As early as the beginning of the battle, the ancient priest formed a mask layer through the dispersed mist, and the glass-like space fragments produced later were used as marking anchors and were deeply embedded in every corner of the floor.

He is like a king sitting upright on the temple, and the fragments of space with decreasing energy efficiency are those capable ministers of different ranks who help him control this territory.

However, as the magic circles under Li Ang's gradually spread, the aura that rushed was like a group of heavily armed cavalrymen, with a small number of people, but the elite were good at fighting. With their high mobility and aggressiveness, they rampantly spread across the territory of the ancient First.

Whenever Gu Yi wanted to siege him, he found that he would always beat him up, unable to catch up, unable to kill, and unable to surround him. It was too late to mobilize his mana to try to fight Li Ang on a large scale.

The spark cast by Li Ang had already started to set off, and it easily occupied most of the dominance of the space, without giving Gu Yi any chance to breathe, as if he was slow and fast, he eroded his living space.

"I have to say, it's a very interesting magic structure." A series of brilliant light flashed in Li Ang's eyes. While commanding the magic circle to continue to spread, he divided a small part of his mind and reached out to fiddle with the invisible and qualitative spiritual energy flow veins. "I have never seen magic in this genre."

I saw him waved his hand and restored the spatial scales in the corridor, and the walls and floors that imitated the mortise and tenon structure and folded inward.

It also slowly returned to its original position.

This action was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely clearing Gu Yi out of the space, forcing him to escape from the void and retreat to the real plane.

"How is that possible?" The powerful mage hidden in the cloak was suspended in mid-air, unable to suppress his shock, and said hoarsely: "How did you do it?"

This magic took several years to develop and was barely developed. The technical difficulties involved were no less than a hundred. Even opponents of the same magnitude as him would have to spend at least half an hour to crack them.

Gu Yi roughly estimated that the spiritual energy fluctuations in Li Ang’s body were probably at a very low level. Not to mention that compared with his true body, even this power projection was far inferior.

"In terms of the amount of spiritual energy, you are indeed much higher than me," Li Ang spread his hands and said casually: "But the fight between monks does not depend entirely on the reserve of spiritual energy. It requires the ability to combat combat, on-site response, mind, perseverance, and the ability to analyze as the most important factor."

Li Ang lit up his head and said calmly in an unspeakable tone: "This technique is indeed exquisite, but in my opinion it is suspected of being conservative and conservative. It is too pedantic and craftsman. You can see a rough idea at first glance, you can guess seven or eight at the second glance, and you can follow the clues in the third glance, and roughly understand the whole technique. When I open my eyes again, there will be no secrets in these magic, and it can even be turned into its own use to make it turn the gun."

This is the truth. You can see the small things and find the truth. From the fruit, you can find the reason. This is the basic skill that monks should master, but Li Ang has brought this to the extreme.

Under the cover of his cloak, he couldn't see Gu Yi's expression clearly. The mage stared at the opponent in front of him, changed his mind and thought about countermeasures.

After all, this is just a projection of strength. Gu Yi's true body is thousands of miles away. It is really hard to fight against this unknown enemy at such a long distance. If you want to knock down the opponent, you must form a crushing situation and defeat the enemy with one move.

Understanding this section, Gu Yi took a deep breath, stared at Li Ang’s eyes that looked smiling, and said in a deep voice: “What is your name? Which sect and sect are you mastered?”

"The surname is Li, his name is Ang, and he has become a self-taught person." The young man in a white coat said gently: "Compared with Gu Yi, isn't your real name?"

The mage nodded and said it peacefully.

Ancient One, Ancient One.

This is actually not a person's name, but a title.

Hundreds of years ago, a sage born in the Kamataj region of the Himalayas mastered the power of magic. He actively explored the origin of magic and accumulated his understanding and understanding of magic.

As time goes by, the real name of this sage disappeared in the long river of history, and only the power he masters is still increasing day by day.

In countless regulatory struggles, the wisdom and strength of the sages impressed other mysterious people, and people respectfully called him the ancient wizard, ancient and unique.

The title of Ancient One spans hundreds of years and has been passed down and continued, changing from generation to generation like the never-extinguished fire.

The power of this ancient master is not weaker than that of the earliest sages, and he even won slightly - the saying that the older the older the stronger the statement is not necessarily fully applicable in the world of practice.

The ancestors did pioneer a broad road, and those outstanding talents who were passed down from generation to generation joined in the exploration of this path without hesitation.

Every generation of ancient wizards is like pioneers who are persistent in oil lamps to explore and move forward in the dark. They use the cost of their lives to open up this spacious and prosperous road for future generations.

The ancient 1st generation of this generation has gone further and deeper based on the predecessors. He can even use the power of a certain magic weapon to see a trace of the illusory illusion of the future in the long river of non-linear time.

It was the dreamy future segment that forced Gu Yi to persevere. He firmly believed that Stephen Strange would play an extremely important role in the future, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a decisive role.

"Can I ask, what kind of future is it?" Li Ang spread his hands and asked casually: "The crisis that can make you a powerful mage as secretive as you is even more terrifying to others, right?"

"Sorry, there is nothing to say," Gu Yi said in a deep voice: "The future can only be observed, not spoken. Any possible variable will lead to deviations in the future, and this deviation is negative in most cases."

"I knew..." Li Ang rolled his eyes and whispered: "The secrets of heaven are hard to predict. Even if you have attained the Tao, you dare not speak vainly about the future. Only those prophets who are too shallow in the Tao and can only see a half-baked water, and take those ethereal illusions as the true meaning."

"Today, I must take Stephen Strange away." Gu Yi took off his hood and showed a Celtic female face that was not beautiful or ugly, but could only be described as heroic and solemn and majestic.

"..." Li Ang's eyes looked strange. He stared at Gu Yi's bald head and sighed: "Why am I always dealing with bald head these days?"

Um??

Gu Yi's eyes twitched, ignoring the other party's disrespectful words. He took a step forward and the complex magic seal like a lotus rose up under his feet. "Even if it's for this world, I advise you not to stop me anymore."
Chapter completed!