Chapter 151 Come on, let’s go together. Losers are out, winners take all!
That mass of light twisted and changed into various forms, condensed into substance, like the aggregation of countless bright mercury.
Even through the spell projection, the four third-level wizards outside the secret realm seemed to be able to feel the majestic and terrifying power conveyed in the picture.
The spiritual aggregation of elemental energy, referred to as "Yuanling", is the symbol of dawn wizards above level 4. It is also the realm that those who stand at the top of level 3 and have half-stepped out of the fog are striving to pursue.
The four people stared fixedly at the picture shown in the magic projection, their faces changed, and their eyes kept blooming with intense brilliance.
"It's true that it's a space elemental spirit, but its form is extremely unstable, and it suddenly appears just after someone enters the exploration... There is a high probability that it is another dawn that gives birth to spiritual consciousness and wants to take the opportunity to escape from the control of the ancient prohibition in the Court of Mirrors. "Grade magic tool."
Someone spoke in a low voice.
This inference was recognized by the other three.
The "Yuanling" of a fourth-level wizard is still in the gestation stage. To truly manifest the "Yuanling", one needs to be at least level five in strength.
Compared to the possibility that there is a fifth-level dawn wizard who has lived for an unknown number of years hidden in the secret realm at the core of the Court of Mirrors... a few people are obviously more inclined to think that this is something left behind by the ancient wizard of the Court of Mirrors. High-end magic equipment.
Over a long period of time, nourished by abundant and rich elemental energy particles, a trace of spiritual consciousness was born on its own, creating a scene similar to the dawn-level wizard releasing the "Yuanling" in front of him.
Of course, the most important basis to support this conclusion is that before, during the exploration and excavation of the ruins of the ancient Court of Mirrors by the six wizarding forces, they had witnessed the emergence of two similar Dawn-level magic tools.
One piece fled immediately after escaping from the confinement of the magic circle and disappeared without a trace.
The other one was collected by the Thunder Council among the six wizarding forces, after paying a huge price to compensate the other five wizarding forces one by one.
Several major wizard forces are so eager to open the core area of the ancient Garden of Mirrors for exploration as soon as possible, and even spend three equally precious and rare Keys of Nirvana. The reason is too simple, because they have already seen it in the Garden of Mirrors. A rare treasure that is more precious than the Key to Nirvana - everyone wants more!
The four leading wizards from the Molten Crystal Lake, Black Nightmare Swamp, Silver Ring and Thorn Palace sent news back to their headquarters as soon as the sudden change occurred during the exploration operation.
After everything was arranged, everyone's eyes returned to the huge water screen in front of them. At this time, everyone's mood became a little different from before.
"Hello!"
The bald wizard holding the burning stone staff in Molten Crystal Lake slowly put down the communication stone in his hand, suddenly grinned, and then shouted to the black nightmare swamp wizard wearing a feather mask next to him, "You guys playing with bugs... add... How about a note?
Looking at this dawn-level magic tool, who will be chosen in the end in the name of inheritance? "
The third-level wizard of Black Nightmare Swamp narrowed his eyes and said nothing, but his attitude was self-evident.
The bald wizard of Molten Crystal Lake cast his eyes towards Caroni and the green-robed wizard again.
"What about you, do you want to join in and have some fun?"
The green-robed witch in Thorn Palace had an eagerness to try on her face, and she kept looking at Caroni with encouraging eyes.
"..You can try it.
It’s not all about strength, luck also plays a big part..."
Caroni's eyes flickered, and finally he calmly shook his head.
The green-robed wizard looked disappointed, while the bald wizard from Molten Crystal Lake looked away expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Reflecting Corridor. Through inheritance eight..."
In the long corridor surrounded by mirrors, Ronan was thinking about the fragmentary information he had just received in his mind.
The silver humanoid figure, emitting bright light and with a mysterious and majestic aura, was still standing quietly at the end of the corridor, as if waiting for Ronan to take the initiative to approach.
“Can we get the inheritance left by the ancient Court of Mirrors through this corridor?
Only eight people can pass this round? "
Ronan quickly drew some inferences based on fragmentary information.
Before he could take action, "Boom!"
There was already a huge roar of magic in my ears.
At this time, the mirrors on both sides of him began to change.
The figure that belonged to him quickly faded away, replaced by stranger figures wearing various robes.
The wizards from the four major forces participating in this exploration all appeared in this corridor called "Returning Light".
