Ordinary creatures, even if they have several bloodline factors related to spells in their bodies, will only be eliminated in the final evolution, leaving only the most suitable host.

The energy generated in the body will also be fully supplied to this bloodline factor, thus condensing a special ability, the heart of magic.

As for the white fish people, when they were born, they may have other spell bloodline factors in their bodies that originally belonged to them, but after the ability to transform bones was enhanced, it is estimated that they have been suppressed in the deepest part of the bloodline by the ability to transform bones.

At this moment, the heart of the Moonlight Flame spell condensed, and although the white fish man's ability to transform bones was not condensed, the energy he possessed was much weaker than that of the Moonlight Flame, but it was not to be underestimated.

Under this wonderful reaction, the two actually got along harmoniously, and even the ability to transform bones was driven by the enhancement of the moonlight flame.

By chance, the White Fish Man is a rare existence that has the potential to possess two spell hearts.

The blurred consciousness of the white fish man was immersed in the sea of consciousness, and outside, in the lake at this time, the white fish man had completely fallen asleep, and his body was unconsciously floating with the current in the lake.

When condensing the heart of the Moonlight Flame spell, the misty moonlight that naturally gathered outside the body of the White Fish Man also began to dissipate rapidly as the White Fish Man's soul successfully connected with the Moonlight Flame.

The light dissipated, revealing the body of the white fishman inside, becoming whiter as jade, and the newly grown armor became stronger under the scorching heat of the moonlight.

The wound on the left shoulder has completely healed, but the missing left arm has not grown.

Obviously, the Moonlight Flame has strengthened the body of the White Fish Man, and the strength, agility, physique, and even the unknown soul of the White Fish Man at this moment have been strengthened by the Moonlight Flame.

Trauma in the body, with a strengthened physique, quickly recovers as before.

The ability to transform bones has undergone some transformations under the collision with the flame of the moonlight, and it has been roasted and smelted more refined, and the bone-transforming energy of the whole body has turned into a white liquid, gathering at the backbone of the white fish man, and the white fish man can control the bone transformation ability more wishfully.

The next step is for the white fish man's body to absorb and brew enough bone-turning energy to condense his own bone-turning spell heart.

It's just that the Whitefish People haven't woken up yet.

The Whitefishman fell into a coma because he fused with Moonlight Flame, the heart of a spell that was not his own at all.

Although the fusion was successful, the soul of the white fish man was already associated with the flame of the moonlight, but after all, this was not a spell ability that had been cultivated since birth, and under the rejection reaction, the soul of the white fish man was shocked and fell into a passive coma.

The soul and the sea of consciousness are wonderful things, and ordinary creatures can't touch things at this level.

Even beings who have condensed the heart of magic don't know much about the soul at all.

Soul level damage is often the most fatal.

It will take until the shocked soul of the white fish man is completely calmed, and I don't know how much time it will take.

The body of the white fish man was drifting in the lake, and in the deep lake, a giant fish beast dozens of meters long roamed from a distance.

It caught a glimpse of the white fish-man floating in the lake and falling into a coma.

Such a large piece of meat is not easy to catch, and the giant fish did not hesitate to step forward and swallow the white fish man in one gulp.

Swinging its tail, the giant fish burps and swims gracefully in one direction.

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Swordsman Xitu walked towards the Sword Blade Clan Hall with Sziga in one hand with his feet cut off.

Along the way, he met the surprised and questioning eyes of his clansmen, and Xitu did not give any explanation.

However, Si Xijia, who knew the identity of the traitor, did not hide it, and angrily cursed at the clansman who should have been his dependence.

The eyes of the clansmen gradually changed from surprise to disgust in the angry scolding of Sciga.

Xitu came to the front of the hall, stepped on the ground with both feet, and carried Ssiga directly into a height of seven or eight meters, falling into the second floor of the hall.

In order to prevent Szega from speaking out in front of the sages and shamans, Situ took out an iron nail from his pocket and pinned his upper and lower lips together before Ssika could react.

Dragging Szega, who was whining and wailing, Xitu calmly pushed open the door of the room.

"How did I bring him back alive. Baroque didn't even look at Scyga, his eyes fell on Hittu's face.

The swordsman Situ briefly repeated what Ssiga had said earlier.

"Is there really such a spell that once the target dies, you can get the target's memory thousands of miles away?" said Xitu in disbelief.

Baroque did not answer Seetu's words, and turned his gaze to the chieftain, the sword saint Samuro, with a decisive gaze.

Then you got Samuro's reply, and you looked at it.

Baroque did not waste time, and walked up to Schiga, whose wailing was getting quieter.

Secretly, Ssiga dared to curse the young orc shaman, and now that Baroque was close in front of him, Ssiga showed a look of great fear.

Every orc knows the horror of the shaman.

Staring at the baroque's inky black pupils, Sziga only felt a terrifying and cold thought suddenly emerge from those pupils and penetrate deep into his consciousness.

The next moment, Baroque drew the short knife at his waist and neatly cut off the head of Szega, who had not yet returned to his senses.

"Zuherd, taste the vibrations of my thoughts......" Baroque said as he stared at the headless corpse of Sciga, and suddenly said with a feverish expression.

As a long-established orc shaman in the steppe of excellence, Zuhd has always been the object that Baroque wants to surpass and defeat.

At this moment, the presence of Ssiga gave Baroque the opportunity to secretly deliver a blow to Zuhed, which made Baroque feel happy.

"Shaman, haven't you exposed your life map!" Several swordsmen in the room looked shocked.

Once the life roadmap is revealed, it means that the treasure land is no longer a treasure land belonging to the Sword Blade Clan.

When the time comes, the Superior Tribe will follow the ass of the Sword Blade Clan across the desert and enter the treasure land, and the Sword Blade Clan will still be in a difficult situation.

"Don't worry. Baroque put away his feverish expression and turned to smile.

"The life roadmap is a route that I spent ten years cruising in the terrible desert of death after becoming a shaman, hovering on the edge of life and death several times. ”

"How could I have put such an important roadmap of life on a mere hide, and risk it as bait?"

Baroque pointed to his head: "The real roadmap of life is all imprinted in my head. ”

Hearing this, the five swordsmen smiled and gave a thumbs up to Baroque in reverence, a shaman envoy is a shaman oracle.

And the sword saint Samuro on the side also smiled slightly, looking at his expression, he already knew everything that Baroque didn't know.

The chief and the shaman, old and young, cooperate very tacitly.