The Rise of the Cemetery

How willful and insolent it is to carry out orders once the power is in hand!

But any choice of fate is a kind of adjustment and impact on one's future. Good and bad are simply out of reach right now. Maybe only when Li Xun faces his own life node, those hidden and obscure fate negotiations will be revealed in such an intense and direct way.

But until that time, unless Li Xun has the supreme power of a god of creation and can turn back time, what should be regretted will still be regretted, and what should be endured will still be endured.

Those who can act recklessly are reckless and ignorant idiots, and the wiser who grasps the power of fate, the more cautiously they will exercise their power of choice.

At this moment, Li Xun was standing on the top floor of Tower No. 7, holding the heavy book of death in his arms, with his head lowered as if he was thinking about some important issue. And standing around him was Phinya, who was fighting back against the devil's attack with ferocious spells. The dense magic radiance and the wave of fierce spells made the demilich even more ferocious and disgusting.

And in the sky around Tower No. 7, countless Vlo demons were flying in the air, and their circling and shuttling bodies almost covered the two thin figures on the top floor of the tower.

Such a scene fell into the eyes of Catherine who had been secretly paying attention to Tower 7, but it was so exciting. It was obviously the most inconspicuous and least stunning lonely figure in the turbulent demon tide, but it attracted her full attention for no reason, and even the bursting fireball thrown by her hand slowed down a lot.

She has a feeling that that silent and lonely figure must be doing extremely important things, and this thing is likely to change a person's life.

This may be the power of fate.

Finally, Li Xun raised his head and sneered facing the chaotic and chaotic battle circle. On his fair and immature face, after the edification of blood and fire for this period of time, he has also precipitated a little vicissitudes of seeing through the world and the slickness of settling down, but more, it is still rebellious in the face of challenges.

Now that the panorama gave him the ability to see through fate, he had to do something about it. The power of destiny may be his most powerful power in the future, but before that, he first needs to be familiar with it and understand it. If he is bound because he is afraid of fate's backlash, then what's the point if he can't see through fate?

He, Li Xun, the majestic master of the cemetery, can't even bear the fate of a high-ranking mage?

Li Xun didn't think for a long time. In Vixar's perception, it might only take 3 fingers. After all, the operation of the world will not come to a standstill because of Li Xun's peeping. The powerful force of fate still drives everything in the world, making all people and things, even those things that are not human or non-material, slide to the nodes of fate little by little according to a pre-set track.

This node of fate may not even count as a drop in the ocean for the long river of fate, but for Viksar, it is all he has.

Life is like a string.

Li Xun couldn't do it if he wanted to use this endless thread of fate to play a symphony. But if he pulls up a zither string, disrupts the arrangement of fate, disrupts the trajectory of fate, Li Xun can still do it.

Li Xun stretched out a hand and pressed down hard on a certain place in the void.

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Inside the magic tower of the Devil Castle.

In a secret room, Solanlian, who was concentrating on manipulating the operation of the magic tower's elemental energy, was startled suddenly, raised her face in surprise, and looked in a certain direction through countless layers of operation circles and the thick tower wall.

There, there is vague restlessness and deviation of the tributary of fate, as if some power suddenly touched the sacred and lofty river of fate, making everything there chaotic and disorderly. In her perception, the river of fate is boundless, gathering all the power of the multiverse, and it is impossible to be hindered by such a small power. Therefore, at the moment of clamor and agitation, the long river of fate swallowed up that restless power, and made everything return to the previous vastness and smoothness.

It's like throwing a pebble into a big river, and it's just a whirlpool before it's calm as usual.

Probably another high-level spellcaster used the "high-level wishing technique" indiscriminately, and failed miserably! What a fool who doesn't know how to fear fate and doesn't respect the rules, he deserves to be swallowed by fate!

Although she really wanted to get out and see which colleague was nearby and wanted to change the world, but the heavy burden on her shoulders made her sigh for a moment and forget all about it, and refocus her energy on the regulation of the magic tower's elemental energy on.

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Li Xun is very sad at the moment.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just stood in the battlefield of life and death for a while, and then waved his hand in boredom. But the next moment, he fell down with blood all over his body.

The power of destiny is powerful, and the power of rules is even more powerful. Anyone who wants to change the established destiny will have to pay an extremely heavy price, ranging from being backlashed by fate, to being crushed into powder by the huge inertia of the power of rules.

