Light Magic!

Below the saint, there is no one of the most powerful spells in the light system!

Even the powerful art of summoning the archangel is incomparable to this technique, and the Great Light Law has been firmly in the first position in the history of the Holy See for more than 20,000 years, and among all the light spells that exist, it has never changed.

The threshold for cultivating this technique is super low, but the difficult thing is that the Light Saint Master will also be rare and pitiful.

A very contradictory spell.

As long as it is a baby with the talent of light, the talent is arrogant, and the belief in the god of light is pious, it will be pulled to practice this technique, but it is rare in the history of the Holy See of Light to be able to develop an affinity with this kind of spell and successfully perform it.

In more than 20,000 years of history, there have never been 100 people!

And half of them eventually became the Grand Pope of the Holy See of Light.

And the name Prescott is very ordinary, but when this most powerful spell of the light system is brought later, it becomes noble and unattainable!

Even being in a notorious place like the Inquisition could not stop him from bursting with light.

Maldez finally knew why the Holy Master of Otis let him watch, and issued a holy oracle that was completely incomprehensible, and even knew why a huge strategic void teleportation circle was established, but only one person was teleported.

He knew that the man in the white robe could chant that sentence intact, and he was already a master of the Light Department for hundreds of years, as long as he didn't die young, maybe he would appear in the most honorable position in the world of the West France Continent in the future.

This is the seed of the Holy See of Light!

This world is a kind of life and death for his students, but for this white-robed man, it is an experience before embarking on the glory of life!

"Are you alright?"

The night looked at Yi Lai worriedly.

"I can't die! I'm a little at odds with this spell. ”

"I'm not much better, now the sea of spiritual consciousness is still churning, and I almost didn't fry the pot, but what you play with is too dark, it's normal. ”

The night helped Yilai up and comforted him.

He didn't expect that there was such a spell in the present world, he had only seen it in books and classics, but he never thought that he would be able to see the most powerful magic of the light system with his own eyes in his lifetime.

This is a class spell that is somewhat similar to Haruka, but even rarer than Haruka's appearance.

And the identities of the two sides are also very different, Chuncao is still squatting in Gaduo Academy, and this person guesses in the dark that it may be from the Holy Mountain of the Holy See of Light.

But he had another question in his heart, why would the Bright Holy Mountain send such a character to help his empire?

10,000 can't figure it out!

Fear!

The brilliant silver Saint Ancestor's soul, as if it had been in endless pain, had just pounced Prescott into the heavens, and with this singing, it suddenly began to flee frantically.

Souls are not born with sound consciousness, and powerful ghosts like Er Yu who have cultivated for thousands of years can't remember everything before they were alive, and for these souls, this is even more so.

Instinctive fear is rife, and the first thought is to run away, the farther away the better, and their subconscious is telling themselves that this is a great terror.

But it's true!

Prescott was like a ball of light, crouching on the earth, like a blazing sun.

The bright ones are getting more and more intense, and the bright ones are getting more and more frightening.

And God said...... Everything.... Will.... Withere!"

Another laborious sentence came out of the ball of light, if the sentence just now used up all the strength of the whole body, and this sentence was more like chanting like burning life.

It was really burning life, the long hair fluttering all over his head was as white as snow in the day, and the first sentence of the Great Light Law was sung, which had already burned all the light elements in his spiritual consciousness sea, and when the second sentence was sung, there was no energy to consume, and only life was consumed!

This is the only drawback of this technique, it varies from person to person, it is rumored that in ancient times, there were powerful light worshippers, singing this technique, the slightest energy was not consumed, and he sang a sentence, but it consumed all the light elements in the sea of spiritual consciousness, in the long history of the Bright Church, among the people who practiced this technique, he was not the top.

This is Prescott's most painful time, not one of them!

Although young, life is not such a way to squander, life is very long, but it is not used for fighting and squandering, but on the long way of magic, it is used like a water mill to drip through the bottleneck of the rank.

But the spell chanted with life has a really powerful effect, and the powerful other person shuddered all over his body.

He finally knew that there was a change called "withering" in the world.

Seeing the endless spirits of the Holy Ancestors with their own eyes, the horror fled to the sky.

See with your own eyes the endless spirit of the ancestors, rapidly aging and dimming.

See with your own eyes the endless Spirit of the Holy Ancestor, the silent hiss of despair.

See with your own eyes the endless Spirit of the Holy Ancestor, sluggish and decaying into ashes.

Strong visual impact!

The Saint Ancestor Spirit Tower, which has been invincible for 10,000 years, was vulnerable after the other party's two recitations, and only half of the four hundred and thirty-two Saint Ancestor Spirits were still alive and floating in the heavens.

The silver soul flowers in the sky scattered away, adding so much beauty to this dilapidated world.

He couldn't imagine why this man's words had such earth-shattering power!

Prescott looked coldly at this man named Yantian, the loss of Shouyuan is not terrible, but the loss of Shouyuan will damage the potential of the body, and before you know it, you will lose a sense of clarity about the road ahead.

