His gaze was fixed on the names of the spells on the skill tree, each with a small icon on it. [Ran^Text^Library] [www]. [774] [buy]. [com] From the lowest level of bone spurs, frost armor, and demonic tentacles to the higher-level frost nova, white bone cage, and corrosive arrows. Go to the Forbidden Spell Zero enchantment at the top of the skill tree, and die wither. Just seeing these gorgeous names made Zhuang Yichen feel enthusiastic and excited. He chose a random spell called Frost Nova, and put his mind on the gray snowflake icon above the name. As soon as his mind came into contact with the icon, the gray snowflakes suddenly burst into an ice-blue light, and at the same time, a huge attraction was transmitted, and Zhuang Yichen's mind was suddenly pulled into a void space.

After steadying his mind, Zhuang Yichen saw that in the center of this black space stood a man in black who was shrouded in black robes. Before Zhuang Yichen could be curious, the figure moved. I saw that he slowly raised his right hand first, and his five fingers were held upward, and an ice-blue point of light appeared in his palm. With the appearance of this point of light, a terrifying chill began to spread around. Immediately after, this ice-blue point of light rapidly expanded at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of light that enveloped the entire right hand of the man in black. The ice elementals in the entire space were summoned and began to pour towards the ball of light. Zhuang Yichen's mind was now integrated into the entire space, so he felt more deeply about the changes in the ice elements between heaven and earth, and he could clearly feel the terrifying pressure brought by the ball of light in the right hand of the man in black! After the ball of light absorbed enough ice-type elements, the man in black aimed the ball of light in his hand at the space more than ten meters in front of him and threw it at random.

"Bang! Click~" With the sound of frost condensation, the open area in front of the man in black instantly condensed an ice-blue snowflake with a diameter of about ten meters, this huge snowflake is like a perfect ice sculpture artwork, and the whole flashes with a deep blue and cold light. After more than ten seconds, the ice-blue snowflakes shattered into a cloud of ice, and then turned into a white mist and slowly dissipated into the air. After all the processes were over, Zhuang Yichen was also teleported out of the black space.

That's the power of magic! The little tower can still demonstrate magic in such an intuitive way. He left the black space, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. There are so many surprises for this little tower to give yourself! Zhuang Yichen checked the skill trees of the two major systems of curse and summoning again. The curse chapter is mostly some auxiliary magic that inflicts negative states such as poisoning and weakness on the enemy, and what makes Zhuang Yichen feel strange is that there is only one magic in the summoning chapter, necromancy summoning. He put his mind on the icon of the necromantic summoning, but he didn't get the same magic demonstration as just now, only a line of information came into Zhuang Yichen's mind.

Summons necromantic creatures from fresh corpses, and the strength of the summons depends on the strength of the corpse and the summoner's own strength.

After receiving this line of information, Zhuang Yichen looked at the icon of this magical gray-white skull and fell into deep thought. This magic is so powerful that it means that as long as there is a corpse, everything can be summoned without limit! The magic of this little tower is all about the undead and dark creatures, so let's call it the Tower of the Dead!

After calming down his excitement, Zhuang Yichen withdrew from the small tower inheritance. Because he couldn't cultivate any of the powerful magic just now, he didn't have any magic power in his body. Only by meditating on the body to open up a source of magic to store the magic power, and constantly increase one's own magic power, can one learn those powerful magics. He closed his eyes and began to practice according to the meditation method recorded in the Tower of the Dead. This meditation is not magic, but it is the foundation of all magic. Zhuang Yichen meditated and contemplated, carefully feeling the aura in heaven and earth, more precisely, because it should be a magical element. Because the small tower is now the tower of the dead of the dark magic inheritance.

It didn't take long for a dark space to appear in Zhuang Yichen's perception, which was full of dark elements. There are some spots of ice blue, earth yellow, and fiery red in the dark element, which should be the ice elemental, earth elemental, and fire elemental. With the help of the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen's spiritual power easily broke out of his body, and his spiritual power spread, carefully feeling this dark, thick, mysterious and boundless space. It seemed to sense his spiritual power, and all the dark elements around him became active, and Zhuang Yichen, who was wrapped in it, suddenly felt an inexplicable kindness and peace of mind. This should be his own elemental affinity, it seems that he has a natural talent for perceiving the dark element. His spiritual power expanded to the extreme that he could reach so far, and then let go of his mind, and his spiritual power dispersed into invisible silk threads, sending out a summon to the ubiquitous heaven and earth elements between heaven and earth. Pulled by his spiritual power, the magic elements of various attributes poured into his body along his spiritual power, and after being purified in the magic source in his lower abdomen, they became a little pure magic power source and stored. Of these magical elements, the dark element is the most abundant and the most refined.

