Spell Return: Unlock eight special skills at the beginning

But.

Keichi also didn't notice that the old man sitting on the tatami mat was holding a tea.

His eyes were like beasts, staring closely at his back, as if they were ready to pounce and tear their prey apart.

However, until Eichi completely disappeared from the room, the old man did not make a move.

Just sit quietly on the tatami mat, eyes narrowed, tea floating on the table, and the room is beautiful.

Faintly, there are thousands of mountains of birdsong sounding.

Smack!

The old man placed the teacup heavily on the table.

There was a muffled thud.

muttered to himself.

"It's good, it's good, a good knife always needs a whetstone, before the conference starts, become stronger, Zenin Ryuichi, you have noble blood on your body, don't let me down. "

....

Fuso, Tokyo.

As the center of the entire country of Fuso.

Almost half of the population is concentrated, making this small city even more crowded.

In this city where every inch of land is valuable, some people try their best to get even a square meter of land in their lifetime.

Under such high pressure, countless negative emotions are naturally born.

And the birth of the spell spirit broke out of these countless negative emotions.

The denser the city, the higher and stronger the quality of the spells.

In the whole of Tokyo, there are no less than 30 registered super-grade spells, and countless unregistered super-grade spells.

It can be said that the people of Tokyo dance on the tip of a knife every day, and if there is only one special rampant, then these poor fellows will join hands and become food for the spell spirit.

For spell spirits, ordinary humans are simply too fragile and insignificant, and they don't need to exert force to make their lives worse than death.

If those who call themselves conjurer, they would have destroyed everything long ago and become the true masters of the world.

But.

Because of the existence of those guys, the curse spirits had to hide in the darkness and survive, just because, in the center of the whole of Tokyo, the names of the three mountains, were deeply pressed against all the curse spirits, no! Even the cursed masters who did all the evil deeds trembled under those three names, and did not dare to touch their edge.

Originally, there was some kind of delicate balance between the spell spirit, the curse master, and the spell master, which lasted for hundreds of years.

But with the birth of the monster of the Gojo family in the Yusan family.

Everything has changed.

When he was born, the balance of the world was shattered by him alone.

Cursers lurk in the darkness, and the high-level spellcasters with wisdom are hidden in the deeper depths of the netherworld.

And at the moment.

This man, who could affect the entire spell world with his every move, stood under a towering ancient tree.

All around, countless wind chimes emitted a pleasant ringtone.

The ancient tree is surrounded by slender red threads, which are like blood, with a bit of weirdness and a bit of peace, and this sense of contradiction constantly surrounds the ancient tree.

From nothing to something, and from something to nothing.

Red lines emerge and dissipate.

With the sound of wind chimes, it constantly changes in front of Gojo Satoru's eyes.

Satoru Gojo sat on the floor, eating the latest version of the cake in his mouth.

Looking at everything in front of him with interest.

He rarely didn't wear sunglasses, and in the pair of heavenly pupils, it was like a pool of dark blue lakes, constantly reflecting everything on the ancient trees, and in his eyes, it seemed like countless stars flowing.

"What do you see~".

The old man's voice remembered from the ancient tree, a short old man sitting cross-legged at the rhizome of the ancient tree, the wrinkles on his face were like annual rings, stacked and entangled, and the mottled old age spots were countless on his face.

His eyes were open, but there were no eyes in his sockets, only a deep emptiness.

Obviously, both eyes were gouged out, but for some reason, Gojo still felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching his every move, and this strange feeling came from the old man who seemed to be close to decay.

"I see it, infinity. "

Gojo Satoru casually threw the pastry into his mouth, supporting the ground behind him with both hands, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the ancient wood in front of him, as if he was watching a unique performance, in the eyes of the sky, everything was seen so thoroughly by him.

Is the person who sees through everything the strongest person and the most boring person?

Hearing Gojo Satoru's answer, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and there was a little smile on his face.

In the face of the best genius of the Gojo family for thousands of years, Gojo Satoru, who has mastered the 'six eyes' that has only appeared twice in the entire generation, even if he is as picky as an old man, he can't help but feel a little proud.

"Very good, Satoru, you are the next head of the family, this battleship that has been sailing in the torrent of history for thousands of years, you will be the only one at the helm, your talent and strength, will lead the Gojo family to glory. "

"Grandpa, it's good if you're happy, to be honest, I'm not interested in being in charge of the family. Satoru Gojo shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

If other children had spoken like this to the old man, they would have been served by the family law a long time ago.

But in the face of Gojo Satoru, the old man ignored his frivolous attitude and continued to take care of himself.

"Xiao Wu, the Kamo family proposed to reopen the imperial competition, and the Zen family has agreed, I want to know your attitude, because if you want to do it, this competition will make it a well-deserved crush. "