Ten miles south of the city, a dense wood, this is the favorite battle terrain of Portlem. Because he could absorb the life force of this forest for his own use, all within his calculations.

Minimal exertion, maximum benefit, has always been the mantra of Potleime, including the crutches in his hand, in order to support his entire body with less effort.

When he arrived, the whole forest seemed to refuse, shaking his head constantly, but soon it all stopped. Patches of green life force were slowly drawn out, and it looked extremely strange.

"Huh, I didn't expect you to be able to really run?" The Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King appeared at the right time, and the two of them arrived almost at the same time, one after the other.

At this point, it was naturally a duel, and Poolem took the initiative to attack without saying a word.

He has always fought in a defensive posture, but today is different, this is the opponent's territory, and someone will interfere at any time, and he is afraid that he will be in danger at that time, so he must fight quickly.

The rich green aura quickly spread, which is a means of defending against the opponent's attack, and at the same time, it can also play a certain role in interference. This is what Potlem does best, and he's never afraid to use the same trick in a row to make the most of it.

The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers has been doing nothing all these years, and he is also playing in the mountains and rivers while avoiding the pursuit of the Imperial Magician, so it is no accident that such a hidden location in Dragon Valley was discovered by him. This situation directly led to his ignorance of Potlem and his unfamiliarity with natural magic.

Arcane, nature, summoning, and magic today should be divided into these three major factions. While most of the magicians on the continent are arcane or summoning, the inhabitants of the islands in the South Seas are all natural magicians, and although they are all branches of the human race, they have inherited different magic. According to the story of the legendary creator god, since the right hand of the god appeared on the mainland, it is possible that the left hand may have spread natural magic in the South Seas.

The Phantom King had never seen this form of magic, but he was experienced in combat, and he immediately made a judgment and divided into several clones to form a formation to meet the enemy.

This is the horror of illusion magic, the combat power of each illusion is not strong, but if these illusions use the combined formation, they can exert unimaginable power. There are not many formations in the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King Society, but each of them is very practical, and as soon as his heart moves, several illusions cast spells simultaneously, and immediately synthesize an enchantment-type protective shield, blocking the footsteps of the green breath.

The life force was drawn from the woods in an endless stream, and then gathered in front of Potlem, and then he urged him to charge at the Phantom King. These green breaths are like maggots on tarsal bones, although they can't break through the protective shield, they cover them layer by layer until they block all the light in and out, and from the outside they look like a green upside-down pot bottom.

The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers felt the pressure increase at this time, because this protective shield had already begun to break. The green life force slowly seeped into the shield, gradually dissolving it. The old man could see that if this stalemate continued, his shield would sooner or later become a cage to encircle him.

Blind defense is not the way to win after all, and the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers decided to take the initiative to attack once to test the opponent's ability. Taking the initiative to remove the protective shield, several illusions once again combined to unleash an attack formation, from which a large number of wind blades several feet long surged out, wringing the moss-like life force to pieces.

The bottom of the green pot was directly broken, and several identical old men flew out of it, and then they were divided into several positions in the air, surrounding Potlem who was standing on the ground. The situation became favorable to the Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers in the blink of an eye, because of the condescending reasons, the other party's every move was under his control.

Poolem closed his eyes and felt carefully, only to find that each illusion had the breath of the other, and even he couldn't tell which was real and which was false.

When the situation is unclear, it is important not to attack lightly, so as not to expose flaws. Instead of panicking, Potlime tightened his crutch and slammed it to the ground, as if to take root in the earth.

The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers had the upper hand, and naturally wanted to take the opportunity to launch a new round of attacks, and several illusions sent various magical energies to the center together. He was a multi-lineage wizard himself, but it was only later that he learned illusion magic, and he put his previous arcane magic aside. Light, darkness, water, fire, earth and wind, these are the six systems of arcane magic, and these illusions also happen to stand in the position of the magic hexagram, emitting specific magic from each corner, combining into a wonderful set of killing arrays.

There is only one thing in this world that can have the brightness of light, the destruction of darkness, the coldness of water, the scorching heat of fire, the thickness of earth, and the agility of wind at the same time.

Lightning!The sharpest sword in the universe!(Taken from Guo Moruo's "Qu Yuan", the original text: Ah, electricity! You are the sharpest sword in the universe!My long sword was pulled out by someone, but you, you can pull out my visible long sword, you can't pull out my invisible long sword.) Electricity, your sword in the universe, is also the sword in my heart. Split, split, split!Take this darkness that is stronger than iron, split, split, split!)

