Night fell, and a dark curtain enveloped the earth.
The temperature has become slightly cooler, and the wind makes people shiver.
Yang An sat cross-legged on the boulder in the bamboo forest and practiced with his eyes closed. The warmth of the bonfire in front of him drove away the cold night.
Surrounding the camp were a dozen figures.
They all wear black and blue magic cloaks, which can easily isolate the atmosphere and exude a mysterious atmosphere.
This magic cloak was made by Yang An.
Seriously.
He just couldn't stand it anymore.
A bunch of trash who only throws plasma balls.
Damn it, why do you have the nerve to claim to be a magician?
Yang An simply modified the cloaks of the Magic Brotherhood, and carved these magic cloaks with magical patterns from the Harry Potter world, becoming similar to the defensive cloaks made by the Weasley twins.
Comes with invisibility, armor protection and Muggle confusion charm.
With these magic outfits.
Yang An can lead a group of magicians around the world, looking for magic props.
As a result, he gained the gratitude of the members of the Magical Brotherhood.
They said directly, no wonder the Holy Son looks down on them.
This is real magic!
Some people were guarding the surroundings, vaguely protecting Yang An in the center, while others were resting to recuperate their energy.
No one spoke, everyone was doing their own thing silently.
Yang An slowly opened his eyes.
A strange red light flashed from his dark eyes.
The light of the bonfire in front of him shone on his slightly pale face, and his deep facial features made him look majestic and awe-inspiring.
"The demonic energy of fire contained in the Dragon Fang of the Holy Lord has been completely swallowed up."
He let out a breath of turbid air, and a flame rushed out of Yang An's mouth.
He exuded a powerful intimidation and an ancient aura.
It attracted the attention of the magicians. There was surprise in their eyes and they did not disturb the Holy Son.
The momentum originating from the demonic energy of fire was quickly restrained by Yang An.
Raise your hand.
In his hand, a simple mask with cracks appeared. This mask had a ghost-like face and emitted blue light.
Lift it up and look at it.
The evil ghost's face seemed to be looking at Yang An.
However, the evil ghost mask looks less ferocious than Yang An, who has no white pupils and has dark eyes like a ghost.
"Sure enough, the Shadow Kingdom is still under blockade, and the nine generals are asleep. You can use this mask to gain some authority over the Shadow Kingdom."
Yang An said to himself.
Unfortunately, this mask is not far from being shattered.
The Holy Master sealed the mask through magic and continued to draw power from it. In addition, Yang An did not cherish the ghost mask too much.
If it is broken, will the sleeping general of the Shadow Army be resurrected, or will it be completely destroyed?
Yang An thought silently for a moment and temporarily put away his mask.
Stand up.
His actions attracted the attention of the surrounding Magic Brotherhood members.
"Holy Son!"
Everyone in robes bowed respectfully to Yang An.
"Yeah." Yang An nodded to these people.
"You guys continue to wait until Lotus Temple shows up and inform me that I have something to do."
"Yes, the Son."
Seeing his own Holy Son flying out of thin air, soaring into the sky and leaving.
The magicians looked at each other and saw the wonder in each other's eyes.
The power of the Son seems to be stronger.
This made the already extremely devout people fear Yang An even more. They firmly believed that the Holy Son would lead them to establish a new order and a new world!
And all they need to pay is absolute loyalty.
There was no further discussion.
The magicians turned their heads again and continued to wait, absorbing the magic power around them.
Waiting for the appearance of the Lotus Temple on a full moon night.
It is said that there is more knowledge stored there than anywhere else in the world. For magicians, knowledge is power and the greatest wealth.
“Whoops——!”
Yang An's black robe was shaking in the strong wind.
He flew quickly through the mountains and forests, about thirty kilometers away, and randomly found an empty hill to land.
“It’s nice here.”
Look around.
The hills are covered with low shrubs.
There is a large open space, exposed to the light of the bright moon, and there are many rock layers. This is a rock mountain.
Yang An was satisfied. This place was perfect for testing magic. He turned back his hand and took out a wand made of the Holy Lord's dragon teeth and other materials.
Although this wand is a little rough in production, it is very powerful.
Maybe it's because a lot of precious magic materials were used to create it.
The Holy Lord's treasure house contains many precious magic materials.
In a seal for thousands of years.
Most of the magic materials cannot withstand the power of the passage of time and have lost their magic power.
But there are still a few, the most precious magic materials and props, that still retain their magic power.
