Wren has experienced two soul transformations, but none of them have been so easy.

There is no pain, no soul tearing, only an indescribable sense of pleasure, and the whole person is like soaking in a bathtub at the right temperature, as if throwing away the heavy shackles.

The Soul World Tree in my mind was growing tall at a rapid pace.

Every leaf is glowing.

Countless soul powers transformed their own power, urging them to transform their souls, and that comfortable feeling made Wren intoxicated.

He was feeling the soul change, and his mind was still thinking.

What the hell is going on?

After thinking about it, it should be related to the fact that he fused the will of truth and lifted the blood soul curse.

The human soul has become weak due to the blood soul curse, and the talent is extremely poor, and the transcendent can only fight the curse through the elixir refined by the soul devouring herb, and when the soul power is strong, the soul will be torn apart with the potion, and the soul will be stimulated to evolve and transform to a higher stage in the pain.

This is a unique way of cultivation for human beings, which is dangerous and painful, but there is no other choice.

Races other than humans, such as elves, dwarves and even trolls, do not have a blood soul curse, they are born with a strong bloodline, and their souls have reached a certain level, and they can be transformed without the soul transformation ritual.

Only when you rank Legends, it can be a little troublesome.

After the curse is lifted, he will no longer have to rely on the Soul Eater herb, just like humans thousands of years ago!

Wren found himself a little post-conscious.

He lifted the Blood Soul Curse when he was a third-level wizard, but he hadn't thought about it before, so he didn't accumulate a lot of soul power to break through, and he was promoted to a middle-level wizard through the soul transformation ritual.

If it weren't for this accident, it would probably have been a long time before he woke up.

He felt the metamorphosis carefully.

Without the Soul Transformation Ritual, there is naturally no pain.

And the efficiency of metamorphosis is also much higher.

The normal soul transformation ritual determines the degree of soul transformation according to the length of time, and the longer the time, the better, and finally the point of perfect soul transformation can be reached.

Other races are different, and when they transform, what determines their future potential is the current level of soul power accumulation.

For Rennes, this is not a problem at all.

Ruin Anselam is a legendary high-level arcanist, their soul is many times more powerful than ordinary people, after the phone is absorbed, even if only a small part is converted into electricity, for a sixth-level wizard, the soul power is unimaginably large.

Because this metamorphosis is different, mobile phones have also changed.

Wren saw that the three circles representing the power of electricity merged into one, and a progress bar appeared next to it, slowly pushing forward.

He immediately understood that this progress bar was the degree of his transformation.

"It will take about ten minutes for the soul transformation to be over. ”

Wren judged it for a while, so he didn't pay attention to it for the time being, because there were more important things in front of him, and the crisis in the floating city had not been resolved.

He hid in the pit, a huge torrent of energy sweeping overhead.

This is the purest arcane energy flowing from the core of Eola, and when unrestrained, it has terrifying destructive power, and any beam of energy hitting the body is similar to an iridescent ray.

Wren came out just now, if it weren't for the third-level steel body, it was estimated that he would have turned into ashes.

This pit was on the edge of the rune circle, far away from the center of the explosion, and only a little energy rushed into the pit, and the power was not that strong, so Wren could still withstand it.

He shrank his head and hid for more than ten seconds, and finally all the out-of-control energy was vented.

Wren jumped out of the pit.

The entire square was devastated, the ground was washed away by the energy, the rune circle did not leave any traces, and there was a huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters in the middle, three or four meters deep, whether it was a stone slab or soil, it was burned into a glass shape.

The streets around the square were also violently impacted, like the ruins of a bombardment.

The undead creatures that were killed by Wren have long since disappeared.

The necromancer, lich, and death knight who rushed over to stop him just now were all gone, and none of them dared to come near to die.

"I wonder if any enemies were killed?"

Wren gloated, looking up at the sky.

The pillar of light that maintained the portal had disappeared, and without the energy of Iola's core, the portal was gradually shrinking, and the floating city of Naxus had been forcibly pulled back to the astral plane, and it was impossible for it to descend.

After Lu Yin's death, control of the Floating City was immediately taken back by the teacher.

A large protective shield slowly rose and spread outward from the middle of the square, probably due to the residual effects of the explosion of the magic circle, the protective shield opened very slowly, and it seemed that it would take two to three minutes to protect the entire floating city.

Even so, it heralded the end of the invaders.

Wherever the shield passed, whether it was undead creatures, lichs, or death knights, monstrous arcane fire immediately appeared from the void, instantly burning them to ashes.

Those undead creatures that were still falling from the sky fell on the protective shield and burned to debris in the blink of an eye.

Surrounded by the towers of Wezeland, tens of thousands of undead armies were wiped out in ten seconds, and even the bodies could not be found.

This scene scared the enemies in the floating city into disarray.

Lichs and necromancers abandon their opponents and fly into the sky in an attempt to escape back to the floating city of Naxus.

The vast majority of Death Knights are flightless, and can only flee in despair in the floating city, surrounded by wizards and transcendents.

"It's all soul power!"

Wren regretted for a while, but it was a pity that he was in the midst of a soul transformation and couldn't absorb more souls. After this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have the opportunity to harvest souls on such a large scale.

"Whew!"

Ursaz, the Lord of Death, harnessed the massive bone dragon and let out an unwilling roar.

"Retreat. ”

An icy, muffled voice came from under the Death Lord's helmet.

The entrance to the Naxus Floating City contracted, and the steady stream of descending undead finally stopped, and the deep entrance reversed, creating an upward suction.

This suction only works on members of the Floating City of Naxus.

