About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"No, that's not everything," Yayin shook her head slightly, "I don't deny that emotions have affected my judgment, but I know how calm I am. The reason why I made this decision is because of our horizons. Toward a higher direction.”

"That is a place beyond your reach. Your feelings have a far greater impact on you than you think," the old man said indifferently, "You are dragging the whole world to accompany you to death."

"This world has never loved me," Yayin said coldly, "and I have no need to love it."

"This world allows you to meet your teacher," the old man said.

"He's dead!" Yain said loudly, "In front of me! Stung through the heart by the man who betrayed us! What is the world doing! Where the hell are you?!"

The old man looked at Ya Yin silently, and finally sighed leisurely.

"Okay, okay, then, there's nothing more to say," the old man stood up with his staff beside him and stood up slowly. His figure of more than three meters tall looked like a giant in front of Yayin.

"The Last Descendant," he said, "Then you should find a way and try your best to hold on until he comes to save you."

"No, old guy, don't underestimate people." Yayin also stood up and looked up at the person in front of her. "It's still unclear whether you will survive to see him."

275. Two-in-one is not on the same level.

Accompanied by complex arcane chants, ancient and complex magic arrays unfolded in the air, blasting out various strange energy spells of various shapes and bombarding Yayin.

The magic array spread out in terrifying numbers, covering half of the sky.

The vast power contained in the magic array made Yayin feel as if she was facing an entire magic army.

The old mage floated in the air, his staff held high, his figure shrouded in a dark robe, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was like a silent god of death, and his clothes were slowly floating in the aftermath of the arcane spell.

As for Ya Yin, she looked much more embarrassed.

Although she was also working hard to chant the arcane spells to deal with, her opponent represented the pinnacle of the world's highest level of arcane spells. Whether it was speed, strength, or the weirdness of the attack, there was a huge gap between the two sides' levels.

The old mage's arcane magic circle covered the sky and the sun.

Although Ya Yin can weave dozens of arcane counterattacks at the same time, which may not be possible for ordinary arcanists in their lifetime, but in front of the opponent, he is still like a worm shaking a tree.

All Ya Yin can do is to create an offset field as much as possible through the combination of arcane spells to deflect the opponent's attacks.

But this is not a simple job. The old mage's attack is not a simple energy bombardment. The impact with strange attributes is like a giant snake with life, leaping smartly in the air, waiting for opportunities to move.

Not only that, the energy attributes of the giant snakes are also complicated. If not handled properly and deflected by conflicting magic flows, it will trigger a violent explosion at close range, or induce a burst of magic at close range.

Therefore, even if it is just for defense, it is not enough to simply use magic barriers or deflection magic. Each item needs to be deflected with magic of corresponding attributes, and it must be ensured that the corresponding magic can accurately target its target.

It's a game.

The old mage's attacks are by no means a direct and indiscriminate bombardment. The trajectory of each of his attacks is extremely weird. Not only that, the attributes of the attacks are also vague. Sometimes it even appears that the appearance is one attribute, but the inner attribute is different. It is a cluster bomb with another attribute.

In order to distinguish the attributes of the attack, Yayin couldn't even start directly from the attack itself, but had to observe the source of the magic circle that fired the corresponding magic.

But even the source magic circle sometimes uses a certain disguise, and you may fall into a trap at a glance.

In this case, Yayin not only had to chant more than ten kinds of magic at the same time to fight back, but also controlled the deflection of the corresponding attack. At the same time, she also needed to observe the magic array in the air and calculate its attack rhythm. In addition, she also had to Beware of the opponent's traps and delayed attacks used to affect memory.

This is the top arcane confrontation.

It is no exaggeration to say that this level of arcane combat is even beyond the scope of Yayin's understanding. Now she is relying entirely on her own talent and the new spell that activates the spell at a high speed to survive.

Yes, lingering.

Because it was impossible to block them all, there could always be one or even several attacks that deceive Yayin every few seconds, causing devastating explosions around her.

At this time, she could only rely on the magic barrier to hold on. As a result, in just a few minutes of fighting, Yayin was forced to consume a lot of magic power. If the fight continued like this, sooner or later she would be exhausted and defeated. Come down.

But the worst thing is that Yayin knows very well that these attacks are not real killing moves at all.

In the battle of the Grand Mystic Master, they will not just use such simple arcane techniques to fight against each other.

