The wizard is chasing the truth

"The particle energy of Ten Thousand Tribulations is the direct inheritance of the Sark family. It comes from the second-level star wizard 'Thousand Tribulations'. You have used it as the basic particle energy. If you replace it, it will have a great impact on your combat power, and it will last for at least three months. period of weakness around.

I optimized the original Myriad Tribulations particle energy. In addition to the particle vibration, I also added a common frequency, which is enough to make the Myriad Tribulations particle energy still maintain a strong power after leaving a certain range of the wizard."

Wang Ya's voice echoed in the mind of Black Soul Wang Ya.

"The particle energy of all tribulations can also be renamed as the particle energy of all self, with self as the core, which means that you are taking a new path from the path of the wizard of all tribulations. In this way, no wizard of the Sark family will question or shake you. status and rights.”

"The school of Myriad Witchcraft may still have some flaws in the details, but with the energy of Myriad Particles making up for it, those flaws can be exploited and used as a trap for the enemy to take the bait."

Tower of stars.

The Black Soul Wangya in the bedroom opened his eyes, and the black light flickered between his pupils. He quickly became restrained and returned to the original color of Commorragh's pupils.

He sighed and said silently in his heart, "Original body, the task you gave me is not that difficult. The inheritance library within the Sark family, and even the extraordinary knowledge inheritance of the Black Tower. And the inheritance of the Wizarding Continent." In the complete landform map, I cannot guarantee that there will be a black tower. ’

The Black Soul King Ya is under a lot of pressure, and his main body's requirements are of course more than these. Useful information about the inner and core areas needs to be collected to broaden his horizons.

Consciousness is gradually immersed in the world of the mind.

The colorful bubbles are floating, and the light is reflected in them. There are a lot of pictures of extraordinary knowledge, and the ontology Wang Ya explains in detail how to master the many witchcraft of the 'All-Woman Witchcraft School'.

Compared with the Nightmare Witchcraft School and the Burning Silence Witchcraft School, the All-Self Witchcraft School only has two advanced witchcrafts.

"Essentially, the energy of the universal particles vibrates matter and air through the vibration of the particles themselves, with an absolute destructive feedback effect on contact with the matter. However, the disadvantage is that once it is released, the vibration effect will become increasingly weakened and will be at an uncontrollable stage. "

Black Soul Wang Ya praised, "As expected of the original body, even in the black tower, there is no better young wizard than the original body. Changing the special particle energy of a second-level wizard, optimizing the change of properties, and adding resonance Frequency, maintain the basic balance of vibration frequency, so that Wanwo particle energy can spread to hundreds of meters, hundreds of meters, and have sufficient power. "

In the past, Commorragh used a specially crafted witchcraft called the Thousand Flower Sword, which could spread the energy of the eons of particles farther in the form of sword waves.

In Commorragh's memory, there is indeed no young wizard in the Black Tower who can do such an exaggerated thing.

The background and extraordinary depth of knowledge of a second-level wizard are far beyond what an apprentice-level wizard can fathom.

So far, Wang Ya has collected about 50% of the inheritance land of the Dark Land with the Eye of Truth.

Thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation, have become Wang Ya's own wizard path. The high-level extraordinary knowledge contained in his knowledge base is the conjecture, deduction, and experiment that can only be extended to the formal wizard level, confirming his own wizard path.

Wang Ya's depth of knowledge has surpassed the level of an apprentice and even surpassed many official wizards.

[Target: Wanwo Witchcraft School]

[Advanced Witchcraft: All-Self Domain, Soul Roar]

[Medium witchcraft: Thousands of Flowers Killing, True Sound Explosion]

[Low-level witchcraft: Wanwo sword wave, vibrating high-frequency particle shield, five-turn blood sound]

Black Soul Wang Ya felt confident. As long as he mastered these, the difficulties he faced would be solved directly.

The Wizard of Ten Thousand Tribulations will definitely be very happy when he sees such an outstanding descendant appear in the family. The Sack family will pour resources and rights into it and pay more attention to him, a direct wizard who has returned after 120 years.

This time in the bubble place, when stuffing the dream bubble, Wang Ya, the main body, specially used the power of dreams to perform a dream witchcraft operation.

The Eye of Truth discovered many souls, fluctuations in consciousness, and even loopholes in the breath.

