In his mind, the green snake climbing on the tree of forbidden spell finally opened its eyes with different pupils, hissed and spit out the letter, and warned lazily: "You do not have the ability to control the power of forbidden spell yet."
"You can teach me."
"Learning is a long and arduous process, and there is no shortcut. With your willpower, you may be able to interfere with the gurgling stream, but you will never be able to control the surging river. If I let go of the floodgates, your best result will be to be washed away by the roaring flood... It means you still have a chance to come back... If it is worse, you drowned in the river, even if the old man wants to get you back, it may be a bit difficult."
Xiao Qingshe uses many metaphors in his words, which sound a little obscure, but not difficult to understand.
boom!
In the distance, a dim fire snake slammed heavily on the ground, splashing a charred smoke and dust. It was Professor Simon of Starry Sky Academy. Zheng Qing still clearly remembered the huge and heroic fire dragon that he had just arrived at the battlefield.
But now, with the passage of magic, Professor Simon can no longer maintain his complete true body. Even so, he still fought desperately to stand in front of these young wizards with the other two great wizards.
“No time.”
Zheng Qing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and gave the final order to the little green snake in his mind: "If you can't take action, then leave my sea of consciousness... I need strength now."
While speaking, he had already opened the empty bullet cabin, took out an ordinary talisman bullet from the gray cloth bag, stuffed it in, and then aimed at the huge shadow covering most of the battlefield, and shot decisively - this talisman bullet, he did not think about exploding a blood star in the night, but just wanted to do something.
After shooting, he suddenly remembered that he had a talisman rewarded by Professor Yao. Although the talisman only had a trace of the aura of a legendary wizard, at this time, it was always much stronger than the talisman he drew himself.
While searching for the scroll of the talisman, the young wizard looked up at the talisman bullet he had just shot out.
Unlike the Blood Talisman Bullet, this ordinary Talisman Bullet is much slower to fly.
For a moment, Zheng Qing even had a little doubt that this talisman that was slowly climbing upward could fly to the face of the black wizard. Perhaps the goddess of luck heard his prayer. This ordinary talisman actually traveled through many obstacles from tentacles and spells, and hit the black wizard's forehead.
The forehead that had been broken by Zheng Qing many times but recovered as before.
Bang.
It was like a small stone thrown on a huge rock mountain.
This ordinary talisman bullet did not even leave a little white mark on the black wizard's forehead, and then turned around and fell from the sky, as if it was dull.
"I need strength...ah?!!"
Zheng Qing roared at the little green snake in his mind again, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. He was shocked to see the huge face hanging in the air, which was spreading from his forehead, spider-web-like cracks.
If it were an ordinary head the size of a head was so far away, Zheng Qing would not have seen it so clearly. But Watre's head was too big, like a small hill, with the mesh cracks like an avalanche slowly sliding down from a mountain, unstoppable and difficult for people to see clearly.
Crack.
Crack, crackle.
The faint and intermittent sound of fragmentation seemed particularly clear on this noisy battlefield. Zheng Qing seemed to be able to see a beautifully crafted porcelain cracking rapidly in the fire. The blood that covered the entire battlefield and the night that covered half of the battlefield retreated quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The light daylight fell again, reflecting the face of the black wizard that was slowly collapsing, becoming more pale.
"No...no...what happened...no!!!"
Dozens of hands raised in the air forced the slap of the spell, rushing towards its face from all directions, trying to stop the slowly falling fragments and piece together his face together again. However, when his hand was raised in front of him, it was frightened to find that its hands were also covered with spider-web-like cracks, which started from the fingertips and collapsed little by little.
It is hard to describe what the dozens of red eyes looked like, and Zheng Qing was not even sure whether this scene was terrible or beautiful in his dream.
Almost at the same time.
Those experimental subjects who were fighting with wizards on the battlefield - from humans and wolves, to blue demons, to berserkers, to monsters with wide bat wings - suddenly stiffened and howled, turning into piles of white annihilation powder.
"You! They are all you! Return it to me! Return it to me!"
The black wizard roared like crazy, raised his head, screaming hysterically, his voice full of fear and despair, and there was no longer the ferociousness that had been before for a moment. Dozens and hundreds of arms poked out from under the black robe that looked like night, and grabbed it up, as if he wanted to grab a life-saving straw.
But the sky has nothing.
All hands caught only the air.
The faint sunlight fell from the clouds and covered the arms of the fork Yaya. The orange-red flames burned from the inside to the outside. Zheng Qing felt as if he had seen a scene of a inferior blood servant being sentenced to classical punishment.
"Is this Professor Yao's talisman paper?"
An old man picked up a talisman that Zheng Qing accidentally fell to the ground, patted the dust on it, then stuffed it into the hands of the young wizard, and praised: "Young man, you're doing a good job!"
"Very good." Another big hand pressed on his shoulder and patted it gently.
"Good." The third voice is also close.
Zheng Qing turned his head blankly, looked at the three great wizards smiling at him, and then suddenly disappeared in front of him, not yet reacting to what had just happened.
call.
He slowly let out a breath of white breath.
"This is not me,"
In my mind, the little green snake coiled around the tree of Forbidden Spell opened its eyes wide, showing a little innocent and surprised: "Really, it has nothing to do with me... I haven't decided whether to give you some convenience."
Zheng Qing lowered his head with a blank expression, looked at the talisman gun and talisman paper in his hand, and after a while, he replied:
"It's not me either."
When he said it for the first time, he was still sure.
But he looked up and looked around, looking at the cheering figures around him and the huge wreckage that was still emitting a trace of blue smoke in the distance, he suddenly became a little uncertain: "This...is definitely not me...has nothing to do with me... is it?"
"You did it!"
A rumbling voice interrupted the young wizard's self-talk. The blue giant stretched out his big hand and grabbed his waist, lifted him up high, regardless of the crisscrossing wounds on his body, as if a happy rhino was running around on the scorched earth, screaming: "You did it! You did it! You did it!"