In the scorched field, the sky was filled with black smoke mixed with gray ashes, and the scorching wind carried a faint smell of sulfur.

With the demise of the huge banyan tree, several undead wandering in the scorched domain let out a scream and completely turned into ashes.

Marcus looked at the broken lenses in front of him, stretched out his tongue full of barbs and gently licked his inverted triangle nose, and sniffed at the lenses curiously.

After a few seconds, he mockingly looked at the lenses in front of him, his eyes full of disdain.

"What a crappy alchemy item. No, if it weren't for the power of the blessing on it, this broken thing wouldn't even be an alchemy item at all, so let Uncle Marcus teach you how to make magical artifacts!"

The demon in front of him sneered, and his six claws grabbed the broken mirror in front of him, quickly sucking the remaining power into his body, and then used it as a source to mark.

Just escaping the seal, you can meet a crappy alchemy apprentice, which is really a good start!

It seems that the Nine Hells have been favoring Uncle Marcus!

"Sooner or later, His sealed power will be mine. ”

Marcus let out a strange laugh, and his own thud turned into countless evil thoughts, turning into a cloud of black smoke that constantly roared and rolled, and quickly entangled along the mark.

On the other side, Simon, who had just returned to the office, was about to wash up and check on Angus how they were doing.

The more he recovered, the more he realized that the water in this world was still really deep!

He was originally a little lax due to the promotion to transcendent and obtained a five-hundred-year lifespan, but once again he felt a strong crisis, and it seemed that he had to speed up and recover his strength.

Simon was thinking about how to speed up the accumulation of strength, and when he was about to wash, a strange evil thought appeared on him inexplicably.

Before he could react, a scorched black mark suddenly appeared on his face, forming an overlapping diamond-shaped pattern, and countless scorching sparks emerged from the mark, jumping and tumbling like a soldering iron, leaving a strange and evil mark on his face.

In the thick smell of burnt and sulfur, a force full of filth and blasphemy came from an unknown place, and quickly rushed to his side, trying to engulf him completely.

The Mirror of Eternity quickly shook on his earlobe, and instantly leaped to the back of his head, and a faint mirror light swayed out, enveloping him all over his body.

The marks on Simon's face continued to glow brightly orange-red, like hot molten iron, constantly eroding his face.

The sigil continued to erode his body, echoing with the evil thoughts in the void, trying to turn him into a puppet of this power once and for all.

Simon's face turned blue as he felt the evil thoughts that kept pouring in. He had already identified the source of this power for the first time.

Focal domain.

This power is exactly the same as the aura that pervades the focal field.

I didn't expect that I had just tried some people, and others immediately came to the door, this world report came so fast!

Simon looked up at himself in the mirror who looked like a demon because of the imprint, and it seemed that he could still hear a strange laugh that was neither male nor female ringing in his ears.

But do you think that's what you're going to do with me?

The corners of Simon's mouth pulled a sinister smile, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said to himself with a gloomy expression, "I don't have any good ways to deal with you in the Jiaoyu, but now I have sent it to the door myself, is it really muddy?"

"You're killing yourself!"

In the next second, the mirror light that shrouded him suddenly disappeared, and Simon's figure disappeared into it, leaving only the Mirror of Eternity suspended in the air, and the surrounding Ouroboros still kept turning.

After Simon's figure disappeared, the evil thoughts condensed around him flew around him like headless flies.

The chaos of evil thoughts didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, they once again felt the breath of the imprint and rushed directly to the Eternal Mirror hanging in the air.

The mirror image of eternity is like an unguarded door, allowing evil thoughts to drive straight in.

In the Mirror of Eternity, above the desolate and lonely underworld.

Marcus's evil thoughts quickly found their target and pounced on them once more.

Simon watched coldly and didn't make any moves.

The next moment, the wind was blowing in the underworld, and in the eternally gloomy sky, a crack suddenly opened, and a clear light fell from it, enveloping this formless and substantial evil thought.

The divine chain engraved with Tao and Reason, intertwined with Law and Rules, quickly emerged from the underworld, quickly passed through the evil thoughts like black smoke, and firmly suppressed it in it.

Countless charms were densely imprinted, and wisps of evil thoughts were quickly stripped away by the Mirror of Eternity.

He doesn't know how easy it is to deal with this kind of thing.

The evil thoughts that originally gathered and dispersed impermanence could not escape the suppression of the divine chain at all, and Marcus's strange voice, which was neither male nor female, kept screaming.

As soon as it rushed into the Underworld, Marcus sensed that something was wrong and felt as if he had kicked the iron plate.

This is a half-plane, containing a strange and unique law of death.

His goal is not an ordinary apprentice at all, but a legendary necromancer with a half-plane.

It instinctively became vigilant, and was about to flee.