If you are a wizard apprentice and a formal wizard with weak senses, you may not notice the abnormality, but when facing a real high-level wizard, you will be full of mistakes.

After the surgical repair of the Eye of Truth, the Dark Soul King Ya will be more harmonious as a Comoran, more like the Comoran Benluo. Even if his biological mother appears, it is unlikely to find abnormalities.

This is also the advance preparation made by Wang Ya, the main body, considering the emergence of Wanwo particle energy and the subsequent attention of Wanjie Wizard.

"I hope that the Wizard of Ten Thousand Tribulations will still go into seclusion. The second-level Star Wizard, if you change your mood or have a wrong attitude, you will probably find something abnormal." Black Soul Wang Ya felt that his hair was about to fall out. It was not easy to be an undercover agent. ah.

"Brother, I found it. I found Comoros's weakness."

There was a joyful voice mixed with the sound of trotting footsteps. Mickey Sack put down the hot tea in his hand and looked at Michael Sack who walked into the room with a stack of parchment rolls in his hand.

Mickey Sack said in surprise: "The particle energy of Ten Thousand Tribulations is the special particle energy of Lord Wizard of Ten Thousand Tribulations. How could it have a weakness?"

In the past few days, the two of them have also investigated a lot of information about Comoros.

Only by knowing the basics can you have absolute control over the battle situation.

One hundred and twenty years have been wasted, that is a fact.

But it is also a fact that he is the first level three wizard apprentice.

Mickey Thacker was more worried about his brother losing to the opponent.

After all, whether it is a trial or another purpose, victory is the best way for a wizard to show his self-worth.

Michael also needs such a battle to prove that his potential is enough to gain more resources and rights support from the family.

But the more they investigated, the more solemn their hearts became. They had mastered the energy of particles of all calamities during their third-level apprenticeship. What kind of concept was this? Even without using any witchcraft, they could kill wizards at the same level.

The energy of the particles is so overbearing that ordinary witchcraft will only be torn into a disordered particle state when encountered, and there will be no damage feedback at all.

The two also understood how valuable the first level three wizard apprentice was one hundred and twenty years ago.

Michael Sack placed the parchment scroll in his hand on the table and said with a smile: "Brother, of course there is no weakness in the particle energy of the universe, but that does not mean that Commorragh has no weaknesses."

"you mean?"

"Myriad Tribulations Particle Energy is the exclusive particle energy of Myriad Tribulations Wizard. How can Comoro completely master it? It's just some superficial aspects. He has no ability to touch on the deepest aspects."

Michael Sack made an inference based on the information he collected, "The energy of the particles requires a lot of mental power and particle energy to maintain. He cannot let the energy of the particles appear on the surface of the body for a long time. Once it leaves the body surface, it will be lost forever." The balance of kalpa particle energy will be broken, and finally it will completely disintegrate into natural particles.

For this reason, Comoro asked people in the family to build a growth-type witchcraft called the "Thousand Flower Sword" for him, which could assist him in maintaining and spreading the energy of the particles of all calamities. "

"The battlefield of star battles is divided into life and death. What you have arranged with him is a life fight. You can start according to the rules. It is forbidden to use witchcraft, extraordinary potions and many other external means. You can only use your own witchcraft and physical body. ." Mickey Thacker's eyes lit up.

"No one is absolutely invincible. As long as you understand his information and master the means in advance, you can defeat him. Without the assistance of the Thousands of Flower Swords, Commorragh's particle energy will not be able to exert its power at all." Michael Sack turned out a page among the many parchment scrolls, and it had the four wizard fonts of "Hurricane Realm" on it.

"I know everything about Comoros, but he has been missing for a long time and doesn't know my details or methods."

The former number one third-level wizard apprentice was somewhat famous after all. Not only the four major Fanxing families knew that one of the Ten Elites of Fanxing, 'Michael Sark', was going to fight on the battlefield with Commorragh.

The powerful wizards within the Black Tower in other jurisdictions all paid their attention, and most of them were wizards from the Comoros era.

The wizards who could fight against Comoros during that period had good talent and potential.

Most of them have been promoted to become extreme wizard apprentices, and some are even preparing to break through to official wizards.

Even in my busy schedule, I took some time to pay attention.

