"Poof-" A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the steps in front of him red. Xin Suran's body shook a little, and he was half-kneeling, barely supporting his body from completely falling.

In front of him, a huge Mayan pyramid-like structure stood on top of a flamboyant golden throne, on which a man in an ornate brocade robe sat lazily and in one hand held a golden cup filled with amber liquor.

"Can human power only reach such a level after all? It's so useless," the brocade-robed man brought his glass in front of him and took a sip, not looking up at the opponent below the steps the whole time.

"Hehe, my strength is only the lowest among my peers, and you only dare to bully me, otherwise why don't you dare to lure others here?" Xin Suran wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, smiled, supported the ground with his crystal staff, and staggered back to his feet.

"Hehe, joke, my PR lord will be afraid of you inferior creatures." The brocade-robed man on the throne sneered, gently placed the wine glass on the small table next to the seat, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Xin Suran with disdain, "It is your honor that this king has come to deal with you personally. In fact, if we want to destroy you humans, it is just a matter of raising our hands, but for the sake of you being able to defeat RA, we will give you a fair chance to challenge. ”

After that, PR waved his hand indifferently, and snorted lightly: "I said that I would let you make three moves, and now there is one last move left, you hurry up, I have to clean up a few other rats that have sneaked into here when I go back." ”

Xin Suran smiled bitterly and straightened up. To be honest, he really didn't have the confidence to be able to defeat the formidable opponent in front of him, and he had used all his strength in the previous two attempts, but in the end, he didn't do any damage to him except for being injured by the opponent's power backshock.

The Supreme Realm is a barrier like a moat, and its breakthrough is not just a simple accumulation of energy, the process of changing from quantitative to qualitative, if you want to truly stabilize in this realm, you must comprehend the power of your own rules. Xin Suran entered the king realm for no less time than Shen Hao, and even thought that he surpassed him a little in terms of talent, but because of coincidence, he had been stuck outside the door of the Supreme Realm.

◆dǐng◆diǎn◆小◆say,.2≤3.o≡s_(); This time, when he entered the Nightmare Realm, his spiritual power was stimulated by the power of the Nightmare Realm's bewitchment, and he barely broke through that layer of barriers, but it was only a superficial breakthrough, because of the haste, he didn't have time to study the power of his own rules, so his strength was still a big step behind Shen Hao and other supreme-level powerhouses who completely mastered the power of rules. And at this moment, it is this seemingly small gap that makes him have no power to fight back in front of PR.

But now I can't care about the gap in strength, PR is worthy of being known as the arrogant demon king, and when facing himself, he actually asked the earth to let himself make three moves, although the first two moves failed to hurt the other party, but Xin Suran still has desperate tricks that are not used.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the injuries in his body, and the crystal wand was placed on his forehead and entered a meditative state. PR finally turned its gaze to this opponent, because at this moment, it finally felt a trace of power from the opponent that could threaten it.

Magician casting, meditation and mantras are all basic skills for beginners. On the real battlefield, there will simply be no chance for you to slowly carry out such preparations. Of course, the strength has reached the level of Xin Suran, let alone meditation, even when casting a forbidden spell, there is almost no need to chant a mantra. However, if there is any magic that even he needs to use meditation and incantations to perform, then the power of this move may only be known to his opponents.

The air is shaking, no, maybe it's the whole space that is shaking.

Strictly speaking, the place where the two of them are fighting at this moment is not in the huge dragon chariot before, but in the imaginary space created by the core crystal of the dragon chariot. There are many imaginary spaces like this in this giant dragon chariot, and they are stable in structure, and they are only combined with the dragon chariot, and they will not be destroyed.

However, this time, with Xin Suran's low chanting, the empty imaginary space actually produced a slight tremor, as if in the dark, there was a mysterious force that wanted to pass through the barrier of time and space and descend on this space.

"There is a diǎn meaning" A hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the small table in front of him disappeared along with the wine glass, and in his hand, a scepter that seemed to be carved from jasper appeared.

"Gasat Yarsat Chi Ske, Kensey Ross Szrock," Xin Suran chanted a difficult incantation, and the space around him trembled with each character pronounced. With him as the center, the originally gray space glowed with a faint fiery red, and even the temperature of the air increased dramatically.

