Wizard of All Souls

Torre's face twisted on the floor.

The waist, which connects the upper body and the lower body, has become a puree.

The severe pain rushed to the brain like a tide.

He couldn't help wailing in a low voice.

As strong as Torre, he can only barely maintain his consciousness, and it is extremely rare not to pass out on the spot.

He endured the severe pain and looked back at Limon, who was supposed to die.

"Hmm ... ah ah ya ..."

Limon leaned against the wall and snarled in pain.

Limon's chest was clearly dented with a fist print.

Centered on the chest, the black silk thread spreads all over the body.

Where it was spread by black silk thread, the flesh rotted away like a piece of meat that had been in the summer for more than ten days.

Limon kept vomiting black blood.

Pieces of rotten flesh on the body fell one by one.

"The heart is broken and not dead, now? It's good to be able to drag one to death." Maas was surprised by his toxin, but the changes in Limon's body made Torre more frightened.

According to the normal plot development, Limon must have been corrupted into a pool of poisonous water under the action of highly toxic.

However, Limon's body is regenerating at an ultra-fast healing rate.

The speed of the body is constantly expelled.

The flesh healed slowly.

"Why? Do you also have bloodline ability?" Torre yelled.

This regenerative ability has exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

Even those who have cultivated the regimen of health to Dacheng can't do it.

Limon didn't answer.

After getting better, Limong walked to Torre with difficulty, holding the wall.

"Damn the old man, it actually caused me so much suffering!"

"Go to die! Go to die! Give me to die!"

Remon kicked Remon fiercely.

Every foot fell, you can hear the sound of crisp bones breaking.

Torre had no power to resist, and could only howl in pain at Limon's feet.

Listening to the screams of the former master, the strength under Limon's feet did not weaken, but became more excited.

Torre did not feel particularly sad about this.

As the head of the Black Gold Regiment, he has only trusted one person for decades-his best friend Mas.

Apprentice Limon?

His apprentice is gone, and he always treats his apprentice as a tool.

The apprentices who died because of him do not know how many.

Limon is just one of the better ones.

The two have never had normal mentorship.

He never believed in Limon's loyalty, he didn't care, and he didn't want to get it.

"Limon, the old leader will die when he kicks it again." Mary smiled with a whip.

"I will die if I don't kill him!" Limon said, stepping on Torre's head.

"The old leader is a friend of Master Mas. Who will take the life of the old leader, it is better to let Master Mas make the decision." Mary smiled teasingly.

I heard Mary's words.

Only then did Limon notice Ma's gaze on him.

Mas's expression is not so pretty.

It is better to say it is dangerous?

"Humph! You picked up a life." Limon kicked Torre kick.

Torre's upper body flew out, dragging a long bloodstain on the ground.

The body stayed at the stairwell.

Torre, who was originally dizzy, was awake a lot when he saw the stairs.

Isn't this where he just desperately wanted to come?

It is a pity that it is too late.

You can't fight, you can't escape.

He regretted it a little bit.

Did you promise Mas just now?

He went to the enemy's door, and after gaining trust, he looked for opportunities to enumerate the enemy. He did not do much when he was young.

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"Are you old enough to live?"

"Is the death of a loved one making me too angry?"

"Is Maas' betrayal unbearable?"

Indeed, if the opponent is not Maas, he might be soft.

Unexpectedly, many years of close friends would betray themselves.

I didn't expect that the powerful cadre under him, as an apprentice of chess pieces, had the strength to fight against himself.

"How scary is the Nine Snake?"

Nine snakes have existed for so many years.

From a small scale to the **** of the entire city of Bever.

Even the black gold group is sincere.

He also did a lot of work under the nine snakes.

He thinks he still knows a little bit about Jiu Snake, but now he found out that Jiu Snake is still a mist.

He knew nothing about Nine Snakes.

Torre felt someone approaching.

There is behind, there is also in front.

"Are you finally dead?"

His consciousness has become increasingly blurred, and he can't even feel the pain.

...

"Da da da……"

Under the stairs, crisp footsteps sounded.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the sound is getting clearer and clearer.

"Someone is coming down the stairs."

Mas, Marie, and Limon immediately realized the problem.

Without their permission, the men would never dare to be near here.

Is there an emergency report?

But this is not like the slow pace of footsteps?

Everyone stopped and looked straight at the staircase, showing murderous intent.

The faint light came from the darkness, accompanied by the harsh sound of "zizi" who did not know what it was.

A teenager with linen hair, golden eyes, wearing black robes, leather boots, fair skin, handsome face, and a gentle smile on his face.

Walked up the stairs step by step.

What surprised many of the people present was the thundering thong of the teenager.

The small thunders of "zizi" sounded like countless fine snakes wrapped around the teenager.

"Blood ability?"

"Or a terrifying thunder talent?"

"When is there such a character in Bever City?"

Mas, Marie, and Limon looked at each other, and their eyes were full of doubts. No one knew who the young man was.

Limon spoke first, "Hey! Boy, what is your origin? Why did it appear here? Do you know that this is the headquarters of the Black Gold Mission!"

Facing Limon's question, the teenager didn't talk.

Limon angered, "Thinking that you have blood ability and a little strength, don't you take other people into your eyes?"

Limon didn't rush up, he was waiting for his injury to heal, waiting for his body to expel all the toxins.

After all, the opponent is a bloodline, and the bloodline ability is still thunder.

It's better to be careful.

"I hate those of you bloodline people the most. I will smash your bones inch by inch, so that you can't survive but can't die, I want you to regret living in this world!"

But the teenager was still unmoved.

"Hey, something interesting." Marie rubbed her bright lips with her fingers. "It's the type I like. Don't kill him. I want to keep it fun."

Mas stood silently with his arms folded, his eyes full of joy and sorrow.

I don't know what to think.

Behind Maas, the secretary named Hilda carefully looked at Will with his snake-like eyes.

Watched for a while.

Hilda's narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

She didn't know who the other party was, the other party's name, and why she appeared here.

She only knew that the teenager was a wizard.

A third-level wizard!

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