Power is power.

Faced with a mountain of bones, Bran was unmoved simply because there was no need. If you can draw power directly from the sea of magic, why covet bones that don't have a few taels of flesh?

Moreover, he is different from most wizards. Without the restraint of his body, this kind of similar power could not make up for the loss, but only turned into a part of the many mottled magic on his body, which was slowly absorbed by him.

It's — it's just too wasteful.

If only the flesh were still there, he would have the opportunity to combine these fruits with a common nature.

Now, under tremendous pressure, he has to return to the sea of magic to face the mountain-like skeletons.

Bran sighed helplessly as he watched the various tributaries flow around him, and watched a branch of his body penetrate into the void through the connection between the underworld. It's not that he doesn't have power, it's just that when his body turns into a passage for his soul, he is destined to have such an embarrassing situation - he can no longer use all his strength in battle.

A wisp of magic slowly poked out of Bran's body, clinging gently to a piece of bone. After that, he didn't move, just because he felt an unusually strong resistance.

This resistance came not only from the dying bones, but also from himself.

"I am magic. Bran couldn't help but whisper, "Magic will find a way out." ”

With a whisper, wisps of magic spread out of his body, heading towards the entanglement of bones around him. He decided to give everything to instinct, to the will that remained in the midst of many bones.

As the magic entwined, the murmur of muttered whispers reached the heart. Each remaining will is eager to tell its own story, refusing to give in to each other.

Fragmented sounds intertwine into fragmented stories. It was in this fragmentation that a magnificent picture was formed before Bran's eyes, allowing him to see the vicissitudes of time.

Each will has a similar ending, coming here with surprise, anticipation, and apprehension......

As a result, the chaotic sound gradually unified and gradually became grandiose.

Bran listened quietly, listening to the small fragments of sound converge into a hoarse roar, which at its highest pitch turned into a feeble sigh, and everything came to an abrupt end.

As the sound faded, a bone wand hovered in front of Bran under the twist of magic. And those mountain-like bones have disappeared without a trace.

The cane is uneven, covered with large and small pomegranate-like bumps and depressions. A thin chain was wrapped around the staff at will, wriggling slightly like a snake from time to time. Accompanied by the squirming, a quiet voice sounded, as if a long sigh, and the aftermath was endless.

The traces of time did not disappear, but turned into a layer of black smoke, giving the bone staff and chains a dull gray-yellow.

......

When Bran appeared in front of everyone with a half-carrying bone staff, he was greeted not only with joy, but also with disgust.

"You said you were just going in for a while, but it turned out to be a few years. ”

"I was fascinated by the story and lost track of time. ”

"There's been no wind here, so we didn't care. Dani shook her head, "We didn't realize something was wrong until Lily came back and Flowey was still holding you back from anyone bothering you."

What the hell is going on in the sea of magic?"

"You may not believe it. Bran shook the bone staff slightly, "It can be said that a lot has happened, or it can be said that nothing has happened.

Listening to the remnants of the ancient will tell many stories, and unintentionally making a stick. ”

Bran seems to be understated, but he can't hide the pride in his heart. So everyone focused their eyes on the bone staff, but unfortunately no one could see the benefits.

Bran was disappointed by this, and so was the crowd.

Dani raised her voice slightly, "In the past few years, Huahua still hasn't found anything. During this period, Lando and Lanjia secretly ran out several times, and they never encountered any danger. After that, I wandered around the neighborhood several times, but I still didn't find anything. ”

Bran clenched his grip on the bone staff, and after a long time said in a tone of uncertainty, "Perhaps, I was wrong, or perhaps the more powerful beast was just passing by." ”

Facing Bran, who was still stubborn, Dani changed the topic in another direction: "Lily has been wanting to talk to you since she came back, and it seems that there are some tricky things. ”

Bran sighed slightly, "Winged City is going to split up." ”

Looking at the somewhat surprised crowd, Bran did not continue to explain, but said: "It's good to come back, I can worry less, just come back, I can also let go and do some things." ”

Dani frowned slightly, "You don't want to see her right away?"

Bran tightened the bone staff in his hand, "I'll deal with the trouble here a little bit first." ”

......

Ever since it returned, the Root had been pondering what had caused the anomaly to change, but the clueless concentration had made it irritable.

It struggled to recall every detail of the trip, trying to find some clues. But through careful comparison, I found that I was much stronger than the other party.

Yes, I'm much stronger than the little beast, at least more than its magic. Although the abundance of magic does not tell the whole story, the root of the manic begins to ignore it.

"Obviously I'm much stronger than the other party, why do I have no clue?"

yes, why? Mogen couldn't figure it out......

Until a wave of magic came in from the void, interrupting its self-examination.

"Is anyone home?"