high castle elves

A huge slash mark was left deep on the ground, and the obsidian-like ground of the hell began to squirm like a living creature, slowly eliminating the slash mark.

It's like the water surface has closed after the floating boat has passed.

As a place where gods are imprisoned, if the Black Prison was so easily broken, the Bloody Shadow would have returned to the Shadow Plane long ago, under the command of the terrifying Shadow King.

“Even though He crowns you, He will also crucify you. Even though He cultivates you, He will also cut you off.

Though he ascends to your highest heights, caressing your branches and leaves that tremble in the sun,

He will also come down to your roots and shake all the joints of your foundation to the ground. "At the end of the huge slash, the old lame chanted more and more ethereally, and a strange purple blood spilled out of the void within a foot of his chest. But his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were kind. The shepherd laments the lost lamb.

"Long time no see, my child, my favorite Eagle of the Blue Sky, Qianshan." The old lame said to the warrior opposite with a smile. “It’s always a joy to meet again after a long absence, and it makes me miss the wonderful years we spent together.”

"Really? Your arrival is the only thing I look forward to in this endless purgatory." The warrior walked out of the mist, "For this day, I kept swinging my sword and killing, Practicing in this hopeless place where even time and hope have stopped is to drag you into this purgatory!"

The fog became thicker and thicker, and the warrior stood about seven feet in front of the old lame man, his face crazy, but his eyes as cold as ice. "Finally, I transformed into Shura just to kill you with my sword today!"

"So you have experienced such a respectable tempering?" The old lame laughed, looking at the dark sun above his head, his expression becoming more pious: "He grinds you until you are white. He kneads you until you are pliable; then He sends you to his home. The holy fire will go up and you will become the holy bread at the feast of the dark sun."

For some reason, a black light suddenly responded to the old lame's call. The hanging black light began to slowly fluctuate around the old lame like a living thing.

He is summoning the power of Cyric!

Even Alamir could see it. The lame old man's body was like a whirlpool, slowly absorbing the cool black light around him.

In the Black Prison, as the puppet of the Dark Sun, the warrior named Qianshan can receive the protection of Cyric in the Black Prison, but as a senior disciple of Cyric, Yuna is even at the level of the Grand Priest. St. Sardine can also draw on Cyric's power. He is close to the legend. Maybe he has some secret method that can smooth the class gap between the two!

Unable to let him go on like this, the warrior named Qian Shan focused his eyes, sheathed his sword, lowered his body weight, pointed his toes at the lame prophet in front of him, and his robes were not fluttering in the wind.

"Iai?" Alamir recognized the other person's posture at a glance.

Alarmir responded with a cold and murderous look.

At that moment, Alamir even saw countless sword lights coming towards him. He was caught off guard and felt as if he was naked and facing countless swords, and his whole body ached.

It was as if if he moved, he would be killed by countless sword energy.

Alamir finally understood why neither Master of Silence nor Lame Lame moved when it was such a good time.

Because if they move, they will be attacked overwhelmingly by the opponent!

Alamir remembered that the two masters once mentioned that the biggest difference between innate and first-class masters is that innate understanding of heaven and earth has reached a certain level, and it can expand its own momentum again and become a "field"!

In the "field" of an innate master, his advantage will be infinitely expanded, and the laws will be distorted. Various images will appear when he takes action, and the enemies in them will react in every detail.For example, in Yang Guo's Sad Ecstasy Field, all enemies will be depressed and lose their will to resist. In Ximen Chuixue's Ten Thousand Plum Sword Field, the sword energy turns into cold air, making people feel bitingly cold, as if they are surrounded by ten thousand swords. !

Alamir thought of the previous legendary battle. One man formed an army, and all creatures were greatly improved in the legendary field. Could it be the "field"? ?Or do you mean "domain"? ?

Alamir once saw the "domains" of two masters. It seemed that in their "domains", the rules of heaven and earth operated according to their wishes, consistent with their own sword intentions or sword ways.

Could it be that if the "domain" is improved again, various miraculous effects will occur. Under the influence of faith, their "domain" will be upgraded again and become a "sanctuary" that can protect believers. Finally, under the influence of faith, they will finally lift up the throne of God. , turning the "domain" into the kingdom of God? ? ?

Between life and death, Alamir was suddenly startled, feeling that he had discovered the biggest secret of the difference between the two cultivation systems.

Masters and their "domains" are built by themselves, consolidated and deepened by absorbing the power of heaven and earth or following their own laws. Although the results are extremely slow, they belong entirely to themselves.

As for the strong men in this world, they chose a "quick fix", "trick", or "different world characteristic" method - relying on the faith of believers to quickly consolidate and expand their own "domain", with quick results. It's powerful, but it's been associated with faith ever since.

"I don't want to take the sacred way of incense..." At this time, Alamir thought of Yang Guo's comment back then, and felt cold sweat break out!

Although he didn't know if his guess was correct, Alamir always felt that he had barely seen the so-called tip of the iceberg.

Although it may be wrong.

While I was thinking, the warrior named Qianshan moved!

"Iai·Musheng cassock!"

A shocking sword light, as the opponent drew his sword and slashed out, turned into a soul-stirring dark blood-colored cold light, and struck straight at the old lame man.

At the same time, a phantom of a ghost Buddha with three heads and six arms and a ferocious face showing the appearance of an Asura, a hungry ghost and a hell appeared, chanting strange and terrifying mantras behind it.

"All living beings born from the womb, from eggs, from moisture, from metamorphosis, and all kinds of creatures are our blood food!"

Dao Gang! !If Alamir saw it correctly, this was definitely Dao Gang. The sword light that looked like a huge blade just now was the Gang Qi that could only be used after entering the Xiantian.

Alamir's hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly released for half a minute, and he stood upright. A series of sounds of joint movement were heard, and a force of strength rose from the bottom of his feet, along the tail vertebrae, climbed up the twelfth floor and went straight to the top of his head. Lumen, his spine stood upright like a sword, his whole body became half an inch taller, and an upright and pure sword intention rose up on its own.

"The husband's sword is a sharp weapon in elegance, with uprightness, gentleness and sharpness, and gentleness." - "Sword Essence Thousand Words".

Swinging the purest sword with the most sincere heart is also unique to Ximen Chuixue's gentleness.

Under the ghosts and Buddhas, the sword energy rushes into the night.