"Do you see the three roads ahead?"

In the spacious space, looking at the three roads that were divided into three roads in front of him, Myerdo said with a solemn face.

Ahead, inky black trees and silver trees stand silently, dividing the road into three.

On the middle road, wisps of golden light were spreading, paved on the middle road, exuding wisps of divine aura.

On the left, the silver tree stands quietly, the silver leaves gently swaying, hanging down the silver light, looking holy and beautiful.

As for the road on the far right, it was filled with black, and it looked unremarkable and unremarkable.

This represents three paths for people of three different identities to pass.

"The middle path is only qualified for the owner to pass, and even if this unknown adult still has a corpse before his death, then he should also enter the mausoleum through this road. ”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Myerdo spoke: "Only the owner of the mausoleum, or the descendants and relatives of the owner of the mausoleum, are qualified to walk this road, and if the rest of the people go, it will cause unpredictable consequences." ”

"The silver path on the left, if nothing else, should represent guests, and only those who are welcome are entitled to walk. ”

"And what about the last road?"

Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked rhetorically.

"Nature is for the undesirable. ”

Speaking of this, Myerdo's face was calm, but his eyes were very solemn: "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, then you can also take the left road to try it, but once the appraisal is not passed, the consequences are more serious than taking the right road." ”

"What kind of bullshit rules and etiquette is this. ”

Hearing this, Raman immediately frowned, a little unable to understand the purpose of doing so.

If you really don't want people to pass, then just block the road, judging from the level of the ruins in front of them, the two official wizards are powerless to resist at all, so they want to set up such a ritual at the entrance.

"This is a death ritual handed down in ancient times, and it has its own meaning of existence. ”

Meldo was noncommittal, and pointed directly to a stone tablet carved outside the index meter.

"This is the covenant and contract between the living and the dead... If the outsiders who embark on the path of death do not pass the identification, their souls will be devoured and bound by the Tree of Death, and they will become the guardians of the Sun Emperor..."

Looking at the stone tablet in the distance, and the words written on it in the Quran, Raman read it word by word, and then his face turned pale.

"I understand now. ”

Meldo turned and looked at the stone monument in front of him, and after a long time raised his arm and pointed to the trees in front of him: "These are the trees of death, once you die on the road, the soul will be sucked into those trees, and it will be sealed in this mausoleum for eternity, guarding this ruins." ”

"Is there any way to crack it?"

Looking at the stele in front of him and listening to Meldo's words, Raman frowned and asked directly.

"Absolutely. ”

Myrdor turned around and looked at his face, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Sacrifice you!

Rumble!!

A violent explosion sounded in place, as if something had suddenly exploded, and a blood-colored figure appeared in front of Raman, with an extra scimitar in his hand, and slashed directly at the other party.

Touch!!

The blades of the sword danced at high speed and tore through the air around them, and the blood-colored scimitar trembled slightly, making a low sound like a baby's wail, which was terrifying.

This one slashed directly at the other party's body, and the sword wind on it carried it together, as if it was slashed on a thick piece of flesh and blood, splashing a piece of flesh and blood, staining the surrounding earth with blood.

With a bang, Raman fell to the ground, and there was a long laceration on his chest, from which he could even see the internal organs.

"You... Why!!"

Suddenly encountering such a heavy blow from his companion, Rahman's eyes widened, and he looked at Meldo in front of him in disbelief, his eyes revealing a deep incomprehension.

"Hey, hey... Don't you want to know how to get through this road? It's actually quite simple. ”

Standing in place, holding a blood-colored scimitar in his right hand, Meldo had a sinister smile on his face, and with his blood-colored red robe, he looked like a devil who had crawled out of the battlefield: "Except for surviving it with his own strength, anyone who wants to pass the lost path only needs to sacrifice the same soul as a price to pass this path." ”

"Otherwise, you think I'll be so kind as to share the relics I've worked so hard to find with you?"

The crazy voice kept sounding in front of him, and before the words had completely fallen, a blood-colored scimitar with a blood-colored sword wind slashed straight down.

Raman barely moved his body, rolled to the side from the spot, and dodged the knife in a very thrilling position.

The scimitar that split the air slashed straight on the ground, just as it was cut on a piece of tofu, and directly cut a long dent on the ground, startling a piece of rubble.

