Two years later, the imperial capital gradually forgot about the fourth young master of the Sikong family. Time can indeed dilute all people's emotions. Song Ziyan now does not seem so violent except for visiting Sikong Haoxuan often. It seems that Sikong Buqun's explanation to him played a role with the cooperation of time, but the sorrow condensed between her eyebrows replaced the joy of the past.

Except for a limited number of people including Song Ziyan, no one in the family has visited Sikong Haoxuan. I don’t know if they have forgotten it or they have never remembered it at all.

"The third sister is married, the Kingdom of Stroro, so far away." Through the news from the soul Bamer, Sikong Haoxuan woke up from the meditation. Looking at the top of the bumpy and cold cell, he felt that the cell today seemed a little cold.

In the cell, the practitioners became three, and Medith practiced the black magic that Sikong Haoxuan brought out from the tomb of the Mima Dynasty. There were huge faults in the mainland civilization during the Mima Dynasty, and there were very few black magic cultivation methods that were passed down in the world.

Looking at the corner of the cell, Medith wrapped around in black fog, Sikong Haoxuan was not surprised by his progress in his cultivation, but felt a little chill. Medith was definitely not a smart person, and his qualifications were also average. Although he had the help of Sikong Haoxuan, his achievements at this time depended on his cruelty towards himself. A person sat for a year without eating or drinking. He was even more crazy than Nanxing in the "years". His pursuit of power had reached a pervert. If Sikong Haoxuan had not been by his side, he would have died long ago.

Although Nanxing had never opened his eyes or looked at Medith, Sikong Haoxuan could still feel the stimulation of Medith to him. He didn't know when, but Nanxing also began to stop eating, and his time of practicing in the "years" has also increased exponentially.

The black fog around Medes began to condense slowly under Sikong Haoxuan's gaze. There seemed to be an inexplicable force in the surrounding space, compressing the black fog. The density of the fog was increasing little by little, and Medes's face was also distorting little by little.

Sikong Haoxuan knew that no one could help Medith at this time, and he had to pass this level by himself. If he passed, the sea would be vast and the sky would become the only Xiaoyue-level black magician on the continent.

Time is losing little by little. Although Sikong Haoxuan knew that he could not help, he still stared at the changes in the black fog around Medes. The breakthrough of the realm, what a valuable experience, Sikong Haoxuan certainly would not give up the opportunity to observe carefully.

The black mist seemed to compress to its limit and suddenly exploded from the core. There was no power, no sound, and no light. Everything was so natural. The black mist permeated the entire cell space, as soft as the breeze. If it was not the black color, then it was the breeze. Medith succeeded, and the magic power changed from the irritability of the stagnant realm to the wind, as soft as water, and the qualitative transformation would make his control of the magic power more accurate.

"Congratulations." Nan Xing, who rarely spoke, spit out two words next to him.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at Medith who opened his eyes and was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed. He raised his hand and bit his fingers, sprinkled a stream of blood, and the blood appeared in the air. With Sikong Haoxuan's complicated handprints, it changed into patterns formed by strange characters. The patterns falling on the ground formed a large circle, and the blood-colored circle emitted a strange light in the dim cell.

Ancient Witchcraft - Blood Transformation

One of the limited ways of self-protection of the ancient great witch is to use the essence and blood of the great witch to block the souls of all living beings and cut off all perceptions.

After the blood-colored ring was formed, Sikong Haoxuan's voice was a little quick, "Hurry, stand in this ring."

Medith's figure suddenly twisted, and appeared in the ring in the twist of space. Nanxing flashed and knocked down the five wastes in the cell, bringing them into the ring in an instant.

Seeing that they were all in the ring, Sikong Haoxuan raised his hand and drew a few blood-colored characters and shot them into the ring. The strange red light of the ring suddenly flashed, and he and the seven people disappeared into the cell.

The large loss of essence and blood made Sikong Haoxuan's soul feel unprecedented fatigue. He stared at the passage outside the cell tightly, feeling a little excited, "Master?! The peak powerhouse of the mainland."

Under the weak oil lamp, the passage seemed long and gloomy. A blue figure appeared at the end of the passage. He crossed the supposedly long journey and came to Sikong Haoxuan.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at the man with blue clothes, blue hair and a lazy expression, and his heart trembled slightly, "Master, it's true that he is a master. The restrictions on them by time and space have been reduced to the minimum."

The blue-haired man looked up at Sikong Haoxuan, "The power in your body is very strange."

"Who are you."

The five words "Shuiying Star-Lan Xiu." contain the pride of the most powerful man on the continent and his disdain for Sikong Haoxuan.

Lan Xiu smiled at Sikong Haoxuan, "Don't waste your energy. The master can isolate all contacts with the outside world. He is the world."

Sikong Haoxuan looked coldly at the man who called himself Lan Xiu, "Come and kill me, the people of the Os family."

A piece of blue ice crystal slowly emerged in front of Lan Xiu. He looked at the beautiful ice crystal gently, as if he was staring at his lover's eyes, "You shouldn't have deposed the heirs of the Os family. How can you understand the power of the major families in the imperial capital?"

After Lan Xiu finished speaking, the blue ice crystal brought out a stream of blood from Sikong Haoxuan's head, and the bloody ice crystal was no longer beautiful. At the moment when Sikong Haoxuan fell, a miserable baby crying sounded again in the souls of the people in the entire imperial capital.

The baby's crying changed Lan Xiu's face. Of course, he would not think that this strange sound had nothing to do with Sikong Haoxuan, and this sound could actually intimidate the world and act directly on the soul.

Looking at Sikong Haoxuan's body, Lan Xiu sighed slightly, "Your power is very strange, what a pity." He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, confirmed that there was no one in the cell, and smiled slightly, "I'm late, he's dead." After the words fell, Lan Xiu disappeared into the cell.

Lan Xiu felt fear for the first time at a height of 100 meters in the imperial capital. He didn't know who the enemy was, and he couldn't tell the direction. Countless black bugs trapped him in the air.

Although these bugs are very fragile, they seem to have the ability to travel through space. They simply ignore Lan Xiu's magic power that can build its own world and directly attack Lan Xiu's body.

As there were more and more insects, Lan Xiu's fear was gradually increasing. Once his mind had a flaw and was influenced by emotions, the master could no longer be a master. There were several blood holes as big as soybeans on his wrists, and the sounds of several insects drilling into his body and sucking his flesh and blood were clearly heard in his ears.

In Lan Xiu's absolute zero realm, although large swaths of insects turned into ice powder and fell down, he could not understand how many insects there were, and whether these insects could be eliminated before their bodies were swallowed. After the thoughts in his mind changed, Lan Xiu took out a precious teleportation scroll and escaped.

The Os family, Lan Xiu tried his best to force several insects that invaded his body out of the body. Seeing the ugly black insects turning into ice crystals, Lan Xiu's face was a little distorted. This time, the escape was his greatest shame since he became a master. "When did the Sikong family have such a terrible summoner?"

Lan Xiu never thought that those insects were part of a body, but the task assigned by the head of the family had been completed. Even if the Sikong family was strong, he could not go to war with the Os family without any scruples.

Sikong Haoxuan is really dead like this? Is the Grandmaster always so arrogant?
Chapter completed!