The network of spiritual power, which presents a deep purple luster, completely subverts Allegri's previous perception of spiritual power.

In his usual meditation, he always relied on his spiritual power to forcibly control the flames for demonization, so as to store his magic power. In other words, the amount of magic stored in each meditation he meditated was less than the strength of his spiritual power, and it could be completely suppressed by his spiritual power.

This is also the common knowledge of ordinary magicians, if the amount of power absorbed is compared to a "flood", then the "dike" built by your spiritual power must at least be higher than the water level of the flood, so that the flood can be tamed and stored for backup.

Allegri, who was sitting on the "Sacrificial Altar", had already burned out his spiritual power in the battle of the "Final Fire", and his mind was equivalent to a flat river, and he could only let it run rampant if he rashly introduced such a large dose of flame power.

However, Herseus's spiritual power network controlled all these forces in it. It's as amazing as catching a ball of water with a fishing net full of holes.

It turns out that such a thing as a bamboo basket fetching water can really happen?

In fact, this is the essence of the hierarchical gap between the two, and this deep understanding of the origin of power is the foundation of a legendary magician's life.

Herseus didn't say anything, and it was clear that the job wasn't easy for him.

But Allegri didn't need to be reminded by him, and he carefully observed and analyzed Herseus's control skills.

With his current state, there are not many things that can be seen, but it is enough to amaze him. Herseus perfectly illustrates his idea of the "spirit dancer", and the control of mental power is almost at the level of art.

The mysterious traces left by the movement of mental power are coarse and shallow, and the turns are smooth and strong, which simply reminds Allegri of the master of calligraphy in his previous life.

Under his combing and leadership, the violent and restless flame power was gradually stored in Allegri's mind, and at the same time, in the dry sea of souls, Allegri's own spiritual power began to slowly pour out and demonize.

His strength was gradually recovering.

The location of the "Sea of Souls" should be at the center of the eyebrows, which is a mysterious space.

After releasing the "Last Fire", Allegri's sea of soul had long since dried up, and even the ground was cracked. Of course, this is just an imaginary metaphor. This appearance shows that the spiritual power he has developed has not only been used up, but also has broken its foundation.

However, as a flame settled in the sea of souls, the stimulated spiritual power began to grow again.

This is actually a survival instinct, if you can't control this amount of force, once Herseus removes his mental power constraints, Allegri's head will "collapse" with a bang, and an explosion will occur.

Under this pressure, Allegri's vast untapped mental power had to react instinctively.

Herseus gradually reclaimed his spiritual powers, and Allegri's newly generated spiritual powers took over the dominance of these forces.

The amount of power that had been combed by the legendary mage was extraordinarily clear, which made Allegri a lot more relaxed.

In the Sea of Souls, the fiery red waters accumulated more and more, surpassing even the highest water level in Allegri. The five solidified magic patterns floating in the air were all filled with this kind of power, which could be released at any time.

Allegri let out a long breath and stood up with a relaxed expression.

At this moment, he heard Herseus's weak and anxious voice, "Quick, go down!"

"Go down?" Allegri hadn't reacted yet.

Why are you in a hurry?

"Go down?" a loud voice suddenly sounded from the entire stone cave, and the flames that shook the four walls trembled,

"After despicably stealing the power of the legion, are you going to leave?"

Around the "Altar of Sacrifice," a wall of scorching flames suddenly rose and surrounded him in the middle.

Allegri blessed himself with an instantaneous "flame shield" and watched the strange situation around him vigilantly.

"Mr. Mage?" the vigilant Cyrell had already rushed in, only to be stopped there by the wall of flames.

Feeling the overwhelming heat of the Wall of Flames, and despite the blessing of the "Flame Shield" on his body, Allegri decided to stay here honestly.

"Who is you?" said Allegri, looking around but finding no figure.

"Of course it's a demon," Herseus snorted, "didn't you hear him say about the Legion?"

"Huh?" the voice wondered, "two souls, are you a two-headed dog?"

"You're a two-headed dog, and your whole family is a two-headed dog. Allegri scolded angrily.

"Speaking of which, I do have a thin two-headed dog blood...... the voice said leisurely without anger.

"Are you a two-headed dog, too?" Allegri wondered.

"It's not, I'm much more high-end than that," the voice snorted, "Now I can tell you where you learned how to use the 'Sacrificial Altar' of the Dao, and how you were able to draw the power of it without me presiding over it." ”

"You're hosting?" Herseus repeated, "Allegri, let go of some magical control and supply me." ”

"What?" Allegri complied, still a little confused.

Right in front of him, a purple flame burst out of thin air, and a vain white-bearded white-haired old magician stood on it, only the size of a palm, but it looked lifelike.

"Is that okay?" Allegri was a little surprised when he saw Herseus in his body for the first time, and found that his magic was slowly draining.

Apparently, the old magician used a special method to maintain an outward image through magic.

"Amosich, I didn't expect your body to hide here?" Herseus was suspended in the air, his blood-red eyes staring at the wall of flames in front of him.

"Huh, you...... Are you ......" the voice became confused, "You're not dead yet?"

A small ball of flame slowly peeled off the wall of the flames and floated in front of Herseus.

Writhing, a small dragon of flames slowly appeared. With two heads and wings, lion claws and scorpion tails, all over his body is surrounded by firelight like training.

Upper Rank Demon, Amosich, the two-headed demon dragon.

"You demons are not dead, how can anything happen to me, Amosich. ”

"Come to think of it, how did Herseus, the 'knocker', get into such a miserable situation......" The two-headed demon dragon looked around and sighed, "What a vicissitudes of the world." ”

"How much better can you be than me?" Herseus snorted, "to survive in such a place. ”

"Alas......" one person and one dragon sighed at the same time.

Cyrell couldn't see anything outside the wall of flames, only sporadic words, a mist at the end.

Allegri next to him sighed.

The old people of thousands of years ago, seeing each other today, I don't know what it's like inside.

(The first update, a new knocker appears)

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