Chapter 186: Infighting

"Have you seen the three roads ahead?"
In the spacious space, looking at the three roads divided into the front, Myrduo said dignifiedly.
In front, dark black trees and silver trees stand quietly, dividing the road into three.
On the road in the middle, a ray of golden light was spreading, paved on the road in the middle, emitting a sacred breath.
On the left, the silver tree stood quietly, and the silver leaves swayed gently, hanging down a silver radiance, looking holy and beautiful.
As for the road on the far right, it was flooded with a piece of black, and it looked flat and unremarkable.
This represents three roads for people with three different identities.
"On the middle road, only the master is qualified to pass through. Even if the unknown adult had corpses before his death, then this road should also enter the mausoleum."
Looking at the scene ahead, Myrdor said: "Only the owner of the mausoleum, or the descendants and relatives of the mausoleum owner, are eligible to walk this road. If the others leave, it will cause unpredictable consequences."
"The silver road on the left, if there is no accident, should represent the guests, and only the people who are welcome are eligible to go."
"Then the last way?"
Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked rhetorically.
"Naturally prepared for unwelcome people."
Speaking here, Myrdor's face was calm, but his eyes were dignified: "Of course, if you feel that you will be welcomed, you can also take the road on the left to try it out, but once the appraisal fails, the consequences are more than the road on the right It's more serious. "
"What are the rules and etiquette of shit."
Hearing that, Raman frowned suddenly, and some could not understand the purpose of doing so.
If you really do n’t want people to pass, then it ’s okay to block the road directly. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of them, the two formal wizards are simply unable to resist, but they must set up such a ceremony at the entrance.
"This is an ancient death ritual that has its own significance."
Myrduo was noncommittal, pointing directly to a stone tablet carved outside the index meter.
"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the deceased ... Aliens on the road to death, if they fail to pass the identification, the soul will be swallowed and bound by the tree of death and become the guardian of the Sun Emperor ..."
Looking at the stone tablet in the distance, as well as the text written in Qur'an, Raman read it word by word, and then his face was white.
"I understand now."
Myrduo turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long time, he raised his arm and pointed to the trees in front: "These are the trees of death. Once they die on the road, the soul will be absorbed into those trees and be eternal. Is sealed in this mausoleum and guards this ruin. "
"Is there any way to crack?"
Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Raman frowned and asked directly.
"Of course."
Myrduo turned around and looked at his face, with a smirk suddenly on his face: "Sacrifice you! I will naturally pass by !!"
boom! !
The violent explosion sounded in the place, like something suddenly exploded. A figure appeared in front of Raman. There was an additional machete in his hand, and he cut it directly at the other party.
bump! !
The high-speed dancing blade traversed the tears in the surrounding air, and the scimitar was trembling gently, making a whisper like a baby's wailing, which was very scary.
This one was cut directly on the other side, and the sword wind was carried together, as if it was cut on a thick piece of flesh, and a piece of flesh was splashed, dripping the blood from the surrounding earth.
With a touch, Raman fell heavily on the ground, and there was a long crack in his chest, from which he could even see the internal organs.
"Why are you!!"
Suddenly encountered such a blow from his companion, Raman's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he looked at the Mildo in front with a deep puzzling expression.
"Hey ... don't you want to know how to pass this road? It's actually very simple."
Standing on the spot, holding a scimitar in his right hand, Mildo had a grin on his face, and with his red robe, he looked like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "Except for his own In addition to strength, anyone who wants to pass the lost road can only pass this path at the cost of the sacrifice of the same soul. "
"Otherwise, do you think I will be so kind, and share the hard-earned ruins with you?"
Crazy voices kept ringing in front of my eyes, and the voice had not completely dropped. A machete with sword wind chopped straight down.
Raman reluctantly moved, rolled aside from the spot, and escaped the knife in a very thrilling posture.
The split machete cut straight on the ground, just cut on a piece of tofu, and cut a long dent directly on the ground, which shocked the gravel.