Although the old mage's mouth seems to be emitting countless complex chanting sounds, if you distinguish carefully, you can still hear that these sounds are branched into two streams, one of which is mixed with the chanting of all magic attacks, and the other Hidden behind these attacks are super arcane spells that can truly make the final decision.

For an arcanist of this level, Ya Yin almost didn't want to think about how terrifying the killing moves he prepared would be.

It doesn't make sense either.

She never felt that relying on these deflection arcana or her own magic barrier could block something of that level.

Those who should fight against this kind of thing must at least be of the same level...

For example, another super magic.

Once again, he misjudged the opponent's arcane attributes and was completely knocked away by the violent explosion. He turned several somersaults in the air and finally landed on the ground dozens of meters away.

After landing, for some reason, a smile appeared on Yayin's face.

She also chanted a large number of plural spells in her mouth, but these spells were also divided into two streams. One stream was a deflection magic composed of a large number of spells, but the other stream was a strange spell that had never been seen in this world. arts.

The chanting of the mantra is like a long ancient poem, with ups and downs, twists and turns, row after row, and many mountains.

In a few minutes, this long poem came to an end.

Yayin's staff was thrust into the ground.

The alien spell was unfolding under her feet, and then the ground under her feet was instantly dyed white.

The white snow spread rapidly, and goose-feather-like snowflakes appeared out of thin air, slowly floating in the hemispherical area above the land.

White snowflakes extend along with the white land. Wherever they go, even flames and black faces will be frozen into ice by the soft snowflakes. The moment the old mage's violent surge of spell attack blasts into this area, It will be turned into a beautiful ice sculpture, and it will be permanently frozen ten meters away from Ya Yin.

She held the staff inserted in the earth, chanted long and ups and downs of poetry, and stared at the old mage indifferently, with fighting spirit in her eyes.

The old mage looked at her with a smile on his lips.

He thought it would be a boring duel, but Yayin's performance gave him a completely unexpected surprise.

"A realm..."

He was thinking secretly in his heart.

"A spell that I have never heard of before, and an incredible speed of expansion. Is that so? Is this how you have the confidence to challenge me when there is such a huge gap in strength..."

With a smile on his face, the old mage simply stopped the useless harassment. The magic power in his body burst out further, and the chanting in his mouth became louder, as if he planned to complete his super magic as quickly as possible.

However, the next moment, he realized that he seemed to have thought a little too simply.

Yayin's domain full of white snow actually extended to no more than a hundred meters in radius. You must know that this is a super-level domain magic. It is not impossible for some domains to stretch for miles or even dozens of miles.

There is only such a small scope, either, this is a magic that has not been fully developed, or...

Looking at the slowly condensing snowflakes and ice crystals in the field, the old mage's face gradually darkened.

as predicted……

This thing is not that simple field at all.

Brilliant ice crystals bloomed, and dazzling dazzling stars dragged wisps of blue flame tails and bombarded the old mage from all directions like a cluster of missiles.

The old mage had no choice but to allocate half of his energy again to re-deploy the arcane magic circle that was covering the sky. Countless energy bombardments rushed out again, heading towards the ice crystals.

The two met, and for a time the sky was filled with ice, snow and energy exploding one after another. The dust-like ice crystals reflected the firelight, reflecting dreamlike colors.

The old mage looked down at Ya Yin with a smile.

He admitted that this field was very good. The cheap offense and strong defense were enough for her to even the gap between the two.

But that's all...

The old mage's chant became louder and louder, and terrifying power began to gather in the sky.

The terrifying power was like a precursor to the collapse of the earth.

Circles of ripples condensed and spread from the sky, making the wind and clouds change color and making the natural enemies appear ethereal.

But, at this moment, the old mage suddenly lowered his head and looked at Yayin.

He suddenly discovered that Yayin was chanting the second super magic spell.

"Use two at the same time? How could this junior..."

The old mage was briefly stunned, but quickly calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no difference between two or one.

The gap in physical strength lies here. How can the second level super magic that only relies on half of his mental power to be deployed at super speed be able to compete with his super magic that is fully deployed?

Amidst the explosive bombardment that filled the sky, the two looked at each other indifferently and methodically completed their magic as a killing move.

This is also the showdown that arcanists most desire, but is extremely rare in actual combat.

Being able to fully display all of his research results and strength, pure super-position fighting.

