Remember [800♂ Little ÷ Say → Network in one second.], wonderful free reading without pop-ups!

Self-hypnosis has become a habit, beliefs and spirits have been distorted and deformed, the old monster can be said to be a veritable monster, maybe it never thought that the fog clan would become what it is now, to a large extent because of its blind obedience to the earth mother, or maybe it had thought of this for a long time but didn't want to admit it.

Three of the six magic weapons on its back were pulled out by the old monster, and its blood had already turned into a black paste-like thing, and there was no fresh blood in this rotten body.

The three magic weapons fell to the ground, Luo Tian heard the crisp sound of metal, and at the same time felt that the old monster's cultivation had improved rapidly and was very close to the seventh layer of the Dao Raid Realm, and had reached the limit of Luo Tian's exploration, as long as this old monster took out another magic weapon inserted in his body, then its cultivation would break through the limit of Luo Tian's exploration.

The old monster stretched out his hand and wanted to continue to pull out the magic weapon inserted in his back, but his hand stopped halfway through, and a sharp pain struck, and the pain was unbearable for the old monster, so he had to take his hand back.

Removing the three magic weapons will not make its body "die" immediately, but it will also greatly reduce the time it can be used.

"The ritual of Mother Earth must be completed, no one can hinder it, no one can ......"

The old monster raised his hand to the desolate soul as he spoke, and at this moment half of the desolate soul's face had already poked out of the storm barrier, and the next moment hundreds of strange spells appeared in the void, and these charms crawled in the air like earthworms, moving in one direction and finally converging to a point, forming a complete magic circle.

Luo Tian hadn't seen the old monster take it seriously before, and he could deal with those demon clans with his fingers, but now the magic circle that appeared in front of him was the true embodiment of the old monster's strength.

The ancient magic circle, 50,000 years is too long even for a long-lived race like the demon race, so long that history can't record so many things, so long that even the old monster's own memory begins to blur, especially after the second rebirth, but the things when he was young are remembered more clearly.

The long years have naturally accumulated countless skills for it, and among the countless skills it can have, there are a few things that it likes and uses the most, one of which is the array of this sword mountain.

The old monster has forgotten how he learned this spell in the first place, but it still remembers how this trick was used, still remembers where the trick is, and remembers that this magic circle will conjure up three hundred and sixty sharp blades, and each of these three hundred and sixty sharp blades is like a treasure, if the strength of the person who casts it is not strong enough, then these three hundred and sixty sharp blades cannot even be all conjured out, and if the strength reaches the same as the old monster, then these three hundred and sixty sharp blades can even reach the level of a royal weapon, just imagine that three hundred and sixty royal weapons are blasted on your head, how powerful it should be。

But the royal weapon is still not the limit of this magic circle, its real limit is that three hundred and sixty treasures will form a magic circle close to the embryo of the artifact, and the magic power released by this magic circle will reach the purple intermediate level or even higher.

The desolate soul roared in the face of the magic circle, spewing out the breath of the desolate without mercy, the circle rotated and drove three hundred and sixty sharp blades to rotate with it, and Luo Tian in the invisible cage experienced this terrible scene at close range, and also witnessed the breath of the desolate being suppressed for the first time, the rotating magic circle continued to consume the energy of the desolate breath and then slowly arrived in front of the desolate soul, the energy of the desolate soul came from Luo Tian, and now the desolate breath will be suppressed by the magic circle A large part of the reason is because Luo Tian's cultivation is not as good as the old monster opposite.

At the moment when the desolate soul finished spitting out the breath of the desolate, the magic circle suddenly rotated in reverse, and then three hundred and sixty treasures were overlapped together in units of sixty each, and after the strong treasure light, he saw the six-colored sword light suddenly bloom, and the six-colored sword light bombarded the storm barrier at the same time, not only shattering the storm barrier, but also hitting the desolate soul heavily, this was the first time Luo Tian saw the desolate soul being attacked, and it was also the first time he saw the desolate soul being repelled by the spell.

