A Master's Type Moon Event Book

At the other end of these roots, they converged into a spear.

It looked as if someone had inserted a spear into his chest, and the tip of the spear was densely intertwined tree roots.

"What the hell?" Li Xiang asked.

"I don't know." Jing Ke shook his head, "But we must be very dangerous. The fluctuation of magic power on his body far exceeds ours, and he doesn't even look like a follower."

"Reformed?" Li Xiang thought of the Holy Grail, and he was no stranger to similar things.

Such as Fafnir in the First Singularity and Moriarty in the Shinjuku Singularity.

"That's right." Romulus' cold voice interrupted their conversation, "This is the transformation of me by the court magician."

"Court magician?" Li Xiang frowned slightly, "This profession is full of liars."

"Hehe, I always feel that you are connoting a certain magician." Jing Ke said.

Li glanced subconsciously, her expression did not change in any way.

No, even you know the deeds of a certain old and disrespectful magician?

"I don't know if it's a liar or not." Romulus said, "But I feel stronger than ever. Everything will be pierced by my spear, and you are no exception."

"It seems that we can't reach an agreement." Jing Ke held the dagger, "We have to escape."

"I agree. You bring His Majesty Nero, and I will end the queen."

"Are you sure?" Jing Ke looked at him in disbelief, "It's the best choice for me to die. As a follower, it doesn't matter if you die here, but it will be troublesome if you die."

"How can there be a frontal fight between the killer rank and the spear rank?" Li Xiang took a deep breath, "Don't worry, you can't fight it, but I still have some experience in running."

"Finished?" Romulus asked calmly.

Li Xiang stared at him in the dark, instinctively feeling that there was something wrong with his attitude.

Are you overconfident in your own strength, or do you want to let them go on purpose?

"go!"

With a low growl, Li Xiang threw the spruce in his hand forward with all his strength.

A dim light lit up in the darkness, and then expanded instantly, freezing and covering all the passages of the dungeon.

Behind him, Jing Ke picked up Nero and stepped back crazily.

"My son, this is your home." Romulus' low voice echoed in the dungeon.

As the founding emperor of Rome, he called Nero, Caesar, Caligula and other Roman-related emperors "my son", so he said this to Nero.

The ice wall in front of Li Xiang was instantly full of cracks.

Numerous tree roots glowing red gallop through the air.

Li Xiang's face didn't change.

As early as when the spruce tree was thrown, the long sword in his hand showed an incomparably bright brilliance.

The magic power in the body is running wildly without reservation.

He cut out with a sword.

The air is burning.

Countless fire elements cheered and jumped up, quickly forming a fire dragon, with a huge body occupying the aisle, and one of them rushed to the root of the tree with its head held high.

Time almost stopped.

In Li Xiang's unbelievable eyes, the tree roots swallowed the flames, and the speed did not decrease by half.

"Master!"

Jing Ke shouted.

As the voice fell, long scrolls appeared around Li Xiang.

They spread out, forming several rectangles like ribbons to protect him.

Black blood sprayed out.

Li Xiang could see clearly that it came from the roots of the tree.

What the hell is that.

Before he had time to think, a huge mountain suddenly appeared on the mud-colored floor under his feet, covering his sight.

Li Xiang retreated quickly.

With a bang, the tree roots were like the tentacles of an octopus, strangling the mountain to pieces.

Gravel and dust rustled in all directions.

Li Xiang hooked his fingers.

The dungeon suddenly became brighter.

The white runes danced among the gravel, connecting into one piece, flew up rapidly, and then fell.

In the bright magic power, there seem to be thousands of translucent thin needles.