As the Eight Great Demons, the Holy Lord itself has a very high vision, and the materials and props it collects are all first-class treasures.
And what can be preserved among many precious materials is naturally the top magic material.
Just in time, Yang An used those magic materials to make three magic wands.
This wand in his hand.
The whole body is crystal white, as smooth as jade, and has a slightly curved arc. It is made of the Holy Lord's dragon teeth, lightning strike wood, and the sinews of the evil dragons kept in captivity by the Holy Lord.
When using fire magic and black magic, it can increase the power by fifty percent, which is half the power.
It matches the talent of the Son of Darkness very well.
Another one.
Said to be a magic wand, it is actually a magic ring worn on the hand of Yang An himself.
He seems to be able to cast spells silently and effortlessly without a wand.
In fact, it also relied on the power of that magic ring.
The magic ring was made from a piece of meteorite iron that resonated with magic power in the Holy Lord's treasure house, fused with a large number of precious metals, and inlaid with a scale of a golden-horned giant beast. It was finally completed with the help of my father.
Even my father lamented that this magic ring with scale patterns was an extremely precious magic weapon.
In this era of declining spiritual energy and lack of righteousness, having a magic weapon ring will greatly enhance your strength.
If another weapon spirit can be injected into it, it can be called a magic weapon.
Named Golden Horn Dharma Ring by Yang An.
The ability of this magic ring is also worthy of dad's praise.
It can absorb part of the magic power to increase defense.
Yang An tried it, wanting to see the upper limit of the magic ring's absorption of magic power.
However, he injected all his own magic power into it, but it did not reach the upper limit, and the magic power absorbed by the magic ring would not disappear. Most of it would be stored in the ring, and the loss rate would be very slow.
On the one hand, it helps the ring owner recover the magic power quickly, and on the other hand, it can also stimulate the stored magic power to release an attack.
Equivalent to a large power bank.
With this magic ring, Yang An does not need to use his precious will power to convert into magic power to fill the gap under normal circumstances.
It also has built-in defense and rebound effects, and can increase the speed of magic absorption.
It is the strongest of the three wands created by Yang An.
As for the third wand, it is naturally in Whitebeard's hands, let's not mention it for now.
Yang An rubbed the smooth and round dragon tooth wand wrapped around him, and looked left and right, looking for a suitable target to attack.
Finally, a large, mostly exposed rock was aimed at. Now that I have obtained the demonic energy of fire, I naturally try the power of fire magic.
In the world of Harry Potter, his constant study of elemental magic finally paid off.
Take the average magic level of Hogwarts seventh-year graduates as an example.
Execute the blazing flames with all your strength, and the maximum power can condense a fire dragon ten to thirty meters long.
The highest temperature can reach over 3,000 degrees Celsius.
Yang An has just entered the third grade, a difference of four years, and the magic power in the wizard's body is not obtained through practice, but through talent.
The young wizard's body contains less magic power at the beginning. After entering Hogwarts, he will enter a period of rapid growth, and will reach a small peak state when he graduates as an adult.
The growth rate of magic power will then slow down, and as age increases, magic power will also increase.
In other words, compared with graduates, Yang An has lost four years of rapid growth in magic power.
However, the combination of Yang An's many clone magic talents also made him a truly talented player.
Before absorbing the demonic energy of fire, Yang An was able to inspire a nearly 100-meter-long fire dragon with all his strength!
"Let's see if there is any improvement."
"——The flames are blazing!"
Yang An was eager to give it a try, and waved the dragon tooth wand fiercely towards the exposed giant rock in front of him!
In an instant.
The magic vortex formed in his body began to rotate.
The strange purple vortex in the center is the source of magic power in Yang An's body. After swallowing the demonic energy of the Holy Lord, it turns one-third crimson.
The magic vortex is surrounded by nine white holy flames.
At this moment, these magic powers are fully mobilized.
A source of crimson magic like magma suddenly erupted, guided through the veins in Yang An's body, and rushed out from his right hand that raised the wand.
Then go through the buff of Dragon Teeth Wand.
Finally, in the night, a terrifying picture scroll was formed.
The light shines brightly!
"Boom——!"
A dark red mixed with dark gold, lifelike magic dragon composed entirely of flames, rushed out from the wand held high by the young man in black robes.
The entire hilly area was illuminated as brightly as day.
First, a lifelike, ferocious dragon head with dragon horns and beards emerged from the wand.
