Time flies too slowly for Bran, especially the excitement he hoped for. The west and south sides of the continent seem to be tense, but in fact, there is a lot of thunder and little rain.

Compared to those who had gone through a long life, Bran was too impatient. It seems to be indifferent, but it has begun to become impatient.

He knew to hide, to observe, and then to strike deadly when the time came. Even so, it's hard to guarantee that you'll really be able to keep your opponent or get a bargain.

Bran seemed to understand these things, and was very resolute in advising his sister and reassuring his people, but when it was his turn, he completely changed. In his impatience, he made a mistake.

The keys are originally conceived in the sorcerer's body, and they are an extension of the sorcerer's will. He should have continued to seal the bead of water, and then patiently waited for the moment to erase its original owner completely. Or under the wear and tear of the years, smooth out the imprint in it.

But he didn't, and under invisible pressure, many of Bran's actions seemed too urgent.

He sat in the tower and watched the magic flow slowly down the crystal droplets, and under the droplets was still the huge lotus leaf stone basin. The water in the basin is increasing at an extremely slow rate.

Bran was like a stone statue, staring at the droplets of water slowly condensing from beneath the droplets, his brows furrowed. He had always regarded these droplets as ordinary water, but after a few days of polishing and observing, he realized that these water had actually seeped out of the sea of magic.

It is as if the fine sand carried in the clear river water is slowly filtered out by the key. As a result, the key has become more crystalline and sturdy, and is slowly growing at an imperceptible rate.

And what about his keys? The two completely different angles inside and outside the body gave Bran a new discovery.

In the sea of magic, the inky torrent still surrounded him, and the trickle flowing into his body still passed through his body without hurry. The key is contained in the body, like a black pearl. It's just that after many days of not noticing, this pearl appears more rounded.

Everything is in chaos, and someone else's key is a fortress and a barrier. What have I become? How does it seem to be the other way around.

The black pearl seems to have taken root in the body and cannot be moved. It reflects Bran from the sea of magic, forming an illusory yet real image in the present world, a flesh-and-blood man in the eyes of others.

It's good that it's different, but you don't have to worry about losing it. I just don't know what kind of effect it will have if the image is devoured outside?

Bran wants to try it!

As soon as the magic vibrations caused by the water droplets appeared, Bran immediately noticed it. He could have covered it up immediately, but he didn't.

It's already leaked, and there's not much point in covering it up. If that monster could detect it, it would only be a matter of time before it was found. Since you can't hide, then come on.

Now that he has become this ghost, what is there to be afraid of?

You should be afraid of me!

In the sea of magic, the black torrent began to rise with waves, splashes of water, and a gloomy, heavy song gradually became clear, gradually overshadowing the rest of the hustle and bustle.

In the present world, the grand oscillation of magical power gradually spreads slowly around Bran. A cool, dark aura gradually crossed the continent.

In Sandstone City, all the dead stopped moving, howling in unison with the vibration. On the resting place, suddenly the black mist rolled, and the dead raised their weapons in unison. Thousands of souls suddenly appeared on the idols of the gods in the Cult......

In the city of wings, Lily looked up to the east, not knowing how her brother could have gone crazy at this time. Is there something wrong with his mind again? With this question, a snow falcon hurried into the sky.

In the far sea, some powerful beings hidden in the shadows smiled. The power that suddenly appeared was more powerful than ever, and it was also more delicious than ever. That's it, the young people here are even less patient.

For these seasoned hunters, strength is not the key to victory. At this level, calmness and patience are the guarantee of survival.

What happened to the last young man who lost his patience? Too long ago, who bothered to remember the end of a loser.

Accompanied by the wind and rain, the monster that was rushing on the sea couldn't help but pause. The thief seemed to have become more powerful, and even blatantly challenged it. If it does not lose its own keys, then it must be very disdainful of such childish behavior.

In this position, who would act so recklessly?

That thief was able to enter the sea of magic in such a short time, and he was able to resonate with the tide of magic in such a short time.

How long did it take it to get to this point? It can't remember, time doesn't mean much to it anymore. It's just that the key has been lost, and it can't trigger the oscillation of magic in this way. Otherwise, he wants to talk to the other party first.

Last time, I came across a rare piece of food on that reef, which was almost ripe. It wanted to tease first, to dispel the loneliness that had accumulated over the years. Unexpectedly, he suffered a big loss that he will never forget.

It still hadn't figured out how its huge body could be so unbearable that it could be shattered. Fortunately, its body was already dissolved, but by the time he regrouped it, it was too late. It had lost contact with its own keys.

Anger! Venting! That's the only memory of that time.

The tide was raging, and there were countless weak beings gathered there in front of it, which reminded it of some more unpleasant memories. Fighting, blood, and all kinds of powerful beings have fallen along with these humble beings.

It was the same at that time, and it was also kicked off by this group of weak, insignificant villains. It's just that at that time the numbers on both sides were very large, and the sea and the coast were crowded with people. And now, only one side is left to show off its might.

Well, I'll help you out!

Tsunami! On that day, a huge wave roared along the south coast, destroying everything in its path.