"Don't worry." Little Snake's disguised bracelet showed a hint of panic in his opened eyes: "Your physique is special, so it is more difficult to learn black magic. I will find a way for you."
It turned out that after Fang Xingjian brought the little snake back, the little snake had been bewitching Fang Xingjian to learn black magic, but just like the results of the previous aptitude test, Fang Xingjian couldn't learn any black magic at all.
According to Xiao Snake, black magic is to use the power of the gods outside the sky to change the objective world with the power of gods. According to the different gods who borrow power, they are divided into 12 types of wizards, including black robes, gray robes, silver robes, and red robes.
But Fang Xingjian couldn't establish even the slightest connection with the gods, so he couldn't use black magic no matter what.
"If it doesn't work, forget it, but you, you have almost cultivated, can you use black magic?"
A trace of displeasure flashed in the little snake's eyes: "What does self-cultivation mean? You haven't given me self-cultivation at all. I want to eat meat, eat meat, eat meat. You must let me devour flesh and blood so that I can recover my strength. Rest like this every day." What is the use."
"If black magic is really as broad and profound as you said, it is impossible to restore strength only by devouring flesh and blood, right? I should have a way to increase my strength and breathe energy." Fang Xingjian said: "Try it, cast black magic on me .”
Fang Xingjian said: "Use one that can directly affect it, don't use those summoned ones."
"But the black magic of our gray-robed wizards is originally based on summoning life and energy from other worlds."
"There must be black magic that directly affects the target." Fang Xingjian's gaze cut across the little snake's body like a blade, and the other person felt a tingling pain all over his body, as if he had been cut open.
The little snake was extremely angry. Apart from devouring flesh and blood, he could also directly borrow the power of the gods and store it in his body bit by bit. , It is too slow, too slow, which is equivalent to the difference between a small water pipe and the Yangtze River.
So after half a month, the power of God accumulated in his body is still pitifully small.
But seeing Fang Xingjian's expression, he also knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, so he could only move his body helplessly, and said, "Then I really want to use it, don't resist."
"Come on." Fang Xingjian said calmly, just to verify the guess in his heart.
A stern look flashed in the little snake's eyes: "Hmph, don't you resist at all? You asked for it." The next moment, a layer of gray light flashed all over his body, which was the result of being killed by the wizards. The brilliance of a terrifying force known as the power of God, known to the outside world as the power of the evil god.
As the gray light gradually brightened, flesh thorns protruded from the little snake's body surface, piercing towards Fang Xingjian's body surface.
With a soft clang, the flesh thorns were directly blocked by the Tianyuan Doomsday Armor, and the little snake shouted: "I can't get in if you do this."
Fang Xingjian nodded, and saw that a layer of skin had peeled off from his arm. It was the Tianyuan Doomsday Armor that had retreated, exposing his own skin, and then a trace of lightning flashed on the skin, and most of the skin had been removed. The power of thunder and earth magnetism has reduced the defense.
"Is this guy really here?" Seeing this scene, Little Snake's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't understand why Fang Xingjian suddenly became stupid, he suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity.
"They actually lifted their defenses. These knights are indeed simple-minded guys with well-developed limbs." The corner of Xiao Snake's mouth showed a sneer, and the flesh thorn had already stabbed Fang Xingjian's arm. rushed over.
Level 1 Black Magic—God's Resonance!
One of the simplest forms of black magic is to directly sacrifice the item in front of you to the gods outside the sky, and since it is a sacrifice, you must use it on something that has no resistance and no defense, otherwise it will not only have no effect, but will also cause you to lose power. Will be backlashed by the power of the evil god.
According to the different sacrifices, different degrees of divine power will be obtained.
The gods that the gray-robed wizards believe in most are creatures with powerful flesh and blood, full of pain and despair.
"Hahahaha, Fang Xingjian, you actually gave up resistance, you asked for it!"
Incomparable excitement flashed in the little snake's eyes, but not long after the gray light poured into Fang Xingjian's body, all the gray light disappeared again, as if nothing had happened.
"Huh?" Little Snake stared blankly at this scene: "What's going on?"
Fang Xingjian glanced at him and said, "It's over?"
"It hasn't started yet!" A trace of anxiety flashed in the little snake's eyes, and the gray light on his body appeared again. He had already used the resonance of the gods again, but this time the result was still no response.
"What's going on? How did this happen? Doesn't make sense?" The little snake stared blankly at Fang Xingjian's body, as if the whole world had collapsed.
"This kind of thing is too unreasonable."
The black magic of the gray-robed wizard is mainly to sacrifice flesh and blood to the gods, and the gods give them power, and use the power of the gods to cast various powerful black magic.
The more powerful the black magic, the more powerful the divine power is, and the more sacrifices are required.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the little snake suddenly cut off its own tail, then stuck the thorns on the tail, and began to display the resonance of the gods.
In almost an instant, his little tail withered and shriveled, turning into a little wreck and dissipating in the air. This meant that the sacrifice was successful.
Then a hint of excitement flashed in the little snake's eyes, and he tried to sacrifice Fang Xingjian again.
Then it's still invalid... invalid... invalid... invalid...
Not the backlash of a black magic failure, but pure ineffectiveness, as if he hadn't cast any black magic at all.
Fang Xingjian looked at the annoyed look of the little snake, and watched the other party cast black magic again and again, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, an electric spark flashed on his arm, his physical strength was restored, and the thorn was already shaken away with a shake of his arm.
He thought in his heart: "Sure enough, it's not my illusion, my inference is true, black magic... doesn't work for me... so the power of magic lines..."
Thinking of this, his brain suddenly boiled, and the anger, despair, and hatred of that night filled his brain in an instant.
As soon as he thought that the magic of the evil god's power would not work on him, he wished he could rush back to the capital immediately and fight with those magic-weave warriors that he had been thinking about day and night.
But reason tells him that now is not the best time. But no matter what, if the power of the magic pattern is ineffective against him.
"Wait, I still need to wait. My strength is still in a period of rapid growth. At least I have to wait until level 29. The scope of black magic's effect on me also needs to be tested."
"Don't worry, soon, soon."
"Li Shuanghua... Caroline... just wait for me, I'm coming back soon."
The little snake on the other side fixedly stared at Fang Xingjian with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and didn't know what to think about in the rolling eyes.