The methods of the old monster were really not comparable to those demon clans that Luo Tian had seen before.

The six spiritual lights quickly adjusted in the air after a round of attacks, and then launched a second round of attacks on the desolate soul, and under the repeated bombardment, the desolate soul was actually a little unable to resist.

Although Luo Tian's own strength is not as good as the old monster, and the serious lack of energy delivered to the desolate soul is a very important reason, but being able to force the desolate soul back or even suppress the desolate soul really surprised Luo Tian, and at the same time, the appearance of this magic circle also opened the door to a new world for Luo Tian.

In the past, in Luo Tian's eyes, the more advanced the spell was, the stronger the destructive power, the blue-level spell must be more powerful than the red-level spell, and the purple-level spell was even more unimaginable, in Luo Tian's opinion, the purple-level spells should be like the meteorite at that time, but when he saw the magic circle in front of him, he realized how shallow his understanding of spells was.

Not all purple-level spells are a picture of destroying the world, the purple level represents the strength rather than the range, the strength of this magic circle cast by the old monster is far greater than the meteorite, it should reach the level of the purple-level middle-level spell, otherwise it is impossible to suppress the desolate soul, but its destruction range only locks the desolate soul, and every blow falls on the desolate soul accurately, and it will not spread outward at all, so Luo Tian neither saw the scene of destroying the world nor was it affected by it.

It turns out that in the Nine Heavens, it is not that purple-level spells are mentioned every second, and real masters have the ability to control the strike accuracy of purple-level spells.

The desolate soul was completely furious after being attacked, and began to take the initiative to plunder the energy in Luo Tian's body, poor Luo Tian had just recovered by swallowing a few souls with the help of gold leaves, and now he had to continue to contribute energy.

The desolate soul roared non-stop, almost draining more than thirty percent of the energy in Luo Tian's body and then making a comeback, a gloomy smile appeared on the old monster's rotten and ugly face, and the staff stood on the ground, and saw that after it let go, the magic circle did not fall but spun gently on the ground.

At the same time, the spiritual light in the six airs suddenly stopped attacking the desolate soul, the spiritual light merged in the rotation, and the six spiritual lights turned into one, this spiritual light softened a lot in Luo Tian's eyes, and the light gradually merged into one place, turning into a sharp sword posture, which was an ancient and hideous sword, the reason why it was hideous was because the hilt of this sword was inlaid with countless tooth-like things, and the whole sword seemed to have become an open mouth of blood.

"It's time to eat, I've been hungry for a long time. The old monster said.

The sword stabbed over, and the desolate soul roared and spewed out the breath of the desolate, but this time it didn't stop the sword in front of him, the sword light tore open the breath of the desolate and stabbed heavily on the desolate soul, and the huge black shadow of the desolate soul flickered slightly, and there were signs of dissipation.

"In the final analysis, the spell depends on the caster's own ability, if you don't have this ability, then the spell you cast is naturally weak and incompetent, so how about the subtle spell you learn?" The old monster said to Luo Tian disdainfully, it had already seen the strength of the desolate soul, but it was not as nervous as Luo Tian's past opponents, just because it was completely sure, and its own cultivation was much higher than Luo Tian's, so it was not stunned at all.

The desolate soul seemed to be about to dissipate, and the fang-like thing on the hilt of the sword shone slightly, as if it was devouring the desolate soul, and it didn't take long for the desolate soul to really disappear little by little, and at the same time, the sword transformed by the old monster was shrouded in a terrifying black light, and the old monster waited until the desolate soul completely disappeared and beckoned and said, "Come back." ”

However, when he said that, he saw that the strange sword hovering in the sky did not react at all, and the old monster called several times, but the sword still did not react at all, and then the old monster felt that something was wrong and said: "I call you back." ”

Something unexpected happened at this moment, the strange sword suddenly appeared a large number of cracks, the sword body shook like a tremble, and then the black light exploded, and the loud sound echoed in the secret realm, Luo Tian covered his head with his hand for a moment and a deafening roar came from his ears, and the desolate soul returned again.