sorcerer immortal

Ahead, black trees and silver trees stood quietly, dividing the road into three.

On the road in the middle, wisps of golden light are spreading, paving the road in the middle, exuding wisps of sacred aura.

On the left side, the silver tree stands quietly, the silver leaves sway gently, and the silver light hangs down, looking holy and beautiful.

As for the road on the far right, it is filled with a piece of black, and it looks ordinary, without any abnormality.

This represents three roads for the passage of three different identities.

"On the road in the middle, only the owner is eligible to pass. Even if this unknown adult had a corpse before his death, he should have entered the mausoleum through this road."

Looking at the scene ahead, Meldo said, "Only the owner of the tomb, or the descendants and relatives of the owner of the tomb are eligible to walk this road. If the rest of the people leave, unpredictable consequences will be caused."

"The silver road on the left, if nothing else happens, should represent guests, and only those who are welcomed are eligible to walk."

"And what about the last way?"

Looking at the road ahead, Raman asked back.

"Nature is for the undesirable."

Speaking of this, Meldo's face was calm, but his eyes were serious: "Of course, if you think you will be welcomed, you can also try the road on the left, but if you fail the appraisal, the consequences will be worse than taking the road on the right." It's even more serious."

"What kind of bullshit rules and etiquette are these?"

Hearing this, Laman frowned suddenly, somewhat unable to understand the purpose of doing so.

If you really don't want people to pass through, then it's fine to just seal the road. Judging from the level of the ruins in front of you, the two official wizards are completely powerless to resist, so they want to set up such a ceremony at the entrance.

"This is a death ritual passed down in ancient times, and it has its own meaning of existence."

Meldow was noncommittal, and pointed directly to a stone tablet engraved a few meters away.

"This is the agreement and contract between the living and the dead... If an outsider who embarks on the road of death fails to pass the identification, his soul will be swallowed and bound by the tree of death, and he will become the guardian of the Sun Emperor..."

Looking at the stone tablet in the distance and the words written in Qur'an on it, Raman read it word by word, and then his face turned pale.

"I understand now."

Meldo turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. After a long time, he raised his arms and pointed to the trees in front of him: "These are all trees of death. Once you die on the road, your soul will be absorbed into those trees and be immortalized forever." sealed in this mausoleum, guarding this relic.”

"Is there any way to crack it?"

Looking at the stele in front of him and listening to Meldo's words, Laman frowned and asked directly.

"Of course there is."

Meldo turned around, looked at his face, and suddenly there was a smirk on his face: "Sacrifice you! I can pass naturally!!"

boom! !

A violent explosion sounded on the spot, as if something exploded suddenly, a bloody figure appeared in front of Laman, with an extra scimitar in his hand, and slashed at the opponent directly.

bump! !

The high-speed dancing blade made a tearing sound in the surrounding air, and the blood-colored scimitar trembled slightly, making a low cry like a baby's wail, which was very terrifying.

This slash was directly on the opponent's body, and the sword wind from above swept over it together, as if it had slashed on a thick piece of flesh and blood, splashing a piece of flesh and blood, dripping the surrounding ground with blood.

With the sound of a touch, Laman fell heavily to the ground, and there was a long crack wound on his chest, from which the internal organs could even be seen.

"Why are you!!"

Suddenly encountering such a heavy blow from his companion, Laman's eyes widened, and he looked at Meldo in front of him in disbelief, with a strong sense of puzzlement in his eyes.

"Hey... don't you want to know how to pass this road? It's actually very simple."

Standing in place, holding a blood-colored scimitar in his right hand, Meldo had a ferocious smile on his face, and with his blood-colored red robe, he looked like a devil crawling out of the battlefield: "In addition to relying on my own Beyond strength, anyone who wants to pass the Lost Road only needs to sacrifice the same soul as the price, and they can pass this road."

"Otherwise, do you think I would be so kind to share the ruins I found with you?"

Crazy voices kept ringing in front of his eyes, and before the words fell completely, a blood-colored scimitar slashed straight down with blood-colored sword wind.

Raman barely moved his body, rolled from the spot to the side, and avoided the knife in an extremely dangerous posture.

The scimitar that split the air cut directly on the ground, just like cutting on a piece of tofu, it directly cut a long dent on the ground, shaking up a pile of gravel.

"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know you're talking to me?"

Wearing a red robe and holding a blood-colored scimitar, Meldo sneered at the embarrassed Laman on the ground: "You think I can't see that you were already planning to attack me when you first entered the ruins!" .”

"Cough..." A slight cough sounded on the spot. Although the voice was old, it didn't have the feeling of weakness that an old man should have.

Under Meldo's gaze, Laman stood up from the spot. Although the terrifying wound on his chest looked terrifying, it seemed that it didn't affect him at all.

"I originally thought that at least I would wait until I saw something worth doing before I got to this point."

Standing up from the spot as if nothing had happened, Laman's face was indifferent, and he looked at Meldo with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person: "I didn't expect that I would come to this step just here."

"What do you know?"

Meldo sneered: "Do you know where this is?"

"This is the mausoleum of the last pure-blooded king of the ancient elves. In terms of power, it is at least comparable to a fifth-level wizard, far surpassing the current level of the wizarding world."

"This kind of great existence, even if it only leaks a little bit, it is worth fighting for the life of an official wizard. It will be a matter of time before it turns around."

Speaking of this, a ferocious smile appeared on his face again: "Since sooner or later you will turn your face, why don't you let your soul pave the way for me!!"

The brilliant blood-colored knife light danced quickly, sending out bursts of soft noises in the surrounding space, just listening to it made people's brains swell and hurt, and felt uncomfortable.

A powerful spiritual force surged out, suppressing the other party's spirit in an instant, causing Laman, who was standing opposite him, to change his expression greatly, showing an expression of disbelief: "You have reached the stage of transformation!!"

"Haha! Now I know it's too late!"

Meldo moved fiercely, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was suppressed, the scimitar in his hand exuded a blood-colored brilliance, and slashed straight at the opponent, making a loud noise.

After receiving this blow, half of Laman's body exploded directly, and a violent force passed into his body along the opponent's bend, almost tearing half of his body apart, completely losing the power to move. .

The next moment, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and exploded on the spot, all splashing on Meldo's body, like high-strength sulfuric acid, causing his skin to continuously corrode.

A wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out. Although it looked very old, it was very powerful. It directly pierced Meldo's chest, and a blood-stained arm emerged from the other end.

Suffering this suddenly, Meldo seemed to be a normal person, with blood on his face, and he kept waving the bloody scimitar in his hand like a madman.

bump!bump!bump!

A series of violent impacts sounded on the spot, and a sharp blood-colored scimitar kept slashing at Laman's body, as if he was chopping meat. out of any shape.