That night, Lear was meditating in his room, the battle with Melos during the day consumed too much of his magic and needed to be replenished urgently, and later, after learning the coordinates of the Crystal Dragon Island, he had to prepare all kinds of materials, after all, repairing the portal is not as simple as standing at the door to cast a healing wound and then shout at the sesame to open the door.

There is a void storm between the two magic nodes, and it is not like building a bridge to build a road from this point to that point, and it will be over, he needs to use mana to calm open the void passage between the two nodes and stabilize it, so that there will be no accidents in the process of teleportation.

Otherwise, it will be like the terrifying vortex on the endless sea, when you go in and out, you will find that the people around you are inexplicably less than half or more, and those who are missing are forever swallowed and banished by the Void Storm.

Lear didn't know if he could do this with his current level of mana, and if he didn't, he would eventually have to sacrifice to Asha, but before he could do so, he would have to try it once when he had plenty of mana.

Farming is not easy, but if you can save it, you can save it.

It's just that I don't know why, tonight's meditation is going on extremely hard, no matter how hard he tries, it is difficult to enter a deep meditation state, as if something is hindering him, not only that, Lear also feels a deep malice in the air around him.

Haag and Tariq were always outside his door, and if there were intruders, there was no way to remain silent, so there was only one possibility, and this malice came from within, or rather from the ethereal void.

Thinking of this, Lear calmed down, no matter what it was, there was always a time when he couldn't help but jump out, and he just had to respond to everything with the same.

The spiritual power radiated outward like spider silk, and bits and pieces of magical elements rushed to his body after sensing the summoning, because of the perception of that definite hostility, Lear no longer forced himself into deep meditation, but with his body's affinity for magic, even if it was ordinary meditation, the recovery speed was no different from that of an ordinary mage.

Let's see who is more patient.

Feeling the pool of mana slowly recovering, Lear gradually put aside his doubts.

After a while, the malice mixed with the elemental power gradually dissipated, and just when Lear felt that the other party had given up temporarily because he couldn't find a chance, a sharp pain suddenly hit his mind.

More than a dozen black shadows of different shapes appeared above his spiritual ocean, but there were no basic facial features on his pale face, and in addition, those black shadows carried a thick dead aura on their bodies.

Different from the deep decaying aura of death of the necromancer, the feeling carried by these dark shadows is more like nightmarish fear, but it deliberately mimics the depth and coldness of death.

They roared and jumped above Lear's spiritual sea, or set off huge waves, destroying and devouring them in every way possible, and it felt like entering an eternal dark nightmare, and if they were allowed to continue like this, he would fall into an eternal slumber and never wake up again.

Lear already knew what these things were.

His spiritual power began to concentrate, and the flickering white light soon materialized an illusory shadow above the spiritual ocean, and without any hesitation, when the first moment his own phantom condensed and formed, Lear began to chant the incantation.

It's the first time I've fought Lear in my own spiritual world, and it's a magical feeling, like watching a 4D movie in a theater in a previous life, but the feeling of something seemingly unreal is extremely real.

But Lear didn't have the heart to comprehend this now, and as his spell fell, a dozen pure white fairy illusions rushed towards those dark shadows.

Undead killer.

Although I don't know how these dark shadows came from, everything related to death will definitely not be wrong with this spell.

But what surprised Lear soon happened, those fairy visions pierced through a dozen black shadows without hindrance, and in fact those things didn't even make a dodge motion, let alone the horror of ordinary undead when they encountered purification magic.

They were like what they would do if they weren't there, and the undead slayer's spell effects didn't do any damage to those things until they dissipated.

These things are not dead things!

Lear frowned slightly, but the movements of his hands did not stop, in his spiritual world he was almost equivalent to a god, as long as it was a spell he knew, there was no spell that could not be cast, just now it was just a small test, if not, there were big guys waiting behind.

After an attack, the shadows quickly discovered Lear's presence, and they let out a piercing roar like a ghost, and then rushed towards him, even if they had no facial expressions, Lear felt a strong hatred from their whistling.

A huge fireball covering an area of more than fifty meters suddenly exploded on the path of the black shadows, and seven or eight black shadows crashed directly into the sea of fire without being caught off guard, and the blue and white karmic fire instantly devoured everything that could be swept away, and it was precisely because in Lear's spiritual world that the hellish flames erupted with a more terrifying power than in the outside world.

The remaining shadows finally let out a scream of fear, and then they all dispersed and retreated, but how could Lear let them go?

As soon as his mind moved, the ocean beneath his feet turned into a vast desert Gobi, and the fierce sun hung high in the sky, just like the winter that Palofodi had experienced.

As long as Lear is willing, he can turn the battlefield into any of the scenarios he has experienced, which is also the reason why mages will never enter each other's spiritual world unless they have to, and the mages who have the home field advantage are too terrifying, even magicians who are good at spirit and soul are afraid to try it.

Lear's palms were stretched out in the air, and his mouth began to chant the magic spell that the old Dean Carey had left to this world before the last rays of afterglow of the wall fell, and his current level of magic power was far from enough to cast such a level of forbidden spells, but in his spiritual world, he was able to pay homage to the sages in this way.

Meteor Shower!

Countless stones left the ground with the fluctuations of the elemental power, large or small, and the speed was different, but their appearance was all wrapped in a thick layer of wind elementals, and when hundreds of boulders rose to a limit in the air, they began to roar and fall towards those black shadows, and in the process of falling, the violent air friction drove the fierce burning flames to attach to those boulders, looking like hundreds of meteors falling from the sky.

As if sensing the imminent danger, the shadows began to scream and roar intensely, and then wriggled and rolled in the air to form a mass of behemoths more than ten meters high, just like the huge ghosts that Lear had ever seen.

But it's just a dying throe.

The fused black shadow may have enhanced its defensive ability, but its huge body has become an excellent target, and the small meteorites in the early stage hit its body and immediately a black light flashed, and then those meteorites turned into pitch-black stone powder and fell in the air, but as more and more large meteorites hit the black shadow, the speed of the black light flashing on its body became slower and weaker.

"Boom, boom!"

Finally, when several large meteorites exploded in the shadow of the shadow, it let out a terrified howl, and then turned and fled.

But how could it escape a meteorite with its wounded body?

The violent roar of hundreds of meteorites shook Lear's spiritual world, and when the dust and smoke cleared after half an hour, a terrifying crater with a radius of hundreds of meters appeared in the area covered by the meteor fire shower, and in the center of the crater, the huge black shadow had long disappeared, leaving only a miserable white and resentful face still floating there.

"Your Majesty Thanatos will not let you go, you lowly human being, blasphemer, as a mortal you dare to touch your soul! Your Majesty's scythe will surely cut your throat, and what awaits you must be a hell of endless sin and punishment!"

The miserable white face cursed viciously at Lear, it had no mouth, but the shrill voice sounded directly in Lear's mind in a mental fluctuation manner.

"A false god dares to talk about letting me go to hell, wait until your god really grasps the origin of the soul and then come and talk to me, but you can't see that day. ”

A terrifying flash of lightning landed in the direction of Lear's finger, ending the Faceless's desperate cry.

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