"Don't pretend, do you think I don't know that you are talking to me?"
Myrduo wore a red robe, holding a scimitar, and looked at Raman on the ground with a sneer. He sneered: "You think I can't see it. As early as when you entered the ruins, you were ready to give me a dark hand. . "
"Cough ..." A slight cough sounded in place. Although the sound was aging, it did not have the weak feeling that the old man should have.
Under the sight of Myrdor, Raman stood up from the spot. The scary wound on his chest looked scary, but it didn't seem to affect him at all.
"I originally thought that at least I wouldn't come to this step until I saw something worth doing."
If he stood up indifferently, Raman's face was indifferent, and a pair of murky eyes looked at Myrdor, as if looking at a dead man: "I didn't expect to be here, I would come to this step."
"What do you know?"
Myrdol sneered: "Do you know where this is?"
"This is the tomb of the last pure-blood emperor of the ancient elves, and its strength is at least comparable to that of the fifth-level wizard, far beyond the level of the wizarding world."
"For such a great existence, even if it only leaks a little, it is worth the life of the official wizard. It is a matter of time before turning your face."
Speaking of this, a grin appeared on his face again: "Since sooner or later you want to turn your face, it might as well let your soul pave the way for me !!"
The gorgeous knife light danced quickly, exuding soft sounds in the surrounding space, but it sounded swollen and uncomfortable.
A powerful mental force poured out, instantly suppressing the spirit of the other party, causing Raman's face standing opposite to change greatly, revealing an incredible expression: "You have reached the transformation period !!"
"Haha! Now I know it's too late!"
Myrduo acted fiercely, and at the moment when the opponent was suppressed, the scimitar in his hand exuded a brilliance, chopping straight on the opponent, making a loud noise.
After this blow, Raman's half of his body exploded directly, and a violent force passed into the body of the opponent's bend, almost torn apart his half of the body, and completely lost the power of action. .
At the next moment, blood and flesh were splattered, suddenly exploded in situ, all splashed onto Myrdor, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to begin to corrode.
A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked very aging, it was very powerful. It stabbed forward and pierced Myrdor's chest completely, and the arm emerged from the other end.
Suddenly suffering this, Myrdor was like an okay man, with blood on his face, and he was constantly waving the scimitar in his hand like a lunatic.
bump! bump! bump!
A violent impact sounded on the spot, a sharp scimitar was chopped on Raman's body continuously, just like chopping meat, and he chopped it into a ball of meat. Out any shape.
But even so, the current Raman is still not dead, there is still a little vitality attached to the remaining flesh and blood, and a little granulation continues to breed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to heal.
"ended!!"
Looking at the flesh in front of him, Mildo's face showed a mad smile, and all his mana was injected into the right-handed scimitar, making the scimitar glow bloody, looking strange and bloody, and then directly cut down .
boom! ! !
A loud explosion sounded in place.
In front of Myrdore, he was cut by a scimitar, and the mass of inhuman flesh flew away immediately. The scattered flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, staining Myrdor's face with a color.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Feeling that the life of flesh and blood in front of him completely disappeared, Myrdol laughed wildly, and with his honor at this time, it made people think of lunatics.
It took the life of a formal wizard personally, and the machete in his hand also changed. The blood that was originally contaminated on it disappeared slowly, as if it was absorbed by a machete.
A fierce white light ignited in place, and a little mist slowly rose, condensed into a group of people, and rushed directly onto the huge stone monument in front of it, making the stone monument faint golden glow.
Hiding in the corner, watching this scene quietly, including Andrew and Sisti, several wizard apprentices shuddered and dared not look directly at the Mildor in front of them.
With the death of Raman, the parasitic technique on them has been released, but despite this, they are still imprisoned here.
Myrduo's mental power is pressing on them, not only imprisoning their actions to some extent, but also bringing them great pressure, as soon as they move, they will be immediately noticed by the other party.
This is an absolute difference in the level of life. A formal wizard, as long as there is still spiritual power, wanting to suppress an apprentice is just a breeze.
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