"Cluck." The staff in Xin Suran's hand made a slight cracking sound, and a crack extended from the handle of the staff to the head of the hexagonal staff. However, Xin Suran was unmoved, his eyes were completely closed, and his whole body was in an unguarded state, just chanting the long and difficult incantation.

The temperature of the space has risen to an abnormal height. The scenery in the PR's field of vision began to distort slightly, and even the rocks that made up the pyramid began to glow with a faint red light, and a large amount of green smoke had risen from the place where it had been stained with Xinsu's blood before. PR's face finally changed, the imaginary space here is basically blessed with the power of its rules, the opponent's attack has not come out, just the starting style can affect the environment, if he is completely allowed to use it, he may not be able to deal with it as easily as before.

The scepter in PR's hand clenched and slowly released, and from its heart, it didn't feel that Xin Suran was an opponent of the same level as him, and for such an enemy, the arrogance in its heart made it disdain to strike first. Maybe a little dodge would be a good option? As soon as PR wanted to get up, he suddenly felt a tightness at his ankle, and when he looked down, a silver-white half-illusory shackle was locked on its ankle at some point, and the other end of this shackle happened to be connected to Xin Suran.

The chains of Aeginos, the shackles of war.

The Xin-stained Nightmare Weapon is like a bloody iron cage that traps itself and its enemies, and only the living party can break free from the chains. This move has already shown Xin Su's determination to fight to the death.

Although he is a magician, an old boy who usually laughs and scolds, and is very improper, but in his seemingly thin body hides a fanatical and fearless brave heart.

The sound of shattering continued to sound, not only from his crystal wand, but also from his body under the cover of his robes. However, there was no trace of discoloration on his face at the moment, only a religious color similar to that of a religious fanatic.

He was using the magic recorded on the last page of the ancient magic book at the moment, and he didn't even know that he wanted this page of existence before he broke through the Supreme Realm. If the previous move of "Doomsday Judgment" that can destroy thousands of troops is a forbidden curse, then the magic of this move called "Guardian God of the Seven Realms" is a forbidden spell within a forbidden curse. Although Xin Suran had never used it, he was confident that this move would definitely make the pretentious enemy above taste the bitter fruits of defeat.

The Patron of the Seven Realms, which burns all of the spellcaster's mana and transforms it into a purely destructive energy. The seven doors in the Demon Realm will open at the same time, and the vast amount of magic power will be centered on the spellcaster, and it will continue to gather. Eventually, it bursts out on the target specified by the caster. The principle is similar to the particle accelerator in physics, due to the high intensity of compression, and when the energy hits the center of the target, the damage will be more than ten times the original, and once it is released, it is absolutely unavoidable.

In general, in order to avoid a large flow of energy, the caster must first build a protective shield around themselves. Building shields and pooling energy takes a long time to prepare, so this move is generally a strategic attack and is rarely used in one-on-one situations.

However, PR's arrogance prevented it from interrupting Xin Suan's spell casting, and when it sensed danger, it was locked in by the shackles of war. And in order to be able to achieve the maximum damage output of this move, Xin Suran didn't even unfold the protective shield at all, and the nightmare energy all over his body, the magic power all over his body, and even the soul power were burning, and a steady stream of energy converged, forming a huge key phantom between the two.

"The purgatory of karmic fire, the sea of ashes, the supreme sage, the demon god of the underworld, cast my body, my heart, my soul, my flesh and blood, cast the key to open the gates of hell in the seven realms!!" As the last incantation fell, Xin Suran's body burned throughout, his snow-white robes turned to ashes, and his body was like a humanoid form composed entirely of flames, stretching out his hands from afar and pointing towards where PR was standing.

Seven virtual portals burst open around the PR, and seven hideous demon gods poked out half of their bodies. Swords, axes, knives, spears, forks, hammers, staffs, seven huge weapons formed by the convergence of energy all fell on the head of the PR.

The gorgeous golden throne disintegrated, the majestic pyramid shattered, and countless cracks appeared in the entire space as if it were the end of the world, a large number of masonry fragments were crushed and swallowed by the spatial cracks that suddenly appeared, and countless black thunderbolts loomed in the void.

However, this blow failed to completely collapse the entire space in the end, and the terrifying tide of energy slowly dissipated, and the torn spatial rift quickly disappeared. The world seemed to return to the way it was before the opening up in an instant, and all the scenery had disappeared, leaving only the gray sky, the gray earth, and the tall figures standing in the air, surrounded by flames.