's emotional fluctuations.

From the time he appeared to the present, he had been murdered at least three times by the Chanyuan, and his emotional fluctuations were like a roller coaster.

But this young man is like a rock from beginning to end, unshakable, even if the world is overturned, he still stands tall.

Long Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if something was brewing.

The tone became somewhat inexplicable.

There is a kind of indescribable fear, or awe.

"Remove the curse spirit and destroy the curse."

"Although I'm not that passionate about these things, I do have a certain respect for those who gave their lives for it."

"However, the truth in your mouth is clearly the greatest insult to these magicians who have dedicated everything to the world!!"

"Even if you say that it is the control of power and power, I respect you for being honest!!!".

Chapter 118

Long Yi's voice sounded slowly, with an indescribable indifference.

In his eyes, there seemed to be countless chaotic evolutions, and it was as if the sun and the moon were flowing backwards.

The old man suddenly felt a little bit of fear in this young man.

It always feels that it does not come from the comparison of the supremacy of strength, but the game of heart and nature.

The mountains stand up, the sky falls to the Milky Way.

For a magician, when their own magic power reaches a certain level, the difference in the flow of magic power is infinitely similar.

And after reaching this level.

The importance of xinxing is thoroughly demonstrated - out.

Talent, incantation, and incantation are the 'traces' inscribed in one's bloodline from the moment of birth.

It is a chasm that cannot be bridged no matter how hard you try.

The fairest and most unfair thing in this world is this inalienable talent.

Talent determines where more than [-]% of spellcasters can go in the end.

but.

And the remaining two are people who have extra opportunities, so there is a kind of person whose heart is against the sky.

In other words, 'xinxing' itself is a kind of talent.

This talent is different from the innately engraved spell, it cannot make you extremely powerful in the shortest time.

But it is when you rise above the apex.

The only toughness.

What the heart thinks and what the mind desires, the magic power comes from emotions, and the magician relies on his own emotions to obtain the magic power.

When the strength is stronger, the person who can completely control his own mind will become more and more tyrannical.

The old man looked at the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him, who didn't even have a fraction of his own.

In his eyes, a bit of solemnity appeared unconsciously.

at this moment.

He completely put Long Yi in the same position as himself.

Not because of his strength, not because of his family, but entirely because, at this moment, Long Yi of the Chanyuan is like the sky and the clouds, which cannot be directly looked at.

Long Yi didn't seem to care about the changes in the old man.

The laziness in him had long since disappeared without a trace.

The whole body seems to be a bit bright.

In the words, every single sentence was deeply left in the old man's heart.

"It doesn't matter whether it's an aristocratic family or a curse spirit, if you are beaten, you have to fight back, and if you make a mistake, you have to admit the punishment."

"He wasn't wrong, and neither was I."

"There is nothing wrong with a magician who dies for the honor of his family, nor is a magician who fights for his own dreams."

"The most ironic words in this world are the so-called 'should' and 'worthy'"

"What should be and what is worth."

"Between the pros and cons, the strong one thinks the difference."

"He got revenge for his son, and I don't think he was wrong."

"But, he just shouldn't provoke me!!"

"The word "reason" is such an understatement, and what a slap in the face."

"But, I'm sorry, if you really think you can use these two words to suppress me."

Long Yi's voice paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth showed a contemptuous arc.

"I don't mind, let's talk a little bit with this world..."

"reason!!!"

The voice fell.

Behind Long Yi, black thunderbolts exploded out of thin air, and the surroundings were endless and dazzling.

Youlan turned into a rain of flowers that lingered beside him.

Ka Ka Ka! ! !

The space let out a somewhat overwhelmed scream.

The countless clouds in the sky were all annihilated under the terrifying momentum.

Everyone knows that there are no two days in the sky.

However, in the eyes of the old man.

A scarlet and strange blood moon slowly floated up from behind Long Yi, hanging high in the sky.

The whole world seemed to have entered a bloody kingdom.

"You have to kill him~"

The old man's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and his voice was a bit hideous.

Hearing this, Long Yi glanced coldly at Liu Chuan Ya, who was kneeling on the ground like a sculpture.

Although he didn't speak, the almost substantive murderous aura had broken through the clouds.

Like a demon god, the demon flames are soaring to the sky.

bass! ! !

A cold light breaks the void, and the stars are like white horses passing through the gap.

"Uh~" Rukawaya's eyes quickly disappeared, and his hands tightly covered his neck.

However, the blood did not stop splashing out from the throat.

Until the moment the old man appeared, he still felt as if he could live.

But the thought just appeared, and the icy sharp blade cut his throat instantly.

pat! !

Without the slightest struggle, Liu Chuan Ya's body lay on the ground in a daze, until the end, the trace of regret in his eyes never disappeared.

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