The old wizard is very confident about himself.

He believes that the other party will make the right choice.

The situation is very obvious now. Everyone present is from the Dark Council, and he is even a heavyweight figure. Even if the young man opposite is a follower of the demon god, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

The followers of the demon god also have to pay a price to use the power of the demon god. The Supreme Master is a talent recognized by Emperor Weishan. At some time in the future, they will fight for Emperor Weishan. That's it. Whether it is Ancient One or Sturangqi, the Supreme Master will also be backfired after using Emperor Weishan.

That is, Emperor Weishan himself has no disgust towards humans, and the Supreme Master is also useful to them. They need the Supreme Master to fight for them, so when they start, Emperor Weishan is relatively light and will not kill him at once.

The Supreme Masters suffered no less than the rest of the people.

So in the magic world, there is a conclusion: when facing a powerful opponent, as long as you can hold back your time and you delay enough time, the more spells these mages cast, the greater the possibility of their death.

In theory, this conclusion also works for the Supreme Master.

As long as you hold Gu Yi and ask her to fight you for ten or half a month, you can also drag the Supreme Mage to death.

But this is just something that will happen in theory. Gu Yi has never fought with others for so long.

The old wizard naturally would not think that he could hold on to Ancient One.

But he has confidence that he can hold back the young man in front of him.

He believed that this young man would see the form clearly and sign the contract obediently.

Being their slaves has only been decades.

Death for decades and now, smart people must know how to choose the most advantageous.

Who knew that when Zhao Song heard his request, he shook his sleeves and ignored the old wizard.

His eyes swept over the people around him and saw clearly the superiors in a circle.

Here are all core figures of the Dark Council. Zhao Song’s method of distinguishing the superiors is very simple. The so-called superiors are all instructing others all year round, and this is especially true for the senior leaders of the Dark Council. They all have a "face that has not been bullied" in every word, and each of them has a kind of pride.

With just one glance, Zhao Song knew that these people were the essence of the Dark Council and their goal this time.

He pulled out the sword box from his sleeve and said softly: "What a pity."

What a pity he has, no one knows.

The old wizard did not feel the aura of the demon god from Zhao Song's sword box.

This thing is not a black magic or white magic tool. Just as the old wizard was guessing what he was going to do, Zhao Song suddenly slapped the sword box!

"disease!"

He spoke and the entire sword box opened! In an instant, a miserable white light enveloped the entire banquet hall. In less than a second, the sword light disappeared!

The whole process was really less than a second. The clan leaders of various tribes, elite monsters, high-level black wizards, and vampire elders all felt the extremely cold sword energy.

Before they could react, all the sword lights returned to the sword box.

The old wizard remained motionless.

The same was true for the Taoist priest. He was still holding a sword box in his hand, as if he had never moved it.

On the contrary, the elites of the clan leader were extremely frightened. They felt the kiss of the god of death in the moment just now, but fortunately the sword light disappeared and they were all still alive.

There was only the old wizard. The old wizard looked at Zhao Song with great fear and asked slowly and hoarsely: "What a pity you were just now?"

"It was a pity that each of them could become my performance."

Zhao Song said slowly, he took the sword box back and condensed the black wizard in front of him.

The sword light just now was the first show of the sword light in his sword box.

When I saw this, the Jinmu Yuanjun produced it, it turned out to be remarkable.

With just a moment, I killed the demons next to the table.

But this old wizard is not ordinary.

Two sets of flying swords hit the old wizard in front of him one hundred and ten times, and the old wizard was unscathed.

His flying sword did not kill the old wizard.

But are the rest?

Just when these people felt that they had survived and had a great life, Jacob, the werewolf leader, suddenly felt something was wrong.

He felt a little hurt in his neck.

He reached out to touch his neck.

Before my hand touched my neck, suddenly, I just had a moment!

A thin blood thread appeared on his neck.

In just a moment, before his hand touched his neck, the weak and sharp whistling sound broke through the air, bringing out a bloody beauty!

Blood splattered out of the wound, turning into a beautiful curve, and landed on the salt and bread on the table!

It was not just Jacob, the sharp sound of blood piercing the air appeared everywhere here at the same time as the blood from his neck was rushing out.

Those high-level buildings that were originally sure to win, the throat was cut, and the Gengjin sword energy penetrated into every space in their bodies, destroying all their vitality.

The old wizard had long noticed all this. He had never seen such a method and had no time to rescue him.

He had only doubts in his heart?

Which demon god is this?

Which demon god used this method?

The old wizard stood up, and beside him, the power of the chaotic lord Demon Superintendent was stacked. Now, he no longer dared to cherish his power. The mark of the Demon Superintendent on his forehead and eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

This means that his soul is approaching the abyss again.

But there was no way, in the face of the possibility of the soul falling into the abyss and death now, he chose the former.

He chose to use the power of the Demonic Superior!

The old bat, who was originally ashamed, immediately rekindled his confidence when he saw Zhao Song killing everyone present!

He didn't expect that Zhao Song was so strong!

He knew that Zhao Song was very strong, but when he knew that Zhao Song was very strong and found that he was stronger than he thought, there were two completely different moods.

This is a feeling of escaping from death.

This has led to his lack of composure now.

Under the condition of death, a new turning point came. His first idea was that the family was endless.

The family still has hope.

So he couldn't help but shout, "Hold on for a while, as long as he holds it for a while, he will be backfired by the power of the demon."

The old bat said the right nonsense.

Zhao Song solemnly looked at the black wizard in front of him. To be honest, this was his first time fighting a wizard of this level. He could feel that the ability of this black wizard was only slightly weaker than that of the old wizard in the Dark Council.

It was just a little weaker than he felt the lightning.

How can such a person delay time to fight?

When you die, you have no chance to hold back!

Zhao Song saw the black wizard in front of him.

Some black shadows began to appear in the black wizard's eyes, and his voice became strange, with an empty and weird feeling!

He was chanting mantras in a voice that Zhao Song had never heard before.

As he recited the mantra, Zhao Song saw that the scenery around him was changing. Everything around him seemed to be melting asphalt. He seemed to have been thrown into the material of a mixer, and his body began to deform!

Zhao Song's hand shook slightly, and a skeleton fell out. The skeleton fell to the ground, and when he turned around, he turned into a skeleton giant more than eight meters high.

The giant let out a roar, and the space around it wrinkled slightly.

The appearance of this giant did not hinder the continued magic. Everything around Zhao Song had a sense of stickiness. The old black wizard stood in the distance and reached out to point his hands at Zhao Song. The flesh and blood in his hands were constantly fading. What was even more terrifying was that his bones were constantly disappearing.

This disappearance is an irreversible change and a regular change.

From then on, he would have lost his hands as an organ!

After using this magic, the old black wizard's hands may disappear with half of his arm.

This is the price of black magic!

But this is also because he was really good at it. He activated all the power he could activate. Even the old man sitting on the chair in the Rock of Eternity noticed the urgent feeling of borrowing.

The magic rituals of outsiders cannot enter the Eternal Rock.

The Eternal Rock is an independent space.

Although this old man is old, he is still not weak in controlling the Eternal Rock.

Holding the scepter in his hand, the old wizard was a little excited. He began to search for good seedlings to enter the Rock of Eternal Life, looking for those who can inherit the Rock of Eternal Life.

He doesn't care about his qualifications when he chooses a person. Anyway, the way Eternal Rock conveys his skills does not require the opposite side to be a magic genius.

He didn't have much time to educate a genius, so he could only choose to "revel in the air" and inject the power of the seven gods into the later generations.
To be continued...