As for the thoughts and thoughts of these wizards, there is no way to know. Most of them come here in memory.

Years and time cannot be grasped, the old people from the past reappear, and their memories seem to return to that period.

In the core area of ​​the Sark family, there is a pure black building on the top floor, where the patriarch handles family matters and has his office.

"Lord Patriarch, it's all my fault that I don't know how to teach my son. That guy Mi Gao actually did such a transgressive thing without authorization and challenged the young master of Comoros to a fight."

Coruman Sark interrupted the ramblings of the old man in black robe in front of him. He looked ashamed, but in fact he knew what they were thinking in their hearts.

He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and the cold wind blowing from the window rolled up the pages on the table. "The Presbyterian Council and the clan leader share the rights of each other equally and check and balance each other. There is no rule within the family that branches cannot challenge the direct line. If Mi If he can do it, what if we give him the rights and resources that Comoros possesses.”

"There are so many people who want to sit in the Starry Tower. It seems that this little guy Mi Gao can't wait any longer and is the first one to take action." An inexplicable smile appeared on the unsmiling face of Kuruman Sark.

The Council of Elders is formed by old wizards from branch and direct lineages. The strength needs to reach the level of official wizards and the prestige must hold a certain weight before they can be selected.

‘Savage’, who ranked third among the Twelve Elders, had never seen Kuruman with such an expression before, and thought to himself that he had indeed offended this guy.

As the other party said, within the family, the patriarch does not dominate the sky with one hand. The first elder in the elders' house is a Starry Wizard.

When he came this time, he just said a word, and he still had to give him the face he deserved. If the clan leader deliberately targeted them, Savage would naturally not be afraid. What he was afraid of was his own back row, Michael and Mickey. affected.

Not to mention the more young wizards from the branch lines.

"Although the internal rules of the family allow it, after all..." Savage hesitated and seemed to be embarrassed.

Coruman Sark sneered inwardly. Up to now, this old fox is still here to show off. "I know this. The rights and resources within the family are all obtained by oneself, even the direct descendants are no exception. Savi Elder Qi, please leave, I still have a lot of official business to deal with."

"Then Chief, I'll leave first." Savage coughed, and when he turned around, his embarrassed face instantly transformed into a bright smile.

There are more monks than meat. If I don't take action early, it will probably be taken away by other people in the family.

There is only one Starry Tower, which is used to encourage and stimulate young wizards in the tribe and bring fresh blood.

In the "Graceful Wizard Tavern" in the free zone of the Black Tower headquarters.

The languid lights flickered, and the wizard waiters were all women, wearing very scanty clothes, covering only the key parts, and holding cups of wizard drinks.

There are still a few wizards who have sexual instincts, and more of them are a kind of inner pleasure.

As wizards, they have to show such a private and shameful side to provide the wizard guests present.

The owner of the tavern is a person who can grasp the psychology of young wizards very well.

If the wizard's heart is strong enough, this part of the pleasure is equivalent to nothing, and it will even be absolutely boring.

Most of the wizards who come to the Graceful Tavern are young wizards.

The table against the wall in the corner, the small magic array isolates the light and shadow, so that the two wizards sitting inside overlap directly, and their shapes and appearances are distorted and changed.

The sound of the conversation will not be heard, even if the table is only four or five meters apart.

Purple short hair, sharp face, narrow eyes, and a temperament of keeping strangers away. The words of Feiwen Sachi are not like his appearance, but he is very talkative.

"I am ranked fourth and you are ranked fifth in the Ten Stars, but I am not convinced by this ranking. How can Gatlin Beamon and Bas Qiuye be ranked ahead of us."

Feiwen Sachi changed his tone, "But for Miss Qiuqiudong Lola, she is ranked second, I am convinced."

This seems to have aroused some thoughts of the figure sitting opposite.

Menglu Lola, who is burly and has long brown hair, drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.

The two did not speak again, but drank the wizard drink silently.

As good friends, the two can almost understand each other's inner thoughts. Menglu Lola also knows that Feiwen is provoking him, but the instinctive emotions cannot be concealed.

He liked Qiuqiudong, and he had liked her since he was young. The gap between the direct line and the branch line made him dare not express his feelings until he showed his potential, gained the support of the family, and became one of the ten outstanding people in the stars.

