Lin Zhao didn't hear the last word the old mage said. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old mage's lecture this night seemed to suddenly open a door for him, and the light outside the door was dazzling, as if the dazzling sunlight fell directly from the sky, directly crashed into his eyes, and frightened him at once.

It was a myriad of aura.

Lin Zhao felt countless spiritual lights surging at the door, as if they were blocked by some invisible barrier, crowded and difficult to enter.

It's like when he read too many online novels in his previous life, and suddenly one day he had the idea to write one of his own. At that time, countless stories of inspiration came to him, but they couldn't come out of his head, and his hand touched the computer keyboard, and he didn't type a word for an hour.

So he knew that writing novels was not his talent, and he left the keyboard with both hands and gave up the codeword.

But this time he couldn't!

Learning magic is not writing a novel, it is not a whim, how can you give up when you have difficulties?

The magic was close at hand, he had already seen the light, how could he give up?

He struggled to stand at the door of the magic, groping earnestly that the door had opened, and the key was how he took that step.

Both the old mage and Sindra seemed to notice Lin Zhao's state, and they each sat on the futon, quietly watching Lin Zhao, without making a sound to disturb him.

The moon moved little by little in the night sky outside the lobby, and the moonlight that poured into the lobby changed shape.

Suddenly, the old mage and Sindra saw Lin Zhao open his eyes, those eyes were as black as ink, as if they were filled with some kind of inexplicable power, and in an instant, all the rune energy in the entire hall was shocked.

"Disperse!"

Lin Zhao opened his mouth to speak, and in those dark pupils, there was suddenly a light circulating and disappearing.

Both the old mage and Sindra suddenly felt some kind of change in the hall that was difficult to see with the naked eye, which made the two of them irrepressibly panic.

"What's going on!?"

The old mage frowned and asked. He wanted to use the "Caring Eye" to observe Lin Zhao's current state, but the moment he used the magic, he found that there was not a single trace of rune energy around his body to respond to his call and come to form magic.

"It seems to be too much...... Lin Zhao scratched his head and blinked his dark eyes, "Teacher, can my magic be called 'Mage Retreat' or 'Forbidden Demon Domain'?" ”

Only then did the old mage and Sindra understand what was going on, for them, as magicians, losing their runic energy was like a fish leaving water, no wonder they felt panicked.

"You...... Remove the magic first. The old mage subconsciously wiped his forehead - though he wasn't sure if there was sweat coming out of his forehead.

Lin Zhao nodded, withdrew the magic as he said, and his eyes suddenly returned to normal, black and white. He scratched his head, a little puzzled: "Teacher, it's hard for this kind of magic to help Senior Sister Sindra's meditation, right?" ”

Sindra sat on the futon next to her and her face turned pale, and this magic certainly wouldn't help her cultivation.

This would only completely ban her meditation practice!

Thinking about when she was meditating, Lin Zhao suddenly used a magic spell, and all the rune energy left her in an instant, what kind of cultivation did she play?

It's literally killing her!

Like Lin Zhao, she waited for the old mage's answer, and her worries were all on her face.

The old mage smiled and did not answer the question directly. I don't know if it's an illusion, Lin Zhao felt that the old mage smiled a little reluctantly.

The old mage said, "Don't worry. Sindra, you start meditating now. Lin Zhao, you come to meditate in tune, let's give it a try. ”

Sindra was suspicious, glanced at Lin Zhao with inexplicable eyes, and then closed her eyes and meditated. Lin Zhao also closed his eyes and began to meditate.

That's when he felt the difference around him.

After Lin Zhao put away the magic he had just comprehended, all the rune energy that he had drunk out of the hall poured back. While Sindra meditated, the runic energies became manic again, as if they could explode at any moment.

But this time, Lin Zhao didn't feel the danger.

He felt that no matter how violent and ferocious those rune energies were, they were like little sheep in front of him, and they could only surrender to him, just like Sun Wukong was to the palm of the Buddha, and Li Kui was to Song Jiang.

So he settled down and focused on his cultivation, while using the tentacle-like runic energy that he could control very little, in tune with the runic energy that was tyrannical like a hurricane as Syndra meditated.

Even if the speed of the harmony was nowhere near the speed of the fuse burning in the powder keg, he didn't care.

The old mage stood up from the top of the futon, and the wind outside the door blew into the hall, blowing his white beard flying incessantly. As early as when Sindra and Lin Zhao started meditating, he used the magic of "Caring Eye" on both Sindra and Lin Zhao at the same time.

He frowned, silently observing the meditative state of the two people, and raised the staff in his hand in the air, ready to prevent accidents at any time and use the "Forbidden Demon Hand".

Syndra's meditative state was becoming more and more unstable, and it seemed as if she herself was already feeling the danger. Her face was a little pale, and her slender and delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, faintly revealing her uneasiness. But she still refused to give up her cultivation, clenched her teeth, and insisted on meditation that would make the rune energy explode at any time.

The old mage paid attention to Sindra's meditative state through the "Caring Eye", but he was far from being able to observe as accurately as Lin Zhao.

The communication with the rune energy was almost Lin Zhao's instinct.

In Lin Zhao's perception, the fuse of the powder keg was already on the verge of burning.

Suddenly, the runic energy around Sindra's body violently stirred, as if a huge vortex formed by an inexplicable force in the deep sea was about to collapse. The old mage only realized it at this time, and a cold sweat oozed from his head in an instant.

The old mage hurriedly smashed his staff to the ground and used the "Forbidden Hand".

And at this moment, Lin Zhao's voice suddenly sounded.

"Retreat."

The voice was extremely calm, but it was an unquestionable command.

The runic energy that had been so manic that it seemed to tear everything in the lobby apart received the order and withdrew from the lobby in the blink of an eye.

The old mage's staff fell to the ground, and the "forbidden demon hand" was held in his consciousness, and it actually fell into the vacancy, which was difficult to use, which made the old mage uncomfortable for a while.

But in any case, the bomb that was about to explode disappeared at this moment, and the lobby was finally safe.

Sindra opened her eyes, shook her body, and sat on the futon and staggered.

The old mage swallowed, finally suppressing the discomfort caused by the failure of the magic. He glanced at Lin Zhao and said, "Lin Zhao, your own magic, you can decide the name yourself." ”