Wizards are powerful, but they are not out of the realm of people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

People have weaknesses, and the heart is the lifeblood of almost all wizards.

In some of the biographical texts Wren has read, there is no shortage of precedents for ordinary people to kill evil wizards.

Lose your guard and even the dragon could be slaughtered by mortals!

Wren was obviously unfortunate enough to encounter such a situation, and he could not avoid such a situation.

The Demon Hunter Dagger is a weapon left behind by warlocks, and its most important feature is that it is immune to witchcraft.

Stabbed in the heart by it, Wren was unable to use the power of witchcraft to force it out, and could only feel the passage of life force in pain.

The moment he lost consciousness, he saw a pair of cold eyes hidden under the cloak.

"Is this death?" the darkness completely enveloped his consciousness.

Wren's breathing stopped, and his body lost signs of life.

The cloaked man stretched out his hand, and red flames erupted in his palm, covering Wren with a bang.

The clothes on Wren's body were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and his skin showed signs of burning, emitting a thick smell of burning.

"Really dead?!" the cloaked man's eyes flickered.

Normally, witchcraft or horcruxes that have been refined into the sea of consciousness by wizards will fall out after their death.

Nothing was left behind by Wren's side, making the cloaked man regret that Wren didn't get the space ring.

"Damn, so much effort in vain. He gritted his teeth.

Sensing the terror that was getting closer and closer, the cloaked man glanced at Wren's "corpse", took out a bag and held it, tore open a teleportation scroll, and disappeared from its place.

Using six teleportation scrolls in a row, the Cloaked Man arrived at a relatively safe mountain stream.

He put down Wren's already somewhat charred "corpse", probed, and found that there was really no trace of breath, hesitated, and finally probed his spiritual power towards Wren's eyebrows.

The sea of consciousness is where the body and soul meet, and if a person dies, the sea of consciousness will collapse.

The most accurate way to tell if a person is really dead is to see if his sea of consciousness exists.

As the cloaked man cautiously probed his spiritual power towards the Rayne Sea of Consciousness, a strong attraction suddenly came from there.

In an instant, a mysterious power broke out from Wren's eyebrow, extending the cloaked man's spiritual power towards his soul.

"He's not dead!"

The cloaked man was shocked, but found that his spiritual power was restrained by a mysterious force, which made his soul tremble.

"The Sea of Consciousness is the most mysterious place of a wizard, don't touch it without being completely sure!" said to the cloaked man's mind.

Before he could struggle, he was swept away by a mysterious force, like a greedy basilisk, dragged into Wren's sea of consciousness.

"I ......"

The cloaked man opened his mouth, and immediately felt that he could not control the surging gravitational pull, and he vaguely saw an invisible vortex appear in the center of Wren's eyebrows, swallowing his soul into it.

The breeze is blowing.

The cloaked man's body slammed to the ground, and the cloak on his head was lifted to reveal a human man with blood-colored tattoos on his face, his eyes widening unwillingly.

Wren's "corpse" is still charred, but if you look closely, you can see that there is life brewing under the skin.

All of this is due to the terrifying abilities of the red-faced demon.

Nirvana!

Rise from the ashes.

With such an ability, how could Wren die so easily.

Kill him, unless you burn his head!

Rao is like this, and it will take a long time for Wren to recover.

Time passes.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and with the rumbling thunder, heavy rain fell.

The "corpses" of Wren and the Cloaked Man were washed into a mountain stream and buried by a falling mudslide.

A demon with white wings on his back swept through the air, glanced around hesitantly, and muttered, "I smelled the scent of the human race here just now......

He shook his head and flapped his wings and sped away.

......

Claire shot the last arrow, and the witchcraft attached to the arrow erupted, exploding a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Within the scope of the fireball, there was a scream, but under the fireball, more than a dozen sturdy figures were revealed.

These dozen figures all had translucent black bodies, holding pitch-black canes that seemed to be made of ice, and each swing could release an evil and cold ball of corrosion.

Klyel rolled on the spot, avoiding the seven or eight dark orbs of corrosion, and his body fell into the icy stream.

Her back hit a soft object, and she subconsciously grabbed it, and suddenly found that it was a person's arm that she was holding in her hand.

Rumble!

The corrosive orb unleashed by the Ghost Clan's pursuers smashed into her side, sending the dirt flying away, revealing half of the bodies of most of the people inside.

Claire was about to run away when she felt her arm grab.

She screamed "Hell" and tried to pull it out, but found that the hand was so tight that she couldn't pull it away.

In such a short moment, the demons of the Ghost Spirit Clan had already caught up and surrounded her in the center in a fan shape.

"Keep running, little slut!" came a playful sneer.

As the voice rang out, a man in a black robe with red tattoos on his face stepped out of the group of spirits.

The man was thirty or forty years old, with a tall figure and a handsome face, and the tattoos on his face added a bit of bewitchment and evil to him.

Realizing that he couldn't run away, Claire got up and looked at the man coldly: "Amos, don't think you have won, I have reported your matter to Princess Heidi, and she will sanction you!"

Amos laughed, "You are so naïve, if I am the only one, can I support this powerful organization?"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the Predator Organization is far more powerful than you think, and a princess who appeared out of nowhere wants to punish me......?!

Klyell's face grew darker and darker.

Amos stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence and said, "Since you yourself dare to follow me through the crack in the center of the earth without knowing whether you are alive or dead, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Kill her!"

With Amos' order, the ghosts started one after another, and the corrosive balls rained down like raindrops.

Claire closed her eyes in despair.

Her mental power was depleted, and she could no longer unleash witchcraft at all.

It's just that when she faced death, she had a deep sense of helplessness: she was dragged down by a corpse!

Just when she thought she was going to die, a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly came from her side.

Rumble!

The densely packed balls of corrosion exploded in that strong energy fluctuation and disappeared into nothingness.

A dry voice suddenly came out: "Who are you talking about Heidi?" (To be continued.) )