The process is so natural, as easy as eating and drinking. Zhuang Yichen knew that he was definitely not the kind of amazing genius. His talent is average, but cultivating magic is so simple, this must be the credit of the Tower of the Dead. Otherwise, it would take a lot of time just to create a source of magic in the body. The small tower's auxiliary effect on cultivation is too powerful! Zhuang Yichen also has some basic understanding of cultivation in the inheritance of the Tower of the Dead, whether it is cultivating exercises or learning magic, the most important thing is always qualification and talent. If you don't have the talent to sense the magical elements between heaven and earth, you can't cultivate, which nothing else can make up for. However, Xiao Ta was able to ignore this and directly swept away all the bottlenecks on the cultivation path, which made him faintly suspicious of Xiao Ta's origin. If it was just an ordinary auxiliary magic weapon of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the kind of big road goods that every inner disciple could have, then this sect would have been invincible in the world a long time ago, why would it disappear as if it had evaporated from the world, leaving no trace of its existence in the world except for the small pagoda it obtained?

Zhuang Yichen's body was like a sponge, greedily absorbing the magic elements between heaven and earth. Time passed little by little, and within the range he could perceive, the speed at which the surrounding magic elements were absorbed and refined by him became slower and slower, slower and slower, and in the end, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer absorb a trace of magic elements. Zhuang Yichen knew that this was because his body was saturated, and he needed to adapt for a while before he could continue to cultivate. He withdrew and expanded his spiritual power, and was surprised to find that his spiritual power had also grown a lot. When his mind returned to his body, Zhuang Yichen began to carefully observe the changes in his body, and in the position of the dantian in his body, a small spring appeared, and the spring water was only a shallow layer, as black as ink, and there were some ice blue faint lights flashing on it. Looking at this black spring water, Zhuang Yichen looked at his cultivation results with joy, and couldn't help but clench his fists, his heart was full of fighting spirit. He's entered the legacy of the Little Tower, and now it's time to really learn a magic!

Entering the inheritance of the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen was disappointed to find that those magic icons were still dark. Even the simplest bone spurs can't be learned. Only the summoning chapter of the necromantic summoning lit up with a white shimmer, and in desperation, Zhuang Yichen had no choice but to learn this magic first. Necromantic summoning requires fresh corpses as casting materials, and it must be the corpse of a powerful magical monster to summon necromancy from it. These are all things that Zhuang Yichen can't do now.

Leaving the small tower inheritance, Zhuang Yichen opened his eyes. The doors and windows had been sealed, and the room was dark. He took the phone next to him and looked at it, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Entering the cultivation, I didn't realize that so much time had passed. didn't sleep all night, but Zhuang Yichen didn't feel a little sleepy, but felt a hundred times more energetic, just feeling hungry. After adjusting to the darkness in front of him for a while, Zhuang Yichen's eyes strengthened by the Tower of the Undead could soon see the general outline of things in the dark environment. He walked to the kitchen, because of the meteorite, the water, electricity, and natural gas in the house have all been cut off. He pulled out an alcohol pot from the innermost part of the cabinet, which he had used in his college dorm room. There are more than half a box of solid alcohol, and because it is well preserved, it can still be used even though it has been stored for a long time. He poured two bottles of water into the pot and added some more rice, preparing to cook himself a bowl of white rice porridge. The pale yellow tongue of fire **** on the bottom of the pot, the water in the pot soon rolled into a splash, and a light aroma of rice came to the nostrils. After the porridge was cooked, Zhuang Yichen didn't care about the heat, so he hurriedly ate a small pot of porridge with two big white steamed buns.

After filling his stomach, Zhuang Yichen walked to the window, and he lifted a small slit in the blanket covering the window to look out of the window. The sky outside was gray, and the black fog gushing out of the meteorite covered the entire Jiangcheng. The invaders are enjoying their spoils contentedly, and the survivors are hiding in corners and worrying about tomorrow. The fire in the distance, which had burned all night, had stopped, and only a few charred buildings with black smoke remained. The once-bustling city was dead silent, and the occasional scream from an unknown corner became the only life in the city. But no matter what, the sun still rose, but it turned into a small pale yellow ball of light under the gray mist, which could no longer bring light and warmth to the world.

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