Like a trapped dragon rising into the sky, it leaped into the sky and circled around Yang An.
The ferocious huge dragon head alone is as big as a five-story building.
Yang An, standing there, looked very small.
This is not over yet, followed by a larger, slender dragon body densely covered with dark golden dragon scales.
If Yang An hadn't said anything, no one would have known that the dragon body, which looked like it was carved from red jade, was actually made of flames.
In the end, a crimson demon dragon that was more than 150 meters long was fully revealed and hovered around Yang An.
Yang Jingjing stood there.
Watching the crimson dragon hovering that consumed about one-third of his entire magic power.
Compared with the blazing flames he used before, this time the body of the demon dragon did not grow much, but the fire element contained in it was greatly enhanced.
Repeat the compression several times.
If it were to explode completely, it would probably be no less powerful than a large-yield missile.
"But with this power, there is no way to deal with the Holy Lord." Yang An looked at the fire element dragon, with more admiration in his eyes, but quickly shook his head.
The Holy Lord is the inhabitant of the fire element, the demon of fire.
Using flames to deal with him might only increase his power.
But against other people, I think it will be very useful.
"Oops, we can't throw it here. It's too powerful. Where should we throw it?"
Yang An was a little worried about how to deal with this curse.
The mere appearance of such a magical dragon is already very eye-catching. Yang An specially chose a more remote area to reduce the probability of being discovered.
If it breaks out completely, it will probably cause a raging fire in the surrounding area.
It doesn't matter in other places, but it's not good to play like this in Dongda and destroy some flowers and plants.
But dispelling the spell is a waste of magic power.
Just when Yang An was thinking, he seemed to feel something. His figure flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, appearing in the sky.
"There is a big smell of evil spirits over there."
Looking toward the southwest.
Dark clouds were rolling in there, and a dangerous and evil aura was circulating.
Although it cannot be seen, it is probably not a good thing. Maybe some evil spirit has emerged.
During the turbulent period when the Holy Lord will inevitably resurrect and return to the world, the black energy will also become active, awakening several great demons to appear, and maybe help the Holy Lord come to the world.
Yang An frowned and said softly, "Then throw it over there."
"Go!"
Give an order.
The hovering crimson dragon suddenly sprang out, turned into a stream of light like fireworks, and rushed towards the direction pointed by Yang An.
It didn't take long.
Suddenly there was a burst of fire in the distance.
Yang waited quietly for a moment.
I found that the dark clouds that shrouded over there had dissipated and there was no evil aura anymore, so I clapped my hands with satisfaction.
Get it done and call it a day.
This can be regarded as a contribution to his hometown.
Again.
When these demons are born, they will inevitably compete with him for the favor of the black energy.
Yang An looked awe-inspiring.
It is enough for him to bear the blessing of black energy alone.
As for other monsters and monsters, it’s better to die!
other side.
As the moonlight completely shines on the bamboo forest.
The magicians who were waiting quietly made some commotion.
In front of me, there is a magnificent and huge temple.
A large open space in the middle of the bamboo forest changed from virtual to real.
The Lotus Temple, which houses countless knowledge, finally unveils its mystery in front of the world.
Many magicians were a little excited.
Knowledge is connected.
Just like the West calls Qi and spells magic, while the East calls them Taoism.
The Brotherhood of Magicians only has some incomplete and isolated books recording spells. Without complete inheritance, it is already powerful.
If you can get the ancient books collected in Lotus Temple.
Then they will definitely be able to fulfill the Holy Son's wish and let magic completely rule the world!
"Inform the Holy Son quickly!"
Without hesitation, the leader of the magicians ordered his subordinates.
At this time, a calm voice sounded.
"No, I'm already here."
Everyone was stunned and looked towards the center, only to see a large shadow appearing strangely next to the bonfire.
Then, Yang An, wearing a black robe.
Led by several ninja soldiers shrouded in night uniforms, they walked out of the shadows.
"This is the Lotus Temple?"
Yang An raised his head curiously and looked at the towering buildings in front of him.
The area was much larger than he had imagined, and the scale was as grand as the Cloth Palace in Tibet.
It certainly contains universal wisdom.
It seems like we need to call in some help, Yang An thought as he rubbed his chin. He raised his hand and said with an illusory ghost in his dark eyes.
"Soldiers of the Shadow Kingdom! Heed my call, I need you!"
(End of chapter)