It is a book, staying in the spiritual world, rooted in the very center, unshakable!

The jagged edges of the frame are still clearly visible, and the metal frame is a little less sharp, perhaps smoothed by time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The book is silent in the spiritual world, which is supposed to be an illusory world, but it is real.

The spiritual world is the most important place for magicians in addition to magic, and the virtual world constructed with dozens or hundreds of times more spiritual power than ordinary people is used to comprehend the elements and ingest the turning point of magic power, how can it be lost!

But now that a book has appeared in Lynch's spiritual world, it still occupies the very center, what is the situation?

"No, this book has been around for a long time. "Lynch was shocked and felt familiar.

In the spiritual world, it was a very old magic book, and it had been sealed for too long to make it difficult to read the words and lines on it. Even if you look closely, you can only see vague, flower-like patterns and ancient characters of Fan Ao.

The text is very jerky and does not belong to the font of this era.

"Ahh

He let out a scream and tried to go deeper into the book, only to find that there was a powerful force protecting him, and a curtain of light appeared.

"It's ......... Necromantic powers?"

Lynch quickly reacted, no wonder the power was so familiar, the book actually emitted necromantic magic.

Purple magic flowed through the bones. The lungs, and other places in the body, every cell is nourished and full of strength.

"Strange, how do I know about necromantic powers?"

He doesn't give up, since this book exists in his spiritual world, it will definitely not hurt the righteous master. As he continued to go deeper, he tried to open the magic book with his spiritual power, but he was repelled fiercely, and he was almost destroyed.

The book glowed haze, and purple roses bloomed, shooting out several arcane lights!

"Your sister's!"

A terrible wail sounded, and Lynch no longer dared to open the book, so he hurriedly offered it in a good voice, almost blinding his eyes.

The purple roses crumbled, and the spellbook returned to tranquility.

He really has the heart to cry, this book really won't hurt the main owner, it doesn't mean that it won't damage the main owner, if the detection just now hadn't flashed fast, I'm afraid that both pairs of eyes would have been blinded.

The magic book is very weird, not only devouring magic power, but also releasing the image of a purple rose to prevent the detection of spiritual power.

The book's status was unshakable, fixed in the center of the spiritual world, silent, wisps of purple energy lingering.

After Captain Tevis left, Lynch didn't care about the book, and suddenly his eyes flickered, and the whole person lost his center of gravity.

"This book is still devouring my magic............" Lynch half-knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, unable to open his eyes in pain.

The magic book absorbed all his magic power, and the text gathered a magic storm, and the azure energy poured into the magic book, and after devouring, the purple necromantic magic poured out and returned to the body.

The return of magic made Lynch feel a little better, but then he found that all the magic he absorbed would be devoured by this book, releasing necromantic magic in a ratio of about ten to one, making him hover at the level of a first-class magician.

"Don't you play with me? You give me back that magic power, at least I can use magic arrows, and I can't even rub fireballs now." ”

Lynch completely collapsed, and all the magic power that he had finally condensed was devoured and converted into necromantic magic, but only a little bit.

He wanted to condense the magic arrow, but before the arrow was formed, the magic power couldn't keep up with the consumption, and it almost caused a backlash.

Magicians lay their ranks according to their magic power, and simply distinguish low-level magicians, of course, when they exceed the level of fifteen magicians, the number of spell slots is used as a criterion.

However, he could feel the extraordinary power of the necromancy, and although the magic arrow was not successfully condensed, it released a palpitating aura, which was not weaker than the previous wind-based enchanted arrow.

"Enough to urge the shadows to sneak around!" Lynch's eyes widened, and his gaze appeared in shadow mode.

Sure enough, these condensed magic powers can unleash shadow stealth, and the effect is weak, and it will be exposed to sunlight.

But it's also very good, if it is activated quickly when it is dangerous, it can be used as an alternative stealth technique to save your life, especially the health recovery effect, which is difficult to compare with the treatment of magicians.

"What level of mage am I?"

Lynch was helpless and didn't know how to define his magic level. He found that even if the necromantic mana reached the first level, the mana could not be replenished, and it could only be restored after it was consumed.

At night, Lynch quietly left the mercenary group and found a remote and empty place, intending to try the feeling of burning magic.

As a first-level magician, he couldn't hit the wind blade or rub out the fireball technique, so he could only try the magician's combat skills and burn the magic power.

The purple flame of the burning necromantic magic gave Lynch great power, and each cell exploded under pressure, which could disintegrate at any moment, making it very painful. He snorted softly, and the wind tore apart, and slammed his fist directly into the tree.

The large tree, which was the width of a millstone, shattered directly and sunk inward, not only fists, but also the entire forearm, and blood and sawdust splattered. The furious power actually formed a vortex in his chest, and the storm of magic was surging, and the clusters burned purple flames.

Wisps of black threads resurfaced, and the last power burst out, and there was a crackling sound from the big tree, which smashed the dry bark, and directly broke into several pieces.

Boom, a giant tree that was hundreds of years old fell with a bang, and the big empty black hole in the middle was very eye-catching.

The consequences were also severe, with blood dripping from Lynch's entire arm, dripping down his fair skin and onto the ground. The density of this tree does not have to be much worse than that of a rock, and it requires at least a regular level 4 warrior to be able to shatter it with one blow.

The arm was unconscious, swaying aimlessly in the air with its body, and at least the entire skeleton had been broken.

In other words, Lynch now has the strength to fight regular fourth-level fighters, and if you count the critical power of Liberty, he can also face more advanced opponents.

Replaced by energy conservation, this burning magic power is comparable to a successful blow of the third-level magic wind blade.

The night was painful, and Lynch lay on the cold ground, feeling that the heat in his body was gradually disappearing.........

With the recovery of necromantic magic, the shadow stealth magic was activated, and the sight of the ink painting was accompanied by a strong health recovery ability, and in just a few minutes, the bones of the right arm crackled, and it was completely restored to its best state.

Lynch, who was feeling the power of magic, looked suspiciously at the jungle, where the golden light flashed, and there seemed to be some kind of animal.

"It can't be the cat, right?" he dived straight into the shadows, quietly heading over there.

The leopard bowed down in fright, its scales clanging and completely exploded! It waited a night, hesitating to kill the human, and the half-dead appearance and the horror of smashing the tree with one punch intertwined with different answers.

A roar!

The Golden Leopard didn't look back and ran towards the depths of the Monster Forest, it didn't want to fight that human, so it quickly stayed away from here.

"Don't run! I sincerely apologize to you!" Lynch shrugged his shoulders and sighed reluctantly as he looked at the glowing scales.

When the leopard heard this, he staggered and spun in place angrily, but he still had reason and quickly left here.

A month and a half later, Lynch is still a first-level magician, but his real strength is enough to challenge a fifth-level warrior!