The Mirror of Eternity had already sealed it up layer by layer, and began the old routine of slowly depriving it of its power and merging it.

"No !!"

Marcus let out a scream, feeling the constant stripping of its origins from its body, and it panicked completely.

It's not the same as the script!

Its target was supposed to be an alchemy apprentice, even if it followed the mark and found that the apprentice was already of the transcendent level and had a nice piece of magical armor.

But so what, a mere transcendent-level bug doesn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder in the abyss bloody battle.

Due to the huge difference in race, Marcus didn't take Simon seriously at all.

It's just a slightly stronger bug, but it's better, a very useful pawn.

Sure enough, the Nine Prisons have been favoring the great Marcus!

Just, the next second. Reality gave it a hard slap.

The weak prey instantly transformed into a fierce beast, and the position between the two changed abruptly.

Marcus screamed and begged for mercy, "Your Highness, Your Highness. Spare me, I didn't mean to break in. Forgive me for my mistakes and let me go, I am willing to swear by the River Styx and give my true name to be your servant. ”

"By the way, I also know the whereabouts of the demigod left behind by a Maharaja of the Underworld, as long as you let me go, I will tell you all of them. ”

Marcus kept begging for mercy, it already felt that a small part of its soul had been worn out, and if it continued like this, it would not die at the hands of the demon lord Disenmat, but at the hands of a mortal mage in the material world.

Simon wasn't interested in what it was saying, though, and he recognized what it was in front of him.

Demon, a demon from the Nine Hells.

For this kind of thing, he didn't want to deal with it at all. Whether it is in the books of the Mystic Society or the rumors of the Mystic Society, none of the people who deal with the demons end well.

Even the Saqir Warlock family, known for enslaving demons, was completely destroyed by the enslaved demons seventy years ago.

Devil's loyalty, forget it. It's safest to feed it to the Mirror of Eternity thoroughly.

Simon ignored Marcus's pleas for mercy, and thunder surged all around him, and the marks on his face burst with lightning and sparks, and in an instant, most of his face became a blur of flesh and blood, and the white bones under his skin were clearly visible.

Marcus saw that Simon didn't let go of himself in the slightest, and knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he looked at Simon with hatred and remembered this human being in his soul.

"Only the Nine Prisons are supreme!"

In the next second, Marcus suddenly lost his breath, and his suppressed body suddenly turned to ashes. An indescribable will burst forth from its soul, its true spirit with an insignificant infernal essence, and suddenly disappeared into the realm of eternity.

Simon's face changed dramatically in an instant, and he looked at the place where its true spirit disappeared with a serious expression.

The next second, Simon appeared in the bathroom of the office again.

He looked at the mirror in front of him and slammed one hand into it.

In the focal field, the originally broken mirror shook wildly. In the next second, the tiny fragments burst into endless pieces of glass and flew all over the sky.

A huge glass-like hand pierced out of the flying glass, the giant hand was tens of meters in size, and the originally tall banyan tree looked like a dwarf weed in front of the giant hand.

The five fingers of the giant hand opened and closed, pinched the withered and blackened banyan tree, and with a slight force, he uprooted it and forcibly pulled it back into the mirror of eternity.

Simon was lying on the sink at the moment, his head slightly raised with half of his face missing, panting frantically.

It really consumed most of his strength just now, if it weren't for the fact that Jiao Yu didn't have the existence of the banyan tree, a natural spirit, which caused a flaw in the law domain that originally extended from it as a foundation, he wouldn't have been able to pull it into the Eternal Mirror so easily.

Cutting grass naturally means eradicating the roots.

Simon didn't know how it had escaped the Mirror of Eternity, but now must be the time when it was at its weakest.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Simon knows this sentence very well.

Although I don't know where this demon has fled, the place that has a lot to do with it will be destroyed first.

To this end, he did not hesitate to consume a small amount of power of the Eternal Mirror, just to completely destroy the root of the Focal Domain, so that it could no longer use it to restore its power. Even if this is unlikely, it must not be ignored and given an opportunity to take advantage of it.

After he had caught his breath, Simon struggled back into the Eternal Mirror again.

He quickly picked up a cloud of earth from the underworld that implied the power of death, and quickly crumpled it into a grotesque-looking human form. Then he walked to the edge of Marcus's remaining body, pulled out a breath containing its power from the layers of sealed divine chains, and pressed it directly into the clay figure body that was pinched out.

Simon quickly placed the clay figure on the ground, his fingers slightly open, and a piece of glass that he had just broken from the bathroom appeared in his palm.

Decay, exhaustion, defeat, death, and abandonment, the five negative curses swirled at his fingertips.

Simon smiled coldly, and directly threw the glass fragment in his palm into the five qi, pinched it with both hands, and integrated it with the power of the Mirror of Eternity.