The beam was over a meter in diameter, enveloping Ron at one end and piercing the rock formation above his head at the other, submerging into the Endless Void.

In the center of the beam, the troll saw a glimmer of gold, the golden of the blood of a god.

Even after a long time, Quetzalcoatl still remembers the majesty of the Father's god, and even if he is a descendant of God, he does not dare to offend in the slightest.

At this moment, Feathered Serpent no longer dared to call itself a god, because it felt a trace of the breath of Ron's body, the real Quetzalcoatl.

The bright pillar of light lasted for a few breaths before finally disappearing, and the surroundings fell into an oppressive silence.

The spear fell to the ground with a thud, and it jumped a few times unwillingly, and then lay quietly at Ron's feet.

The sound of breathing was a little heavy in the darkness, and Ron, who had finally advanced to the official wizard, felt the elemental power that the huge spiritual power could leverage, and at this moment he felt the power of a wizard.

In the vast expanse where the soul was, a brilliant beam of light shot into the void from the center of the vortex of spiritual power, and the fragments of the void egg slowly rotated in the beam.

The divine power contained in this drop of divine blood made it completely rejuvenated, Ron felt it breathing slightly, every time it inhaled, a trace of spiritual power would be inhaled, and then exhaled when it exhaled, so after one in and one out, that wisp of spiritual power became more refined, and the spiritual power vortex below formed a harmonious balance between the swallowing of the void egg and the vortex of spiritual power below, rather than blindly taking.

This is Ron's Soul Beacon, the ocean where it shines on Ron's spiritual power.

The sheer of elemental power surrounding Ron made Quetzalcoatl feel the danger of death, and he finally realized that the wizard in front of him had completely possessed the blood of the god he had coveted for a long time, and the dregs of his memory flooded back, and Quetzalcoatl recalled the images that it had deliberately forgotten.

His father, the true Quetzalcoatl God who reigned high above the kingdom of God, was completely down.

The sorcerers brought an apocalyptic catastrophe, they tore apart the kingdom of God, cut off the head of its father, they ate the flesh of the gods, drank the blood of the gods, and in this way destroyed the kingdom of Quetzalcoatl, and destroyed the entire plane.

The troll slowly retreated, not daring to pick up the fallen spear, he was running away, as long as he could keep his body, even if he lost the blood of the gods, it still retained a trace of resurrection.

However, a shrill female voice knocked it into the abyss in an instant.

The naked bewitching woman suddenly shouted: "Don't let it run, it's the blood of the gods!"

The troll's hair stood on end, and he turned and ran quickly into the depths of darkness.

"Bloodline of the Gods, it seems that you really can't go!"

Ron raised his head slowly, anything that had anything to do with the word of God was of considerable value.

The power of the shadows converged between his fingers, quickly conjuring up a pitch-black chain.

"Elemental Roar? Shadow Lock!"

The Shadow Chain whizzed away, wrapping itself around the troll's right foot, tripping him to the ground.

"No!" the troll roared, crawling forward as hard as he could, trying to break free of the chains.

However, the elemental power that Ron could wield was too strong for even a troll to rival the strength of a first-order warrior.

Ron kicked with his left foot, and the spear was thrown high and shot straight down.

With a pop, the spear stabbed through the troll's abdomen and pinned him to the ground.

The troll screamed, but he didn't die, still struggling on the ground.

Ron walked over to the troll's side and looked down at him.

"Don't try to deceive me in this way, it's not what you are, and even if I kill it, you won't die. ”

The troll was stunned and looked up to meet Ron's eyes, but it didn't see a trace of pity in Ron's eyes.

So it stopped crying in pain, and pulled out the spear inserted into its body with its backhand, and there was not a trace of blood spilling from the wound, only a faint golden light flashed, and the huge wound pierced by the spear was healed, and not even a scar was left.

The troll stood up and looked at Ron coldly.

"You've already received the blood of the gods, why won't you let me go!"

Instead of answering him, Ron asked rhetorically, "Do you know what wizards crave the most, besides power?"

The troll didn't know why, just looked at Ron vigilantly, and the fear of him in his heart rose to the extreme.

"It's knowledge. ”

Ron looked at the troll meaningfully, "In the wizarding world, the power that knowledge can bring even goes beyond igniting the divine fire and beyond the rising kingdom of the gods, so the wizard will be more powerful than the gods." ”

"I'd love to see a god-blood test subject in my lab. ”

"You don't want to get my body?" the troll snorted, seemingly unconcerned about it.

"Even if you kill my body, you won't be able to find my body. ”

"It seems that you haven't seen the wizard's methods yet. ”

Ron smiled, then pulled out the green orb that carried the blood sacrifice of the undead.

Feeling the wailing of the resentful spirit in the bead, the troll's face suddenly changed, he was not afraid that Ron would directly kill the troll's body, nor was he afraid that Ron would use the wisp of divine soul he used to control the troll, and even faintly expected Ron to do so.

Because this remnant soul is destroyed, it will completely cut off the clue to find his body, and it may be able to escape this catastrophe because of this.

However, the resentful soul in this bead made him feel creepy, and the damage of the resentful soul to the soul was likely to be traced back to the sleeping main soul in his body.

Aware of the danger, the trolls tried to escape, but the appearance of several shadow chains cut him off.

After the Shadow Chain tied up the trolls, Ron inspires the Blood Sacrifice of the Dead, an immovable target that is the best target for the Blood Sacrifice of the Dead.

"It's going to make you obediently hand over your body. ”

The wraiths wailed, and hundreds of souls of pain instantly poured into the troll's body, finding the wisp of spirit left behind by the Feathered Serpent.

A huge Quetzalcoatl Phantom rushed out of the troll's body, and its body could be seen crawling with dark green painful souls, and the painful cycle of death made the Quetzalcoatl realize what life is worse than death, but no matter how it struggled, it couldn't get rid of the entanglement of these painful souls.

The bewitching woman's blade Quetzalcoatl had already retracted into her body, and her face was filled with the pleasure of revenge as she looked at the feathered Serpent in pain in the void.

The Quetzalcoatl Divine Soul in the troll's body soon collapsed in an endless cycle of pain.

Ron held out his right hand against the troll's brow, and a small vortex appeared at the same time, and the divine power that was consumed by the troll was quickly extracted, and then swallowed by the Void Egg.

The rest of the Soul of Pain followed the sense of the darkness and floated into the depths of the darkness, and the wandering Soul of Pain was like a swarm of fireflies, dragging out a dark green band of ghostly fire in the darkness.

The Soul of Pain was not fast, and Ron followed the trail of the Soul of Pain slowly, and the naked bewitching woman hesitated for a moment, and followed Ron in the same way.