People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 374

"Spatial spells? It really is the caster of Gaohuan!"

The priest did not act rashly anymore, but quickly took out a holy emblem, and while holding the holy emblem high, his other hand reached into the spell-casting material bag.

In an instant, the whole room resounded with intense buzzing, and countless man-eating locusts suddenly appeared, swept into a black storm, and engulfed Tang Sen.

"It was a frightening battle."

Tang Sen slightly raised his long sword: "If it were someone else, I'm afraid these little things would gnaw to the bone."

"But this is my space."

He snapped his fingers, and all the magic locusts were transported out of the room in an instant.

"Can you transfer any physical things?" The priest's face became increasingly ugly: "Spells that have never been seen before, but they will definitely not be lower than the seventh ring."

He already wanted to retreat. Although the combat power of a spellcaster is not just the ability to cast spells, but in such an unexpected encounter, the opponent has already taken the lead.

Fortunately, for the Searle people, the number of life-and-death duels is innumerable. The priest did not panic. He kept moving his hands, and the holy emblem glowed red again. At the same time, he crashed directly towards the window.

With a flicker of Tang Sen's figure, he easily shifted his position and avoided the blood cell.

But the blood cell turned a corner in mid-air and struck at a faster speed.

Tang Sen frowned slightly. There are many kinds of magic and divine spells in this world, and many of the effects are extremely strange, and the magic spell cast by this priest who believes in evil gods is obviously not low. Tang Sen does not want to use his mortal body Try head-to-head.

The magic power in his body was running, and the floor lifted up as if it was alive, and blocked it towards the blood cell. On the other side, the sound of the window being smashed sounded, and Priest Searle had already broken out of the window.

"Bring me back!"

With a thought in Tang Sen's mind, the pastor's figure in mid-air returned to the room.

At this time, the blood cells had already penetrated the rolled up wooden floor, turning it into a puddle of stinky blood, and flew towards Tang Sen at an unabated speed.

Tang Sen tried to transfer blood cells, but this kind of pure magic energy interest is not controlled by the ability of the surgical fruit at all, or in other words, controlled by Tang Sen's development and application of the surgical fruit at the current stage.

"In that case, let you block it yourself."

Tang Sen's figure instantly appeared in the position of the priest, but the priest replaced Tang Sen and greeted the blood cells that were close at hand.

This unexpected scene caused the priest's pupils to shrink to the size of the eye of a needle, the red light of the holy emblem in his hand went out immediately, and the blood cell disappeared.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

This is the sorcery of the fifth ring, he clearly knew its power, once it reached his body, he might not even be able to leave the dregs.

"The ability to transfer space is really unsolvable."

The priest gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Sen: "It is absolutely impossible for you to release a spell of this level, otherwise, you can easily counter my attack."

"You didn't cast a spell just now. Did you use some kind of powerful magic item?"

He quickly came up with the most reasonable explanation, "You are so generous just for such a small matter."

He was almost gnashing his teeth.

"Everyone says that about me." Tang Sen slowly raised his long sword and pointed it at the pastor's heart.

"Wait, wait!" The pastor suddenly panicked: "Didn't you just say that I would let me go with a thousand dragon coins? I agreed!"

The corners of Tang Sen's mouth curled up slightly: "Unfortunately, I have changed my mind."

"I want ten thousand dragon coins."

The pastor turned pale, and instantly realized that the other party was simply playing with him with his posture just now, not to mention that he didn't have [-] dragon coins at all, even if he did, the other party would continue to increase the price.

"You can't kill me!" He said quickly: "The captain knows I'm here, he is a nine-ring red-robed mage, if you kill me, he will never let you go!"

"It's classic villain speech."

"Nine Rings Red Robe Mage?" Tang Sen narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's really scary."

The next moment, he hooked his wrist.

The invisible cut immediately penetrated the pastor's chest.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and quickly touched his unscarred chest: "What did you do?"

"Obviously." Tang Sen raised his left hand. There was a square crystal on it, and a heart was beating fast inside.

"I thought it would be black."

The pastor raised his head sharply, "That's... my heart?"

"Is my operation good?" Tang Sen said with a smile, "I can assure you that you won't suffer at all, unless I do—"

He began to slowly squeeze the heart in his hands.

The pastor's face contorted immediately. As Tang Sen's strength became stronger and stronger, he couldn't help but let out a scream. He lost his strength and fell to his knees.

Tang Sen didn't let go of his heart until the other party started to roll his eyes and was about to fall into a coma due to too much pain.

The smile on his face slowly subsided, and he walked up to the pastor step by step, stepping on the bald head full of lines.

"I don't hate people blackmailing me, as long as it can achieve my goal." He said: "However, I hate people threatening me."

"Because, I have always been the only one who threatens others. This is my job, and you can't take it away."

"so--"

He rolled the soles of his shoes so that the pastor's eyes could see his beating heart: "Tell me, do you understand your own situation?"

The pastor panted quickly, and said weakly, "I know."

"I heard that red-robed wizards are a group of tough people, but you seem to be acting too weak, which makes me a little suspicious." Tang Sen said slowly.

"But we also worship the strong." The pastor quickly explained, "And you are the strong."

"We don't have animosity, do we? It's all just a misunderstanding. No, just my overreaching offense."

Tang Sen's face remained unchanged, and his feet became heavier, "I don't want to listen to this kind of nonsense."

"let me tell you."

He put the heart in front of the priest, "The current situation is that unless you transform yourself into an undead creature, otherwise, your life, and even your life, belong to me."

"Of course, I know the Cyrans don't seem to mind turning themselves into a lich, but unfortunately, you don't seem to be able to do it."

Not every spellcaster is qualified to become a lich, at least spellcasters below the high-level ring don't even think about it. If they don't want to die, the only thing they can do is to ask the high-ring mages of the necromantic system to ask The opponent transforms himself into other undead creatures, and kindly leaves him with self-awareness.

"So, tell me something I want to hear."

(End of this chapter)