Lichs, necromancers, and death knights, each with a skeletal tiny mirror on their bodies, connected to the Floating City in the sky, and a pillar of light fell down and enveloped their bodies, sucking them into the sky and falling into the entrance of the Floating City.

As for the undead creatures, they were obviously all abandoned.

For the Death Lord, only the Death Knight who is a transcendent is valuable, and the undead creatures are just cannon fodder.

In order to protect the death knight who returned in mid-air, he and Colstead did not stop, and they were still attacking frantically, dragging Anci Vodaus.

Previously, it was Ancy Vodaus who fended off the two of them before they wreaked havoc on the Floating City of Wezeland.

These two Holy Soul level powerhouses can make people have nightmares at night when they hear their names.

However, Ancy Vodaus's fame was greater.

As one of the three giants of the empire, a holy soul wizard who has been famous for thousands of years, one of the greatest spellcasters of Erenus, and the founder of the Mordu sect, Master Anthy is more powerful than the Death Lord.

Colstead, who had just advanced to the rank of Holy Soul, was even more of his student.

The battle between the three of them was actually mainly a duel between the master of Xi'an and the lord of death, and Colstead was only assisting on the side, if he had faced his former teacher alone, he would have been bombarded to death.

After fighting for so long, Ansiwodaus had a slight upper hand, pinning down the two big enemies and not letting them enter the Floating City, and now the situation has reversed, and it is even easier to turn from defense to offense.

This Holy Soul Wizard who specializes in fireball arts, offense is what he does best.

Fireballs flew in the sky, terrifying flames seemed to burn through the sky, and few people in the world could withstand the Holy Soul Wizard's attack spells.

Even with the protection of the Death Lord and Colstead, it is difficult to take care of everyone.

Screams rang out in the sky.

Clouds of ash fell from the sky.

Whether it's a lich, a necromancer, or a death knight, less than half of them make it back to the Floating City.

"It should be fine. ”

Wren let out a long breath, although the damage was great, but the Wezeland Floating City did not crash, which was a blessing in misfortune.

A strange light suddenly lit up in the corner of his eye.

He quickly turned his head to look, and saw that the light was coming from the ruins outside the square, and a pillar of gem was half-hidden in a pile of rubble.

Astral Pillars!

Wren was surprised, he thought the gem had been blown away, but he didn't expect it to be so strong and look intact.

With a snap, he flashed lightning and picked it up.

"Sure enough, it's not broken. ”

Wren wiped the dirt off the astral pillars, and the brilliant gems seemed to contain infinite starlight, without a single crack on the surface.

He put away the priceless gem and glanced around.

Master Lu Yin is not only a treasure of the Astral Pillar, he also has an epic staff, and what about his space equipment?

I have made a great contribution today, and I will take Luin's relics as trophies, isn't it too much?

Wren sprang into action immediately.

The ruins around the square were so large that he couldn't find them after a few searches, so he raised his war hammer and smashed it hard, and lightning swept out, sending the rubble and garbage of the ruins flying.

Boom Boom!

After smashing three or four times in a row, he finally revealed half of the lilac cane in a corner.

"Found it!"

Wren opened the garbage and pulled out the staff, and sure enough, it was the one that Lu Yin had before his death, about one meter eight long, with a simple shape, and a purple streamer tied to the head of the staff, which was windless and automatic, exuding a faint arcane brilliance.

He didn't look closely, and directly threw the staff into his spatial ring.

Then he continued to search, and found a gemstone brooch not far away, the brooch shaped like a flower was very delicate, he remembered that this thing was Master Luin's space equipment, and he casually put it in his pocket.

After picking up a few treasures in a row, Wren felt happy.

At this point, the Wezeland Badge was ready to use again, and he took it out to activate an arbitrary door, which appeared on the steps of the Tower.

Osiria, Akaland, and the Ultramarines are all there.

Hines was nowhere to be found, and he should have gone back to lead his holy swordsman.

The enemies outside the entrance were all emptied by arcane fire, and even the corpses of the countless undead killed before were all burned to ashes, and the air was filled with an unpleasant stench.

"Wren ......"

Osilia turned her head and exclaimed, an elusive sparkle in her eyes.

Akadran was also greeted eagerly.

"Boss!" the Ultramarines shouted in unison.

Wren's gaze swept over them one by one, after this battle, both Sicarius and Otto were promoted to legends, and the strength of the other eleven extreme warriors also improved by leaps and bounds, equivalent to ninth-level transcendentals, and four of them had reached the peak of ninth-level and could attack the legend.

He was just about to speak, when he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up.

By this time, the shield had enveloped most of the air, and the teacher was fighting with the Death Lord and Colestedra while casting spells to eliminate the enemies who fled to Naxus.

Outside the protective shield, hundreds of meters behind the teacher.

A dark red figure hovered in midair.

The man was in stealth, his appearance was extremely old, his skin was pale, he had dark eyes, a sparse black beard, a bony body dressed in a gorgeous dark red robe, a fist-sized black orb in his left hand, and an index finger in his right hand, pointing forward.

He was referring to the teacher.

"Lich!"

"And a very terrible and powerful lich!"

Wren's eyelids jumped wildly, he didn't dare to observe this lich with his soul eyes, but he could feel the horror of the other party, and he felt more dangerous than the Death Lord.

He immediately shouted, "Teacher, be careful!"

Ansivodaus also sensed the crisis, and layers of protective spells appeared outside his body, flashing downward at the same time, preparing to hide in the protective shield of the floating city.

However, he was still half a step late.

The Holy Soul Lich hiding in the shadows finished casting the spell, a grim smile rose at the corner of his mouth, his fingers locked on Ancy Vodaus, and he moved forward slightly, and said indifferently:

"Finger of Death!"