You can't feel this feeling, but when you cross the great level, you can clearly recognize the Tao.

Hatred fills the eyes!

Prescott endured the emptiness of the sea of spiritual consciousness, stared at Yan Tian, and the corners of his mouth opened with difficulty: "God said ......."

"An dare!"

Where did Yan Tian dare to let this person sing the words, burst into a shout, and shook the towering tower behind him, and suddenly the tower was rapidly shrinking, and in the blink of an eye, he had completely grasped it in the palm of his hand.

A wrist of blood splashed on it, and the already old and unbearable Yan Tian, this time his face was full of wrinkles and almost squeezed into flowers, as if he had become a drooping old man bowing his waist.

Shou Yuan was in his hands at this time, and he was ruthlessly squandered, compared to Shou Yuan, life is the most important!

Only by living can we be detached, and when we die, we are just a handful of loess.

"Time passes...... Yes...... Change...... Everything...... In...... Rotten!"

Where will Prescott give this person a chance, this one is hoarse like a roar, and even more like a heart-rending roar.

His eyes were blood-red, and he yelled at Yan Tian fiercely, and couldn't help but spray a mouthful of blood into the sky, falling directly from the high sky to the earth.

As this voice roared out, Yan Tian didn't feel the fear of the Holy Ancestor Spirit, and he was a little confused when he saw Prescott staring at him with a sneer on his face.

Spells don't work?

That expression means impossible!

But the Holy Ancestor Spirit above the sky really didn't change in the slightest.

When he was about to throw the Zuta in his hand, he sensed that something was wrong.

Zu Ta, who was usually in control of his hands, was actually sinking and falling downward.

And his hands were already skinny and bone-covered, but at this time there were corpse spots.

At first one or two, then all over the hands, these corpse spots were visibly rapidly expanding to the naked eye.

Suddenly a labor pain came from the dantian, looking inside, the dantian's fighting qi was degrading, and it was emitted in the heavens through the meridians of the whole body, degraded too fast, and it couldn't take dozens of breathing times, and the dantian would definitely dry up completely.

Yan Tian stared at Prescott, who had fallen to the ground, his eyes widened in horror, and he was about to open his mouth to yell at him, but he threw away Zuta in his hand in pain and held his chest.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out wildly, and his body trembled and fell to the ground.

He finally knew that the other party's last technique was not against the Spirit of the Holy Ancestor, but against him!

Syllable!

With a muffled sound, Yan Tian fell from the high heavens, smashing the soft earth into a big pit, and the smoke and dust were filled, choking his nose and tears, he wanted to wipe it, but found that he couldn't lift his arms.

Because of this fall, my arm has been broken!

It's ridiculous, for a great grandmaster, falling from a high altitude can break his arm.

But it's a fact!

Because his qi and blood are decaying, he was still full of gray hair, and as the wind rose, half of it had already fallen off, and the rest was still falling.

It's not just hair that's missing, it's teeth too!

He could feel that his vision was blurry, his breathing was a little stuffy, and his whole body was even more sour, this was old age!

When he was in his master's old age, he saw with his own eyes that he had experienced all this in ten years, but he experienced it even faster, and in less than ten years, it took more than twenty breaths to go through his master's later life.

He wanted to abuse, but he couldn't.

He tried to stand, but he lost all sense.

He wanted to see the black barrier his brother was on, but he couldn't wriggle his head.

There was only one figure in his dim eyes, a white-robed figure laughing uncontrollably, even if the blood in his mouth was spitting blood, it didn't stop his wanton rampantness.

The last person left in Yan Tian's eyes was not his brother, only this figure.

He's dead!

Prescott knew that this man, whom he had contemptuous and disdainful at first, had finally become a piece of loess in this world after making him pay for fifty years of life.

The clothes were visibly rotting into ashes, and the body was as old as a piece of dead tree bark, and finally it emitted a stench, but this stench came and went quickly, and before it could come quickly, it had completely drifted away with the dirt turned into flesh by the wind.

"Let's go! ”

Malediz watched as the black-robed man finally died, and after saying a word to the students with an expressionless face, he stepped towards the Void Teleportation Gate.

When the night stepped into the Void Teleportation Gate, he couldn't help but glance at Prescott, who was sitting down, and the pinch of loess in front of him.

No!

and swept around carefully.

Or not!

"Why don't you leave?"

Tina looked at the stunned night, didn't give him time to react, and grabbed his arm and stepped into the Void Teleportation Gate.

The humility of life, when faced with death, is not as exciting as this moment.

But the night was clearly not interested in going home at this time.

Because the black tower was gone, and he could see clearly, the white-robed Great Light Sacrifice who was sitting on the ground and still laughing wildly didn't care at all, and he didn't take it.

But such horcruxes are gone.

"What have you done, uncle, stinky bitch?"

The dark night was pulled into the Void Teleportation Method, and only then did he let out a roar like killing a pig, because he reflected the gods.

"Quack ~~~~~"

He was answered by a terrible cry.