Everyone occupies a corridor, and their positions are almost parallel, and they can see each other's appearance at the moment.
On the left and right sides of Ronan stood a wizard from Black Nightmare Swamp and Thorn Palace respectively.
Among them, the wizard from the Thorn Palace, after seeing Ronan's appearance, his pale face immediately showed an expression of shock mixed with deep resentment and a trace of fear. He was the young wizard whose skull was smashed twice by him before.
He had woken up and was teleported into this corridor.
At this moment, all the wizards participating in this exploration are like athletes standing on the same starting line, waiting for the starting gun to sound.
"Buzz——"
Ronan muttered the syllables of the spell in his mouth when someone else appeared on either side of him. He summoned a densely packed frost spear that exuded strong cold air, and pointed towards the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on the right. out.
The latter was immediately frightened and subconsciously stepped back.
At this moment, they were standing so close that it was almost as if there was only a transparent wall between them, and the visual distance between them was less than ten meters.
While Ronan threw a [Frost Spear] at the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on the right, a piece of crystal wall armor like a curtain of ice and snow quietly emerged around him, guarding against the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard on the left.
The other party was indeed aiming at him to cast spells, and the speed was only slightly slower than his movements.
At the same time, the wizards standing in different passages of this "corridor" had countless spells bursting out from their hands.
However, these spells ultimately failed.
Ronan saw with his own eyes that dozens of frost spears he shot penetrated the transparent wall beside him and then disappeared silently.
The connection with spiritual power was immediately severed.
The spell did not fall on the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on the right, and the spell of the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard on the left also did not appear in front of him.
"It seems like we can't attack each other?"
Ronan's eyes flashed, "Then the eight clearance places are all about speed?!"
"boom!"
A white air wave visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded in the mirror corridor. Ronan disappeared on the spot, turning into a blurry black shadow and rushing toward the end of the corridor.
If this is really a racing competition, looking down from a high altitude, you can see that on the hundreds of "tracks" that are densely packed in a circle and aimed at the common end point at the center, the one belonging to Ronan is a black line. The line is catching up with the others at an incredible speed, constantly approaching the end point of the center of the circle.
"Boom! Boom! Boom——"
Ronan completely gave up the acceleration of the second-level flying magic tool and relied purely on physical strength. His speed was much faster than relying on the flying magic ring.
I don’t know what kind of material this corridor full of mirrors is made of. No matter how powerful his legs are, they will not leave any traces on the ground.
Luo An was like a black lightning flowing in the passage, making violent explosions from time to time as he moved forward at great speed.
"It's time to find time to improve the proficiency of the master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] and improve the [Innocuous Body] plus the transformation of the body by the blood of the ancient frost hydra. The continuous increase in physical strength is slowly becoming a bit difficult to handle." control."
Ronan was thinking silently in his mind as he moved forward.
What he valued about Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship] was the absolute control it gave him over his body functions. Before this, this control ability had always been easy to control, but now it gradually became beyond its control.
"call--"
Ronan turned into a strong wind and rushed out of the corridor.
The figure changed from extremely moving to extremely still in an instant, with only the swaying robes and long hair still silently expressing the violence of this speed.
The silver human figure that had been standing at the end of the corridor now turned into a huge ball of light, suddenly reaching the very high sky, looking down indifferently like a silver sun.
A large number of mysterious rune patterns loomed between Ronan and the silver light group, blocking light and distance.
Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze and glanced around, only to realize that he was now on a huge circular platform.
The platform was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge flat mirror. Ronan lowered his head and could clearly see his reflection on the ground.
There are a total of eight platforms like this around Ronan.
Eight huge mirror-like platforms float quietly in the air in a circular shape, with an invisible bottom underneath.
"Shua——"
A figure penetrated the ripples in the air and suddenly appeared in front of Ronan. It was a wizard of the Molten Crystal Lake wearing a red robe. His skin was slightly dark and his face was square. He was obviously startled when he saw Ronan, and then quickly turned around with a vigilant look on his face. Put some distance between you and him.
Immediately afterwards, more and more figures appeared on the platform.
The same was true on the other platforms, with figures appearing one after another.
The wizards who were previously in the Reflection Corridor were teleported to different mirror platforms one after another after some "racing".
Ronan retreated to a corner of the platform and frowned slightly.
Only then did he realize that his previous inference was not accurate. The Reflective Corridor was not a real place for competition. The speed of walking through the corridor did not mean anything. Now this platform was where they were about to fight.