It can emit the brightest light, it can destroy the strongest things, it is as cold as cold water, and it is as hot as a flame, sometimes it is like a wall of earth that makes people's hearts depressed, sometimes like a gust of cold wind that makes people's hairs stand on end.

Lightning is the most god-like natural phenomenon in nature, and it is the ultimate form of the Arcane Six magic combination. The six kinds of magic quickly converged into a red thundercloud in the air, and lightning flashed in it, faintly bursting with god-like power.

Potlime had already felt the tremendous pressure before the thundercloud had formed, and when the thundercloud formed, he felt the cloud lock on him, as if it would follow wherever he went.

Hide, he must not be able to hide, and Portlem has no intention of dodging, because his body really can't stand the toss. A strong soul and a weak body are the most realistic descriptions of Portleme. If he had Lipsus's ability to protect his body with his soul, perhaps his strength would have reached a higher level.

Without the protection of the power of the soul, Potleime can rely on the protection of nature, and he stands on the earth to use the whole land as his protector.

The tumbling thundercloud finally spat out its first bolt of lightning, and a red, withered red light fell directly above Potlem's head.

Feeling a tingling in his scalp, Potlaim immediately invoked the magic of nature and melted himself into the earth. The lightning that hit itself was all channeled into the earth, and once this anti-heaven power entered the earth, it was immediately differentiated and absorbed, and dissipated without a trace.

After the first fell, then the second, thicker bolt of lightning struck, and Potlem still took it with his eyes closed, as if it didn't hurt him.

The third and fourth courses...... Ten bolts of lightning slashed down, and the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King also slightly felt that the loss of spiritual power was a little serious, and quickly retracted the illusion, re-fused into a body, and landed on the ground next to him.

Potlime's body withstood ten stronger and stronger lightning bolts, and he transferred most of them to the earth, and his body was still not lightly injured, and this body was on the verge of collapse.

The blood oozing from the corners of his mouth revealed the outcome of the contest, and Portlem was still slightly inferior after all. He pursued computational efficiency so much that he would rather let his body endure lightning a few times than consume too much mental power to defend himself, causing his physical body to be unable to withstand it in the first place. However, the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King didn't dare to take it lightly at this time, after all, his consumption was even greater just now.

"Your Excellency, good means. Potlem spoke, which is usually a sign that he may not be going to fight.

"You're not bad, but it's a pity that your body isn't strong enough, otherwise the one who loses might be me. "The Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King has no element of modesty, he has grasped the weaker point of the opponent's flesh and directly attacked his body, which is a narrow victory.

"Defeat is defeat, old decay admits defeat. "Potlaim has an indescribable stubbornness at this time.

"Can you tell the old man who you are?" The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers only knew that he was from the South Seas until now, and he didn't know who he really was.

"Your Excellency will know when you go back, are you willing to let the old decay go now?" said Portlem calmly, and there was an obvious element of convincing in this sentence.

The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers didn't know his purpose, and seeing that he was old, it was estimated that he would not live for a few days. Besides, if he really fights hard, the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King is afraid that it will not be comfortable, so just let him go.

"Please, I hope I can fight you again in the future. "The Phantom King of Ten Thousand Soldiers has won, so naturally everything is easy to say.

Poolem let out a long sigh and vanished in place, leaving only one sentence in the wind: "It's time to give it to the young." ”

After Potlem left, the trees around him quickly withered and withered, turning into a desolate place covered in fallen leaves, which made his words even more sentimental.

Hearing this, the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King seemed to have some feelings, but then shook his head and smiled: "This old guy still refuses to admit defeat. If you lose, you can make excuses, you're old, I'm not old?"

Laughing and laughing, the Ten Thousand Soldiers Phantom King couldn't stop laughing, he lifted the clothes on his arm, revealing a large piece of green "skin", and he still inadvertently made a move.

"It turns out that I am also old. With a slight wave of his hand, the green skin faded and returned to its original loose and age-spotted skin.

No one can escape the constraints of the laws of nature, the old will still be old, and the damned will still die, but fortunately he has a smart student, which can be regarded as a continuation of his own thoughts.

No one noticed that at the root of a dead tree, there was a small grass that had just sprouted and was experiencing the beauty of life.