Magic Tool

The breath on his body rose suddenly, pressing towards Luo Wen.

Just the next second, the aura on his body was suppressed by the Pope in front, and at the same time a look stopped him.

When Luo Wen saw this, he sighed in his heart, how could these people not judge the situation.

It's not that Rowan doesn't care about the strength of the Dark Holy See. On the contrary, he attaches great importance to it. The Dark Holy See has a total of three saints, and its hard power is beyond the sky. On the contrary, the Bright Holy See only has two saints. The rules of shooting, everyone's high-end combat power is safe and sound, and inside the Holy See of Light and the Holy See of Darkness, there are also saints, monsters, or other alien races that need to be suppressed, and the saints cannot take action.

However, the Pope of the Dark Holy See is a saint himself, so he can naturally awe people from the bottom of their hearts.

However, within the Magic Guild, Rowan does not need to be in awe. He is now representing the Magic Guild, not himself.

He turned his head and glanced at the man, and said calmly, There are some things you don't know, I don't blame you. The breath on his body became strange, and the majesty gradually radiated out, faintly opposing the dark church.

The number of rules and laws he possesses is definitely the most in the world. In fact, just as he rose, the almost perfect aura avoided the aura of the dark church people, directly occupying half of the country in the hall.

Then he turned his head and said to Heiye, I respect you as a saint, so I saw you once, and now it's over.

Night sighed.

He can feel the thick and outrageous rules and laws in Luo Wen. These fields and rules are basically about to be unified. As long as they are unified, they can become a saint. With his attainments, he can enter There is basically no problem in the field. Stanford, an idiot, offended such a god and made the Dark Church lose such a powerful ally. It is simply a pig's brain.

And even if he used his hands, with the rules and the number of laws on him, combined at will, the power is almost more than the average saint. This person is currently unable to restrain himself, and he can't deal with it, unless he can sneak attack in an instant. It might be possible to break all the defenses on his body. He thought of a person, but he erased it from his mind in an instant.

It's not an enemy.

But when he thought about the other candidates in the holy religion, he felt helpless.

He turned his head and reprimanded that person in a rather stern tone, then turned his head and calmed down again.

We are wrong about this matter. Thank you for your contribution to the holy religion. After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. After all, he is a saint and a pope. Apologizing is one thing, but face is not. leave.

At this time, all the alchemists of the Holy Cult were stunned. This Luo Wen's strength has actually reached such a level.

Seeing his boss walking away, he hurriedly followed.

Stanford didn't leave. He was the last one to walk away. Looking at the extremely terrifying number of rules and laws on Rowan, he was shocked, but at the same time thankful. If he had done something to himself at that time, he might have lost himself Alright.

If you have the Dark Scepter, maybe you can rival him.

This was his first thought. He took a deep look at Luo Wen, secretly beating his heart, and then walked out.

He knew that this young man must have a place in this world.

. . .

After everyone in the Dark Vatican walked away, Luo Wen closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and then his breath suddenly turned down, becoming abnormally low. After all, it is still a little difficult for a person to face the digital great magicians of the Dark Vatican alone. strenuous.

He activated his meditation method, and it took him a long time to recover.

After entering the great magician, with the passage of time, the inherent characteristics of the meditation method allow him to master more rules and laws than ordinary people, and his spiritual power is comparable to that of a saint, but facing a saint and a saint alone Several great magicians really think highly of him.

Not long after, another voice came.

The chairman of the Saga Empire wants to see you, and that one is also a saint.

The voice was very unfamiliar, and Luo Wen opened his eyes, a little dazed.

Who are you?

Little friend Luo Wen, I'm O'Neill. The voice was very peaceful and honest, but just the name surprised Luo Wen.

Master O'Neill, the official president of the Magic Guild.

He thought for a while and said, I have an enmity with the Holy See of Guangming, so it's inconvenient to meet.

Okay, I'll get rid of him for you. In addition, I have returned and am preparing to hold a high-level meeting of the Magic Guild. Come too. The address is here. He sent a coordinate.

Rowan nodded.

He stood up from the ground, glanced at the coordinates, and his heart moved.

This is not the coordinates of the arcane world, it seems to be a small world.

The coordinates are divided into four layers. The first layer of coordinates is the coordinates of the arcane world, the second layer is the coordinates of another small world, the third layer is the general position in the coordinates of that small world, and the fourth layer of coordinates is the specific location.

Luo Wen thought for a while, this is a good opportunity to meet the bigwigs of the Magic Guild, and he couldn't lose face, so he started planning.

. . .

In a different space, in a huge mountain range, there is a very wide valley. The green grass in the valley is faint, forming a large undulating lawn like a football field. Three or four rivers pass through this lawn. .

There are many trees of various colors on both sides of the river, embellishing the entire space.

Birds are flying in the sky, various small animals are running back and forth on the ground, and some large creatures can also be seen, lying far away in the corner of this world, looking at the grassland in the middle, leisurely chewing the green grass in their mouths, Very cozy.

Vibrant and full of life.

On a relatively large and flat lawn, various exquisite stools are filled at the moment, forming an open-air round table council.

Magicians came from all over one after another, and they were generally older. Only a few looked very young, and they looked very bright among the many old magicians. They are uniformly dressed in very solemn magic robes, with their magician level or alchemist level badges hanging on their chests. Each of them has a dignified expression and a serious face. Smile and say hello to each other.

The number of people in the meeting does not seem to be many, only a few hundred, but each of them seems to carry something, and every move has great power.

At this moment, the entire space moved slightly, attracting everyone's attention. After all, this is a small world, which can cause the entire space to vibrate. This person's strength is probably capable of breaking this space.

The entire space vibrated, startling countless birds, and even those grazing animals showed a look of surprise and became restless in place.

The spatial fluctuations stopped suddenly, and a figure appeared in the middle of the meeting.

All the magicians suddenly stopped what they were doing and bowed to the middle.

I met Mr. O'Neill.

This person is O'Neill. He is not tall, only about 1.75 meters. On the chest of the magician's robe is a strange hexagonal badge, which is exquisite and gorgeous.

He wore a tall hat on his head. At this moment, he took off his hat and saluted around.

Welcome to the cornerstones of the Magic Guild. The meeting that started today is very important. Thank you for coming.

Various languages ​​are sparse below.

Honored.

Thanks for the invitation.

. . .

After a while of noise, O'Neill put his hat back on his head, and then sat quietly in the central position, which was his place, and there were two vacant seats beside him.

Magicians come in twos and threes. Every magician who comes will come to the center, salute to O’Neill, and then sit in his seat. The venue is orderly and serious. The communication between magicians basically relies on spiritual power , It looks dull, but in fact it is quite cheerful in private.

Not long after, the number of people arriving was very scarce, and the seats below began to fill up slowly. Even the seat next to O'Neill was now occupied by someone, and this person was Harry.

Vice President Bukaros could only sit at the bottom at the moment, so in the end, everyone became more and more interested in the person next to Harry.

However, most people guessed that this person must be Luo Wen.

At this moment, a space crack in a pitch-black space appeared in the center of the venue. Before they had time to be shocked, Rowan's figure stepped out of the crack, and then the crack disappeared.