"Exactly eight."
Ronan was thinking silently. There were more and more people on the platform he was on, and finally stopped increasing when the number reached nineteen.
Among these nineteen people, the largest number are the wizards from Molten Crystal Lake, with eight in total.
Then there were six Wizards of Thorn Palace wearing green robes.
There were only four people from the Silver Circle, including him.
Of course, there were the fewest wizards in the Black Nightmare Swamp. There were only two of them. As soon as they entered the platform, they immediately used some special magic method to hide their figures. Only their mental power could capture some faint traces of energy fluctuations.
The other three Circle Wizards naturally moved closer to Ronan.
The same goes for the other factions, who keep a sufficient distance from each other and look at each other with fear.
No one knows what will happen next, but many people seem to be able to guess what will happen next.
The atmosphere on the platform became tense and subtle.
"Glenn, from the First Circle."
Among the four people gathered in the Silver Ring, a handsome young man with a decent appearance, blue hair and gray eyes took the initiative to introduce himself.
Then he turned his attention to the next person, who hesitated slightly and quickly announced his home address.
The four of them took turns, and Ronan was no exception.
He doesn't dislike being in a group with others, especially in this uncertain situation. Standing with people of the same power can at least make him look less conspicuous.
The four magic circle wizards, Glenn and a round-faced wizard from the third magic circle, are all in the late stage of the second level. The other young man is in the middle stage of the second level. Ronan's strength in the early stage of the second level just after being promoted seems to be quite " Attention." The other three looked at him with slightly strange eyes, but they didn't say anything.
"Have you participated in the internal communication competition of the Seventh Ring?"
Glenn from the First Circle spoke after everyone introduced themselves.
But before anyone could answer, the huge silver light group hanging above everyone's heads suddenly shone brightly, followed by a mysterious rune symbol the size of a palm, like a lens, lit up above each circular platform.
At the same time, a powerful wave of consciousness spread like the sudden sunshine, and along with it, the indistinct male and female voice sounded again.
"Qualification. One. Next round. Inheritance!"
"Buzz!"
The light of the transparent rune array rose from around the circular platform, wrapping upwards to form a huge bowl shape.
The same lens rune flashes on the top of each "bowl-shaped" platform.
This time everyone successfully interpreted the meaning conveyed by the silver light group——
There are eight platforms, and people on each platform fight with each other to choose one person to enter the next round of inheritance test.
The mysterious lens-shaped runes on the top of the platform are the qualification certificate to enter the next round of inheritance test!
Almost immediately after this wave of consciousness fell, the light of magic suddenly lit up on the platform where Ronan was sitting, followed by several figures flashing in the air, rushing to pounce on the person suspended at the end. The mysterious rune at the top.
Violent explosions sounded on every platform, the light of spells, and the aftermath of energy collisions.
The several figures who rushed towards the rune for the first time clashed several times in an instant, but no one succeeded. Instead, the rune representing qualifications was gently pushed away to other places.
The people below also reacted quickly. Different tones, different spells, and intensive spell chanting sounded almost at the same time.
".I ranked 18th in the exchange competition within the Seventh Ring. I was just one point away from entering the first echelon and qualifying for the first battlefield!"
Glenn, a handsome young man from the first magic circle, had a bright light in his eyes, and he growled coldly and forcefully at the people who were also in the magic circle, "If no one of you is stronger than me, then I will give you my full assistance." Me! This inheritance.”
"boom!"
Before the handsome young man Glenn could finish speaking, a huge white air wave suddenly exploded around them.
Immediately afterwards, they saw a blurry figure that was so fast that it was almost difficult to catch it with mental strength. It crossed many distances in an instant, appeared next to the wandering runes like a teleport, and grabbed the runes representing qualifications in its hands. .
"Well"
Glenn, who had just declared his "leadership", was stunned.
The other two magic circle wizards were also stunned.
The wizards from other forces on the platform were also stunned for a moment.
Everyone saw that a handsome young man with white hair, blue eyes, and a gray-silver robe was standing high in the sky above everyone's heads, looking thoughtfully at the runes shining like lenses in his hands.
Soon, the young man stopped looking at the runes and turned to look at the people below.
His eyes swept over the mission rings worn on everyone's hands. Finally, the slender fingers who also wore mission rings clenched the lens runes in their hands little by little, and said calmly: "Come on, Let's go together.
In this game, the loser is out, and the winner takes all! "
(End of chapter)