"Don't pretend, do you think I don't know you're talking to me?"

Wearing a red robe and holding a blood-colored scimitar, Myrdor looked at the embarrassed Raman on the ground and sneered: "You think I can't see it, as early as when you first entered the ruins, you were ready to attack me." ”

"Ahem..." A slight cough sounded in place, and although the voice was old, it did not have the slightest sense of weakness that an old man should have.

Under Meldo's gaze, Raman rose from his place, the horrible wound on his chest that looked horrible but didn't seem to affect him at all.

"I thought I wouldn't get to this point until I saw something worth doing. ”

Standing up from the spot as if nothing had happened, Laman's face was indifferent, and he looked at Meldo with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man: "I didn't expect to come to this point just here." ”

"You know what?"

Myerdo sneered, "Do you know what this place is?"

"This is the tomb of the last pure-blood emperor of the ancient elves, and in terms of strength, it is at least comparable to a fifth-level wizard, far beyond the level of the current wizarding world. ”

"Such a great being, even if the things on its body only leak a little, are worth the life of an official wizard, and it is only a matter of time before he turns his face. ”

Speaking of this, a sinister smile appeared on his face again: "Since sooner or later you are going to turn your face, it is better to let your soul pave the way ahead for me!!"

The brilliant blood-colored knife light danced rapidly, emitting a soft sound in the surrounding space, and just sounding like it made people's minds swollen and painful, and they felt uncomfortable.

A powerful spiritual power poured out, suppressing the other party's spirit in an instant, causing the face of Raman standing opposite to change greatly, revealing an expression of disbelief: "You have reached the transformation period!!"

"Haha! It's too late to know now!"

Meldo moved fiercely, taking advantage of the moment when the other party was suppressed, the scimitar in his hand emitted a blood-colored brilliance, and slashed straight at the other party, making a loud noise.

After receiving this blow, half of Raman's body exploded directly, and a violent force passed into his body along the other party's bend, almost tearing half of his body apart, completely losing the power to act.

The next moment, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and suddenly exploded in place, all splashing on Meldo's body, like high-intensity sulfuric acid, causing his skin to continue to corrode.

A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out, looking old but powerful, and stabbed straight forward, piercing Myrdor's chest completely, and blood-stained arms emerging from the other end.

At first glance, Meldo was like a nobody, his face was bloody, and he kept wielding the blood-colored scimitar in his hand like a madman.

Bump! Bump! Bump!

A violent crash sounded in place, and a sharp blood-colored scimitar kept slashing at Raman's body, as if it was chopping meat, and it was forced to cut it into a ball of flesh, and no shape could be seen.

But even so, the current Raman is still not dead, there is still a little life force attached to the remaining flesh, a little flesh is constantly growing, and it seems that it is still healing.

"It's over!!"

Looking at the mass of flesh and blood in front of him, Myrdor had a crazy smile on his face, and all the mana in his body was injected into the scimitar in his right hand, making the scimitar glow blood-colored, looking strange and bloody, and then slashed down directly.

Rumble!!!

A loud explosion sounded in place.

In front of Meldor, he was slashed by a blood-colored scimitar, and the inhuman-shaped mass of flesh immediately exploded, and the scattered flesh splattered everywhere, staining Meldo's face a bloody color.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Feeling the complete disappearance of the flesh and blood life in front of him, Myerdo laughed maniacally, and with his honor at this time, people couldn't help but think of a madman.

He took the life of an official wizard with his own hands, and the scimitar in his hand also changed a little, and the blood that was originally stained on it slowly disappeared, as if it had been sucked by the blood-colored scimitar.

A blazing white light lit up in place, and a little mist slowly rose, condensing into a human form, and rushed directly to the huge stone tablet in front of it, causing the stone tablet to glow with a faint golden light.

Hiding in the corner, quietly watching this scene, including Andrew and Sisti, several wizard apprentices were afraid to look directly at Meldo in front of them.

With Raman's death, their parasitism has been unraveled, but despite this, they are still imprisoned here.

Meldo's mental power was pressing on them, not only imprisoning their actions to a certain extent, but also bringing them great pressure, as long as they moved, they would be immediately detected by the other party.

This is an absolute difference in the level of life, a formal wizard, as long as there is still spiritual power, it is only a simple matter to suppress an apprentice.