This made the idea in his heart more and more intense, but he still did not dare to find Qiuqiudong and express his feelings.

"Comoro Sack is back. This former number one third-level wizard apprentice seems to show his strong potential again." Feiwen put down the cup in his hand.

"I know." Menglu took a sip of wizard wine, and he knew in his heart that Qiuqiudong had gone to that stupid guy several times and was rejected several times, but he still insisted.

If Qiuqiudong could treat him with one-tenth of the way he treated Comoro, he could even go to the core of Guta Solin and jump from the Guta Abyss.

Unfortunately, it was not even one percent.

He was very jealous. Why could a fool who had been abandoned for 120 years be favored by Qiuqiudong, and even remained unchanged for 120 years.

This stupid, annoying guy, if only he could disappear for a lifetime, so that Qiuqiudong would never find him again. Menglu licked his dry lips and lay on the chair. Feiwen helped him fill his glass.

"Feiwen, is the gap between the direct line and the branch really that big?"

"You and I are good friends. Do we care about the direct line? That's meaningless. Only strength and value are meaningful."

Menglu muttered to himself: "Yes, but I have become one of the Ten Stars and have shown my potential and value. Why can't I get what I want?"

"You haven't fought for it or tried it. How can you get what you want?" Feiwen said with a hint of meaning: "If there is an obstruction or an obstacle, clear it and destroy it."

Menglu didn't say anything else. He drank the wine sip by sip, but his flashing eyes were obviously thinking about something unusual.

The corners of Feiwen's mouth raised an arc, and his slender fingers intertwined the wine glass and shook it. The red liquid inside looked particularly tempting under the dim light.

Deep in the northwest of the Sak tribe, in a rocky area, a black-robed wizard who lost an arm sat on the highest black stone, slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and moved his dry lips up and down.

"Feiwen, you are late today. You should know what the rules are."

"Teacher Black Knife, I will accept the punishment." Feiwen Sack bowed his head and bowed like a child who did something wrong.

Black Knife Wizard is a formal wizard and also Feiwen Sack's teaching wizard.

He started teaching this little guy when he was very young.

Seeing Feiwen taking off his wizard robe, revealing his thin body, and lying on a huge rock that looked like it was cut flat by a knife, a sticky liquid like oil gushed out, as if it was alive, directly invading Feiwen's body, flowing through the blood vessels, passing under the skin, and even flowing through the pupils of his face.

Feiwen seemed to have endured extreme pain, sweating all over his body, and his body was trembling like a spasm.

There was no emotion on the scarred face of the black knife wizard, but he sighed in his heart.

Feiwen knew too well, watching him grow up since he was a child, with both advantages and disadvantages, advantages are not necessary, but disadvantages are more troublesome.

He is meticulous. To put it nicely, he likes to think and is cautious. To put it bluntly, he is too cautious and likes to use external means to achieve his goals.

Sometimes, the more you think and the more strategies you use, the more you will end up making things worse.

Only strength is the biggest guarantee for the success of all thinking and strategies.

Feiwen is an apprentice of the ultimate wizard. When facing wizards weaker than himself, he is still wary and cares about winning or losing. He often chooses not to fight even if he has enough strength to win.

"Your brother Comoros is back. No matter what you think, after all, you are all direct descendants and can compete, but don't make it too ugly."

Feiwen Sack was sweating and pale, and he forced a smile, "Michael Sachi seems to be the young wizard who is looking for trouble with Comoros. Teacher Black Knife, I don't have the time and energy."

One month later.

Inside the Starry Tower, the second floor is a place dedicated to testing witchcraft and wizards' extraordinary means.

The endless plain, under the sunlight, can see the undulating terrain, the concave rocks, and next to it is a vast primeval forest, the trees grow extremely tall.

The Dark Soul King Ya was directly teleported here through the authority.

Unlike the witchcraft test in the Dark Land, the test here is more about real swords and guns using extraordinary creatures to test, rather than using wizard technology to record data.

"The energy of the Ten Thousand Self particles, after the conversion, the particle capacity is reduced by a quarter, try the Ten Thousand Self School witchcraft first."

PS: I wanted to write 6,000 words, I can't hold it anymore, so I'd better go to sleep.