I have a cave of evil

The wind group finally turned black, with occasional glaring electric lights flashing inside, until the hands of Zhu Yao and Stormwalker trembled, and finally stopped absorbing the surrounding air.

At this time the wind mass had already weighed thirty tons, and Zhu Yao had to exhaust all his spiritual strength to forcefully hold the wind mass.

"It's your turn, Poros. Cast animate on it."

Poros pointed forward with one palm, slightly bent his five fingers, held the wheal in a false grip, and recited: "The spirit of the wind, the god of luck, and the god of the spirit world, the three work together to create your body, opportunity! Opportunity!"

The dark black wind group trembled slightly, and two long and narrow illusory wings emerged from the back, and distorted facial features grew on the round spherical surface, like graffiti drawn by children at will, abstract and absurd.

Poros took two steps back in fright. After his divine power was mixed in, the nature of the wind group's power became extremely unstable, and a shocking explosion might occur at any time.

Zhu Yao was also startled by the change in the wind group, and hurriedly aimed at the blood cloud where Si Ding was, and pushed with both hands.

Without the shackles of Zhu Yao's spiritual power, the wind group actually let out strange laughter, did not follow the attack route that Zhu Yao had set, but flew into the sky with vibrating wings.

Zhu Yao and the others were already hanging at a very high position, with the gloomy and dark starry sky above their heads, when the wind mass flew in, they disappeared.

After waiting for more than ten breaths, Poros stretched his neck, raised his head and asked, "Where did it go?"

With a divine body, his eyesight is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even so, after searching for a long time, he still didn't see a trace of the wheal.

He thought of the serious scene where Zhu Yao cast a spell before, as if he was about to hold back some big moves, but now the spell he cast flew away by himself, and he laughed out loud:

"I said, God of Corpse. Borrowing the power of the Wind Spirit, and asking me to use the magic of activation, the things I made just disappeared like this?"

He also gestured his hands exaggeratedly, simulating the situation of the wind mass flying out.

Zhu Yao was also surprised that the wind group magic is an advanced magic created by him. The principle is to compress the air as much as possible, and then release it all in an instant, killing the enemy with a huge explosion and shock wave. He named it [compressed air bomb].

In the simulation, there is no problem with the wind group magic, and its power is very impressive. I didn't expect to add the magic of Poros, and the good magic escaped.

However, although he couldn't see the wheal, as a caster, Zhu Yao could clearly perceive the location of the wheal.It is high above the head, and has been moving at a high speed nearby, like a child who does not listen to his parents and goes out to play and run wild.

[Weird... I never heard that the magic released can be used for fun. 】

"I didn't have a problem with using it before, but it's only when I add your magic." Zhu Yao originally wanted to borrow Poros' activation magic to improve the flexibility of magic.

The blood cloud surrounding Siding was not as simple as it seemed. It was covered with several layers of barriers, and behind the barriers were many defensive runes that kept wandering.

If the magic blasts directly, it is very likely that it will be blocked and the desired effect will not be achieved. However, under the blessing of the activation magic, the dead object will have the intuition of a beast for a short time, and can evade the defensive means and reduce the magic damage. maximize.

After all these changes, Zhu Yao realized the uniqueness of the divine activation technique, and asked: "Your divine activation technique is extraordinary, what is the origin?"

"Humph!"

Poros clasped his hands on his chest, smiled triumphantly, and said, "Divine magic, divine magic...you call it too narrow. I am not a group of stupid people who can only use divine power. This is ancient magic. A perfect combination with divine power, my original magical art."

"Why don't you think that I am not like other gods, eating fresh fruits and enjoying the service of maids in the mountains of the gods, but I have to get into the library of the God of Words and study hard."

"Everything is for this divine technique."

It turned out that Poros, who accidentally became a god, after experiencing a career as a god, clearly realized that, as a little hairy god who didn't even have a separate temple or sect, there was no possibility of promotion in this life just by collecting beliefs.

So he traveled the world for a long time, and finally discovered through clues that in ancient times, the power of magic was no less than that of divine art.

Although the magic used by the ancient ancestors was rough and primitive, it was the closest to the source of power.

Primitive wizards who use ancient magic are powerful enough to compete with the gods. If it is not for the life limit, it is still unknown whether the gods can spread the faith in the mortal world and develop to the present level.

This discovery aroused Poros' ambition. Since there is no way to advance by faith, he overtakes in a curve and learns ancient magic.

The world of gods and spirits is also dominated by the weak and the strong, as long as the strength becomes stronger, the status of the gods will naturally increase.

With this idea in mind, Poros tried his best to finally obtain the right to read in the library of the God of Words and Knowledge.

But he himself is mediocre, not the material for learning magic, and the ancient magic is even more difficult to understand. After learning for a long time, he has not made any progress. Just when he was about to give up, the god of luck swept over him.

The gods of the lucky line generally seem to be relatively weak, but few people dare to provoke them, because every time they are in a desperate situation, luck will always explode, leading to a series of coincidences, turning danger into safety, and discovering new vitality.

This is the case with Poros, because Lai stayed in the library of the God of Words and Knowledge for too long, which made others unhappy, so he kicked him out of the mountain of gods, flew tens of thousands of kilometers, and fell into an unnamed valley .

In this nameless valley, Poros obtained an inheritance of ancient magic, and combined with divine power, a unique activation magic was born, which can activate any lifeless dead objects, endowing them with temporary life and spirituality.

"It's just that ancient magic is too difficult to learn. To learn the current magic, the teacher will teach you to draw magic circles, recite spells, etc., and there are traces to follow. But the group of primitive wizards in ancient times are all God-given Magic, either one wakes up and realizes it, or after a serious illness, one's mind is full of the truth of the world and the original information of magic...it doesn't make sense at all."

"So the legacy of ancient magic left behind is simply deadly."

"It's all because I think about this and that, and then I can do this and that."

"After I got the inheritance of ancient magic, I studied it for hundreds of years, and finally got some fur."

Poros grumbled, his expression became more and more sad and indignant. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot while learning ancient magic.

The corner of Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, his stomach was full for a while and he didn't know how to spit it out, but suddenly his expression changed, and he dragged Poros back thousands of meters.

A huge lightning that looked like a swimming dragon descended from the sky and slashed straight down, making the mountains pale.

The running wind group is back!