He fell to his knees, his arms propped up on the ground, and the pain knocked him down with great pain, sweat already soaking his white robe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was only a few seconds, but in the Blood Spirit Sword Realm, it seemed that he had spent tens of thousands of years of captivity and torture. As soon as the tortured soul fell back into the body, the pain turned over and the sea cramped the internal organs.

Under the hood, his eyes were low, and he couldn't tell whether he was regretting or regretting, maybe both, and a sense of loneliness on the top of an independent mountain.

He's tired of it.

The winner is decided. Even if the destruction of this powerful legendary mage is indeed an exciting thing, if such a process is made, it will inevitably make people feel that this torture is a bit tedious.

Although the long time is only for Reginald, the passage of time is only a matter of seconds.

"Is that all there is to it? It's not like you. You are the Rigginard who can change the odds of everything. General Du Kekao shook his head, his feet pacing around the room as fast as a man, his wrist turning, his blood-drinking sword in his palm, blade downward.

Just raise your sword and drop your hand, and you can pierce him.

"Enjoy the last pain. You will be pierced through the beating heart of this body in the agony of ten thousand swords piercing the heart. Interestingly, due to the alien dimension, your soul will continue to endure that torture for a while after your body is cold, and then it will dissipate. The boots stopped beside them, and the soles of the fallen shoes stirred up a cloud of dust. I will not grant you a happy death, because you have disappointed me. ”

The blood mist gathered again, like vines dragging man into a swamp, ready to pull him into the abyss of torment.

Reginald's hand trembled and groped into his arms, the pain making his hand unresponsive, but at this moment, there was nothing else he could do.

To defeat him, for that ideal country......

His fingers slid on a hard object, a small brocade box, and he trembled and fumbled for it, flicking the dark brown pill in the box into his mouth. He struggled to suppress the intense vomiting sensation deep in his throat, his throat churning, and he swallowed the pill, hoping that it wouldn't come out with the blood.

His consciousness, somewhat blurred by the severe pain, was pulled again, and he fell into the blood spirit sword realm where the blood mist was churning.

An invisible sharp piercing into his chest, a world completely in the hands of his opponent, a mist condensed into the shape of a sword, sometimes as cold as an ice pick, sometimes as hot as a tong, but there was no thunder and lightning, because Du Kekao didn't have to worry about him escaping the realm, let alone the paralysis of the electric shock to blur the pain in his body.

The pain continued, stinging the twitching heart muscle with great clarity, but consciousness had gradually become erratic......

- "Your old wounds have not healed, and this period of fighting has cost you a lot, and the pills in this box are the work of Dr. Xavier Hart. It can quickly adjust your body to its peak state, but at the cost of depleting your mental power after the potion is effective, you can no longer cast spells, and you need to recuperate for a long time. If you force it in that period of weakness, you will be dissolved. Under the black causal, a gloomy voice sounded coldly.

- "Hmph, you obviously want me to protect your back. I'm not going to lose to a melee mage like you. The uniformed Qianying lowered her sword in her hand and muttered with her mouth curled.

- "Weak chicken, what's wrong with you...... No...... Don't die......"

The dormant sword qi concealed its edge, and the surface of the iron chain that bound his body quickly opened up the cracks. Du Kekao noticed that there was a vast amount of magical energy emanating from his body.

Du Kekao's eyes narrowed, staring at the white-robed mage in front of him, whose demonic energy was constantly soaring, and his heart immediately knew that he had taken Dr. Hart's pills. The emotion in his eyes was surprise and fiery. "Is this your heyday? Reginard. It's just that such a weak body can really carry such terrifying magical energy? He muttered, not as if he was asking him, just talking to himself.

But Reginad wasn't as good as it seemed, just increased energy, and with that drug came great pain.

All the meridians are stretched to the limit, and energy surges through them, passing through them like a shuttle. He should have known that there was no elixir in the world that could adjust people back to their peak moments, and some were just drugs that squeezed their own limits and frantically catalyzed the power in their bodies to the fullness of their bodies.

Theoretically, it's far from the same, but it's not too much different in terms of efficacy.

Every inch of his skin ached, as if it was going to explode at any moment, and his magic, or mixed magic, split and expanded like a bacterium...... Devouring each other, fusing ?!

The light blue luster belongs to the magic of the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri; and the mysterious and corrupt lilac, the strange magic of Varus, which had been incorporated into the body along with Sindra's sigil, but could not be refined. The energy of these two was very thin, and he didn't know how to use it, but at this moment, it was expanding like a square.

The resonance of that kind of magical power, the resonance he felt in Ahri, at this moment, pulled these two magical energies together, fused together!

Varus's magical powers, Reginard, naturally, investigated, and according to his recollections, it was found in an abyss of corruption, soaked in pool water, and flowing into the body.

Reginard knew that this purest form of magic, the magic energy with a deep, rotten aura that went against life, was similar to the power from the cup of Athena's magic, a secondary power that was impregnated by the source power. Although they are not homologous, they are very similar.

But how could the magic of the nine-tailed demon fox be......

- "You are not a demon fox, no matter how weak you are, as long as you absorb enough energy, you can quickly regain your vitality." ”

- "When the spirit is refined by the orb, it will turn into a steady stream of magic. How's it going, isn't it much easier to cultivate than you guys? ”

……

Sure enough, as the general feared, powerful magic rose from his body, but his weak mental power could not control this sudden energy.

A wave of demonic energy broke through the skin of his wrist, and the escaping energy spurted out along with the blood, and the surging power of the magic power did not heal his body's injuries, but instead brought him a heavy load.

I really didn't expect him to take risks and play with fire**, maybe he didn't want to lose after all.

On this basis alone, he was willing to give him a generous burial and a direct death.

However, at this moment, the figure flickering in the magic light slowly stood up, and an hourglass made of magic appeared on the side of the white robe, but there was no fine sand in the hourglass, only water.

The water in the upper half is scarce, and the water level in the other half is already less than half the scale of the capacity and is still rising. The magic vibrated in Reginald's hands, the hourglass flipped and the water level flickered.

The water in the upper cavity also rises and falls, constantly leaking downward, but it seems to be concentrated by some force, although the water level is constantly fluctuating, only a small drop leaks every once in a while, falling into the thin water.

But anyone who knows anything about power can see the energy contained in that small drop.

Those are two energies of a completely different nature.

"The hourglass of life. Secret source magic that only exists in legends. Reginard said, the wound on his wrist slowly healed as if it had never been scarred. You can transform the power of life and the power of magic into each other according to your own wishes. ”

"This is ......" The general couldn't help but take a step back, the Blood Drinker Sword humming uneasily. You got the power of the cup of life?! ”

It's just a secondary power similar to that source.,Although you can complete similar spells.,But the power can't be compared to the real secret source magic.-

In any case, the true secret source magic is also the magic of God's creation of the world. Even in the field of "imitation" born this time, whoever reaches it will die without regrets.

Reginard didn't say anything, just smiled and didn't answer the shocked Du Kekao, as his psychological tactic.

"Then it will soon be mine." Du Kekao grinned and said with a sinister grin. "Now that I control the rules of the Blood Spirit Sword Realm, there are countless ways to defeat you. The only one who is truly undefeated is the one who makes the rules. ”

"It's a pity that the world, even if it's the spiritual realm, has unspoken rules." Reginard smiled, responding to Du Kekao's gaze.

He couldn't wait. He knew that the magic he was about to cast was extremely difficult to control, immeasurable, and perhaps depleted of his power. But that's the enchanting realm that all magicians crave from the bottom of their hearts.

He spoke, his voice drifting into the vastness of the realm.

"Then the rule is time."