After all, destiny is also a manifestation of the power of rules.

Fortunately, Li Xun just hit the edge of the ball. At the critical moment when the rules of fate are running until the Berserker breaks the shield, Viksa casts the escape scroll, and the succubus kills the black panther, with all his heart and soul Pushed the magic pet black panther.

A very slight, very unobtrusive push to the Panther.

Therefore, the position of the magic pet black panther in the space inexplicably retreated a little, and even the succubus who was fighting the black panther didn't notice this slight change of position. The succubus Agatha just felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the figure of the black panther appeared a little blurred, and the long whip in her hand still fell heavily on the black panther after a delay of a finger.

The strength of the long whip swirled, undisputedly taking away the life of the magic pet black panther.

But this paltry delay was enough for Vixa to withstand the onslaught of the Berserker Demon and guide the release of the scroll smoothly.

In the dense teleportation light, Viksar's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his body shook violently. The mental shock of the familiar's death had come to him, but this did not prevent him from disappearing silently into the magic hall. And the next moment, the Dimensional Anchor launched by the Berserker Demon and the ferocious pounce of the high-ranking Demon Dog all passed through his illusory afterimage, and they all landed in the empty space.

The strangulation failed.

The three demons were left roaring angrily, blaming each other without mentioning it, but Li Xun, who secretly directed all this, was already devastated, exhausted, and sat down on the platform of the tower with blood all over his body, gasping for breath.

At that moment just now, he did not simply slightly change the position of the magic pet Black Panther, but directly affected the second half of a high-level mage's life. In the ripples of the long river of fate, Viksar's follow-up life began to emerge suddenly, and was quietly inserted into the original long river of fate.

Li Xun is sure that this follow-up life should have never existed, but now with his own intervention, the river of fate has designed a new route for him under the weaving of powerful rules, reintegrating into the entire mighty world. In the torrent of fate.

It's a pity that Li Xun was "slightly" affected by the ripples of the rules of fate just now, and his whole body was like being brushed by a speeding truck and pushed out by the turbulent air wave. Being dizzy, he didn't have the energy to pry into what Viksar's new life was like.

Fortunately, Li Xun directly challenged fate without any big thorns. If at that moment just now, he had tried to use his own strength to forcibly transfer Vixar out, then he would not just have been passed by a truck full of fate, but would have been hit head-on.

Li Xun shuddered for no reason, once again feeling sincere awe of the power of the rules of fate.

Trembling, he took out a large amount of "healing medicine" from his bosom, and poured it into his mouth frantically, barely stopping the loss of life breath. By the way, Li Xun also summoned the tree demon, and asked him to use "Rejuvenation Technique" and "Healing Minor Injuries" on himself.

While receiving the natural treatment from the tree demon, Li Xun burst into tears from the pain.

The dryad belongs to the natural system, and the natural magic it casts has a good healing effect on all life systems. But it shouldn't be, Li Xun still has the soul of the dead, the soul belongs to the undead system, and the life system and the undead system are damn natural enemies.

Therefore, the tree demon's treatment is good for Li Xun's body recovery, but every natural spell falling on him is no less than a torture to the soul's original sting.

While trembling, Li Xun couldn't help applauding, but at the same time couldn't help but burst into tears.

It really hurts!

While he was tossing around here, the No. 9 war tower in the distance finally ushered in its irreversible destiny and fell.

Since many mages had already prepared, the loss of Tower 9 did not damage too many spellcasters. However, in the transmission hall of the Devil's Castle, a sudden dispute caused discordant noises in the originally orderly operation.

A high-ranking mage who had escaped for his life angrily accused his boss of avenging his personal revenge, which led to the early fall of the tower. And the blamed Master Dao insisted that it was the high-ranking mage who had neglected his duties and absconded that caused the tower to fall. The two insisted on their own words, messing up the entire teleportation hall.

Of course, the follow-up punishment is not unexpected.

The high-ranking mage was imprisoned in the magic tower prison, while the Great Master continued to lead the team to support other war towers.

At this moment when the war is in full swing, the role of a great mage is of course ten times and a hundred times more important than a high-level mage. As for the true right and wrong in it, no one cares about it anymore, and no one pursues it.

A "little" disturbance subsided silently in this way, and even most of the mages stationed at the front had no idea that such a farce had happened in the rear. Even if they knew about it, they didn't have time to care about such trivial matters, because the legendary demon appeared.