Above the sky, a huge magic circle seems to be engraved between the clouds. Behind the sky, ethereal echoes resound throughout the world. Above the clouds, countless elves gather together under the condensation of magic power, turning into leaping stars. star.

The elves intertwined, shimmered, gradually increased, gradually expanded, and finally became like a whirlpool of thousands of colors, slowly spiraling in the air.

At the tip of the pitch-black staff, the dazzling lenses surged with magic like a vast ocean, reaching high into the sky, pulling some kind of illusory shadow to condense in the air.

Yayin looked at the phantom with no expression on her face. She just continued to recite her own incantation like a graceful hymn. In the ice and snow, endless blue thunder light condensed, intersecting and refracting in every snowflake. Weaving a beautiful dazzling network.

At first, it was just as light as the beautiful scenery. Over time, more and more thunder and lightning condensed, and the spell under the feet gradually extended out of the realm of ice and snow, spreading in all directions.

Thunder rolled, and the blue thunderstorm finally connected on the earth into an endless giant network that seemed to be composed of countless swimming dragons.

The elements were flying, and the elves of various colors finally condensed into a dazzling and terrifying thing in the sky that looked like a prehistoric beast.

Finally, the terrifying giant beast fell from the sky, as powerful as the moon falling from the sky.

The blue dragons soared from the ground, and the power of the explosion seemed to burst the sky.

As their eyes met, arcane spells that destroyed the heaven and earth collided together. Pure destruction erupted. Countless gaps were torn out in the space. Time collapsed and twisted due to the huge power, and chaotic phases flowed. Everything becomes abstract and fragmented.

In the end, the world is left with nothing but pure white.

The old man suspended in the air looked indifferently at the white light that seemed to swallow up the entire world, and sighed leisurely.

"It seems that I didn't succeed this time." He shook his head slightly, "It's such a pity. Such a child with such potential, if given time, will definitely be an even greater genius than his teacher."

"What a pity..." He sighed loudly.

Yes, he knew from the moment he took action that he had won.

The difference in spell power between the two sides was too big, the other side was twice as powerful as him.

However, perhaps this is natural. Since half of the mental power is used to even out the firepower gap between the two, the final power should be doubled.

No, even in his expectation, if the opponent's power is one-third of his, it is already good, and if it is half, it is already worthy of admiration.

The old man waited quietly, and when the white light dissipated, in the end, only a barren wasteland was left on the land that once had green mountains and green waters. All the trees were turned into fly ash by the aftermath of the energy. The undulating mountains were unconditionally pushed into flat wasteland by the aftermath of the energy.

And in the center of the wasteland, fell a broken staff.

He recognized it as Yain's staff.

Probably, this is the last relic she left behind.

The old man slowly lowered to the ground, picked up the staff and looked at it. He took a deep breath and said again: "It's really a pity, a pity..."

"What a pity?"

The sudden sound made the old man stunned for a moment. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the front end of his staff.

In the front lens, he clearly saw Ya Yin's face.

Silent, indifferent, and with a hint of mockery.

"You..." The old man was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to ask something, he suddenly felt his whole body spinning.

When he raised his head again, there seemed to be a Cyclops ten thousand feet tall standing in front of him. The giant's body was made up of countless colors, and it seemed like a terrifying giant that he had summoned himself.

But now, the giant was slowly leaning down, tilting his head, looking directly at him.

After a brief moment of surprise, the old man returned to his smiling expression. He looked directly into the huge pupils and asked, "Is it you? Girl."

"Ah," Ya Yin's face was reflected in the huge one eye, "I think he's a general."

"When did you finish it?" The old man looked at Ya Yin and asked with a smile.

"You have been tricked since the first chant," Yayin replied.

The next moment, the huge giant disappeared out of thin air, and everything returned to the same state as before. There was no trace of change in the mountain villages and countryside.

But the old man knew that this place was no longer the original location. This was the environment that belonged to Yayin. Here, she wanted to kill him, which was just a thought.

"This arcane magic is beyond my understanding," the old man said softly, "I admit that you have created a great magic..."

"After all, this magic is not prepared for people," Yayin said. "I said, the pattern of our struggle was different from the beginning."

"Ah, I agree with this sentence now," the old man nodded slightly, then he raised the wand in his hand, looked at Yayin and said, "Okay, now, I want to ask you one last question."