Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

"Trash! Trash!"

The forest was as silent as death, the wind stopped and the shadows stopped, and the roar became extraordinarily loud. The strong smell of blood accompanied by the smell of decay spread from the source of the sound from the inside to the outside.

The deepest part of the ancient forest wrapped in layers is the origin of everything. The man holding a kerosene lamp with an ancient golden shape in his hand, which is still emitting glistening brilliance, expresses the despair after madness.

There were many people who looked like him standing around him, they were lying or lying on their stomachs, and even the strength to make a sound was completely weak due to the loss of magic power, only he stood with difficulty relying on the brilliance he was about to foresee.

The ground was stained dark red by fresh blood, and undried liquid slowly flowed along the trajectory of the formation under the feet.

With the last of his strength the man raised the lamp above his head.

The moonlight shone on the lamp body, emitting a cold silver light, and the small flame burning in the wick changed from a jumping orange red to a snowy silver fire that surpassed the silver moon.

Other than that nothing has changed.There is no powerful force, no majestic spell power, let alone drive it, it is no different from an ordinary lamp.

He is not reconciled, not reconciled, all of this is fake!

What super-grade spells, what strongest weapon used to seal the double-faced Nuo, what god's creation, are all lies!He dropped the lamp on the bright red ground.

There was no sound of landing.

Like a feather falling to the ground, only the red dirt on the lamp body shows that it has changed its place. The dancing flame dimmed, and then everything returned to calm.

The man frantically used his last magic power to throw this legendary magic tool into the abyss behind the cliff in the distance.

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What should I do if I wear a light at the beginning?

Now 16 years old, a high school student who has never done anything bad except being obsessed with Two-dimensional and does not want to make progress. Through the screen projected like a holographic projection, he saw a lamp reflected on the lake. Old kerosene lamp.

If it wasn't for the wrong scene, he would also like to sigh that there is such an old lamp—wait, this seems to be his new body, so I won't complain.

The lamp base was stuck in the crevices of the stones in the lake to fix it. Even though most of it was soaked in the water, it still shone brightly—except for this small and dim light that was not lit by the fireflies at night.

Can't move, can't make a sound, can't feel anything, can't do anything, as if he has really become a lamp, he is floating in a void.

The death is inexplicable, and it is better to live than not to live. Only something similar to the soul or consciousness is left. He began to think of a way to self-destruct. He saw the small flames burning in the projection, and he probably waited for the fire to burn out. Alright.

If only I could eat the kaiseki cuisine on the street corner again before it completely dissipated...

He let his consciousness indulge, and glimpsed some broken records in the edge of nothingness.

He saw that the king of the curse, the two-faced Nuo, plunged the curse world into a grand catastrophe and demonstration-like destruction. In order to exorcise him, a conjurer who escaped by chance began to look through ancient books everywhere, and found the so-called forbidden tool. The storage place of the special magic tool "Min".

The conjurer summoned his colleagues, sacrificed his own blood and soul, broke the seal and awakened the magic tool, trying to manipulate it and use it to exorcise the cursed king.

Unexpectedly, a broken lamp that was useless except for being inextinguishable was summoned. The only conjurer with strength was so angry that he threw him out.

Why it didn't work... Probably because he didn't pass it through, this lamp is insane, I don't understand what you mean.

Sensing the information remaining on the lamp body, Shendumin slowly opened his eyes.

Ok?

He quickly manipulated his jerky and stiff body to look down at the lake.

Platinum hair color, very long, glowing with radiance, loose and loose, his face is five or six points similar to his own appearance in his impression, but younger, more like a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

In Tong's golden eyes, there are faint and tiny fireflies burning in the depths of the pupils, and he is only wearing an old robe.Probably the lamp is anthropomorphic and it looks like this.

He tried to stand up, then slapped his face and plunged into the lake.

Only then did he feel something strange, his foot replaced the lamp holder and got stuck in the crevice of the stone.

The eyes that can still be opened when submerged in the water are looking affectionately at the dead eyes of a small fish, and then the fish flopped and ran away.

Shen Duming felt that the beginning of the underworld was just like this.

After soaking for an unknown amount of time, he was able to fully grasp the new shell, slowly pulled out his feet, and Shendu stood up.

Half of his body was still in the water, cold. Fortunately, he was very close to the shore. He walked ashore step by step, and suddenly felt an oppressive aura approaching, and the direction was behind him.

Generally speaking, if you know there is a ghost behind you and still turn your head to look, you are often the only one who is frightened.

Shendu chose to pretend not to know.

Then he was firmly pinched by a huge hand, a claw that didn't look like a human being. The sharp nails almost pierced his cheek, and then there was a huge pressure that almost crushed him.

Fuck, it hurts, wait a minute, I don't seem to feel it.

Don't be silly, Master is now a lamp, the old and sturdy kind, the kind that can't be extinguished after being thrown so far and soaked in water.

He controlled his facial expression, and turned his head slightly indifferently to look at the "ghost" who attacked him.

Um? ?This shape...

Are you the two-faced Su Nuo?

My good fellow, the king of curses is actually by my side.

"Interesting, is Fu Sangshen born from a magic tool?" The interrogative sentence was read out in a firm tone, and the hands of the two-faced Su Nuo holding his shoulders turned his whole lamp around.

A pair of calm to indifferent eyes were quietly burning with flames.

"Boring." He exerted force in his hand, enough to destroy everything, but it just made Fu Sangshen's long hair flutter in front of him. He stood still, even though the ground under his feet was cracked, he didn't move at all.

It seems to be a real object, not moving, speaking, or looking.

A blow is negated.

Two-faced Su Nuo was a little surprised and narrowed his eyes.

"Well, it's just a thing." He defined it casually, restraining his spell power.

Only then did he take a good look at the spell in front of him, and Su Nuo on both sides suddenly understood something, and laughed like a lunatic: "Those ants want to use you to deal with me?"

Then let them watch the magic tool that has paid so much to wake up, be manipulated by the target he wants to deal with, and turn around and take their lives.

It's rare for Two-faced Su Nuo to have the idea of ​​killing his heart. In the past, he would directly crush those annoying ants.

As for this Fusangshen who was born from the magic tool... it should have just incarnated, it really looks like a blank sheet of paper.

Not stained with any color, and has no natural advantages or characteristics, apart from a good appearance, these eyes are dead, indifferent, and boring.

"Want to live? Follow along."

Su Nuo on both sides turned around and walked a long distance before shouting emotionlessly.

Fu Sangshen, who seemed to be forgotten, slowly stepped forward, following behind him like a puppet.

Two-faced Su Nuo can't break through his defense, but he doesn't think so highly of himself that he can defeat the opponent. Before he thought about dying, he would die. Now that he has successfully become Fusangshen, he still lives for the time being. Bar.

So in this case the most conservative one was chosen.

Maintaining the status quo.

Sure enough, in the face of such an uncertain guy, he should be as motionless as a piece of wood.

Shen Dumin said that he is so witty, as for the other party's mouth to use him to deal with the conjurer, he doesn't even know what the use of this lamp is except to illuminate the ugliness of Su Nuo on both sides in the night, no matter how powerful the king of curses is, Let him change from a waste to a supreme sword?

I still have to let my grandfather go, a little bit.

Then I heard that sound followed.

...he is still dead.