-83- Dead ...... He's dead?

Elder Masim was furious.

As a legendary bloodline who survived the same era as Duke Yoroc, and was even hundreds of years older than Yorok, Elder Masim's most hated thing in his life was the one who was obviously less qualified, but was more loved by the gods, and was even given a Possession Hallows by the gods as a lucky guy cultivated by the Divine Scroller......

"Yorok! Yorok! It's always Jorok! ”

"Jurst! You megalomaniacal bastard! You must pay the price for your unforgivable words and deeds! ”

The tsunami-like spiritual power enveloped the dark red light of the Blood Staff, shattering Jurst's mental power barrier.

Elder Messim roared and roared, and incarnated as an illusory red giant who descended into the spirit world of Jurst.

The surrounding scene suddenly collapsed, and the world quickly transformed like a stacked building block, turning into a huge alchemy workshop with no end in sight.

This is the Jurst Mind Workshop.

Every blazing sun, the spiritual power will be transformed, forming their own dream world, or spiritual sea, spiritual world.

The spiritual world symbolizes a certain pursuit and belief of the Blazing Yang Strong, and it is also the true source of the Blazing Yang Strongman's spiritual force field.

The soul origin of the Blazing Sun is also hidden in the deepest part of the spiritual world.

The moment Maxim arrived, Jurst's mental world began to tremble violently, and one after another magic books and alchemy items flew up on their own, rushing towards the red giant that Maxim had turned into, trying to instinctively repel the foreign invaders.

Feeling the pale power, a hint of disdain flashed in Elder Messi's eyes.

The master of the spirit world is certainly omnipotent in the spirit world, but it is limited to the intruder's soul strength is not high.

And he is a real legend!

Elder Masim just waved his hand, and the magic books and alchemy items that rushed towards him shattered one after another, turning into the purest spiritual power absorbed by him, which in turn increased his strength.

Immediately afterward, I saw him mention it lightly, and he lifted up the illusory figure hidden in the depths of the spiritual world, representing the consciousness of the Lord of Yurst and the origin of the soul.

The illusory figure, which looked exactly like Jurst, struggled, but ...... It does not escape from the palm of Elder Messi.

Elder Maxim lifted Jurst's consciousness like a chick, his condescending gaze as if he were contemptuous of the overwhelmed ants.

His gaze was cold, and his voice was cold:

"Jurst."

"I'll take the rest of your life."

Terrifying fluctuations in psychic power erupted at the hands of Elder Masim, beginning to erase the independent self-will in Yurst's consciousness, destroying all contracts and connections in the soul source.

With Maxim's actions, the entire spiritual world suddenly shook, and then began to collapse rapidly, and even the main consciousness of Jurst in Maxim's hands began to become illusory.

Elder Masim looked coldly at the consciousness that had been rapidly assimilated by himself, and he had already won the room.

However, at this moment, the consciousness of Yurst, who had been grasped by him and had lost the power to resist, suddenly stopped struggling, raised his head and looked at him with a mocking gaze.

Elder Maxim frowned slightly.

The experience accumulated over thousands of years of life made him subconsciously feel that something was wrong.

However, before he could do anything, a crimson glow suddenly erupted on Yulst's consciousness, and a mysterious symbol appeared on his forehead as if in response.

Seeing the symbol, which was not unfamiliar, Elder Messim was stunned almost instantly:

"Thorns...... Rosebush? ”

His expression changed slightly, and he realized something in an instant, and quickly let go of his hand and stepped back, but Jurst's consciousness body grabbed his illusory clothes that had been transformed by mental power.

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"Elder, they're all here, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Jurst grinned and laughed.

After finishing speaking, I saw him raise his head and roar with a hideous expression:

"Your Majesty the Great Crown! I have found you a good soul as a sacrifice, and I am offering it to you to help you regain your strength! ”

"Look at your gaze, on your subordinates!"

As soon as the words fell, the symbol of the Thorn Rose burst into unprecedented brilliance.

Elder Masim looked horrified.

He only felt an ancient, vicissitudes of will slowly reviving in Jurst's consciousness, and a powerful sense of oppression that seemed to originate from his soul and bloodline made him, a legend of blood, tremble.

"God's will! This is the will of God! You, you, you...... You've taken refuge in the evil gods behind Castell! ”

Elder Masim exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly retreated.

But, it's too late.

Crimson brilliance erupted on the increasingly condensed Thorn Rose, and the boundless red mist of Yurst's soul origin spread rapidly around it, quickly engulfing the entire spiritual world.

Then, in the crimson, the golden light suddenly surged like a new life, with the supreme divine light, accompanied by an ethereal chant.

The psychic world, consisting of bookcases and alchemy counters, began to change rapidly, reorganizing, and soon turning into a huge temple.

Wait a minute......

Temple?

Isn't it the Night Castle?

Looking at the surrounding temples that were exactly the same style as the Divine Court, Jurst was stunned for a moment.

If it weren't for the familiar trembling aura in the soul origin, he even wondered if he had summoned a god of the Divine Court!

Maxim was also taken aback, and even his voice trembled:

"God...... Divine Light? ”

He screamed, and without hesitation, turned and ran.

However, before he could take a few steps, a huge Sword of Judgment conjured up from the Thorn Rose behind him, and slashed at Elder Messi's spirit body.

An even more terrifying burst of power, and Masim couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

In Jurst's awe-struck gaze, he saw that the soul of this legendary elder suddenly cracked into countless cracks, and then with a soft sound, it turned into countless fragments that emitted a faint light.

Then, he was swallowed by the "divine light" that exuded the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes......

As the sword of judgment dissipated, so did the power of terror.

"Dead ...... Dead......"

Jurst stared blankly at where Maxim had turned to ashes, his expression in awe.

As soon as the words fell, an ethereal voice sounded behind him, and he couldn't hear the emotion:

"It's just an incarnation, it's nothing."

"You're really going to get me in trouble, Jurst."

The divine light slowly dissipated, and the crimson glow reappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding temples turned into the familiar night castle.