Spell Return: Unlock eight special skills at the beginning

"If you can plunge the whole of Tokyo into fear, and add the low-level spell spirits I already control as a sacrifice, it may be possible to derive a special grade. "

Ryuichi put his hands together on his chest and pressed his jaw against it, considering the feasibility of the plan.

The previous Heavenly Woman's spell could intensify the negative emotions that had just accumulated, and in less than half an hour, it could hatch into a special grade, although its strength was limited, but it was also a real special grade.

Moreover, generally speaking, unless there is a specific spell spirit, the strength of ordinary spell spirits is worse than that of imaginary spell spirits.

If he can arouse the negative emotions of the whole of Tokyo and hundreds of millions of people at the same time, plus the spell spirit he now masters, and sacrifice it, Ryuichi is fifty percent sure that he can give birth to a super-grade imaginary spell spirit.

But the only problem now is.

How to make hundreds of millions of people give birth to negative emotions at the same time, the joys and sorrows between people are not the same, it is very simple to let a person give birth to emotions, but once this number rises to the level of 100 million, it will be a completely different concept.

A crazy plan suddenly breeds in the bottom of Ryuichi's heart.

"Looks like I've found a way~".

Long Yi stood up, walked to the edge of the windowsill, looked at the floor below, the ant-like beings, he smiled, that smile made people feel inexplicably cold all over, trembling with fear.

His fingers were brought together, slowly raised, and in mid-air, he kept dancing, as if he was depicting some obscure text.

Hum~

A pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared behind him, and as the speed of the dragon's finger became faster and faster, the speed of the vortex became more and more crazy.

"Disperse the Spirits!!".

Long Yi's eyes froze, his brows were frivolous, his fingers were in the void, and he only heard a strange sound of 'hideous~' at the moment.

The whirlpool burst in response.

Hundreds of curses erupted from the whirlpool of destruction, rushing out in all directions in a frenzy.

Some of these spells are covered in eyeballs, some are covered with arms, some are covered with blood, and some are like puddles of sludge.

But for some reason.

Behind this group of strangely shaped spell spirits, either black and white shadows faintly appeared, or one could not see clearly, only seeing the enchanting illusion of nine tails constantly dancing.

Wow!

They dissipated into the sky of Tokyo at great speed, and quickly departed from the window of Ryuichi.

This scene is like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and it is like a heavenly demon descending into the world.

If a weak sorcerer saw such a scene at this moment, he might be surprised and fall to the ground, his whole body trembling.

Ants bite and kill elephants, not to mention such a large number of spell spirits.

With the disappearance of the hundred spells, Long Yi returned to the sofa.

Boom !!

Tokyo, which used to have a clear sky, is now shrouded in endless dark clouds.

The sky continued to explode with thunder, as if Lei Gong was angry.

Ryuichi in the room gently shook a goblet that he had taken out of nowhere.

The red wine in the glass, the aroma of wine, spread throughout the room.

The lightning flickered, illuminating the room that had been somewhat dark.

At the same time, it was also reflected on Long Yi's almost perfect side face.

He sipped the blood-red wine in his glass, a slight smile on his lips.

The moon-white eyes reflected the bright red ripples.

A hundred ghosts walk at night, some people are happier than ghosts, and some people sit on the throne and watch all beings as ants.

Long Yi, on the other hand, seemed to be watching a big drama that was about to be staged, with a playful and cold expression.

........

Tokyo, Zen temple home.

A man with white hair, wearing a kimono, is lazily lying on the tatami mat, the maple leaves around him are slowly falling, and a melodious tune is constantly playing in the courtyard.

It is as if everything is transported back to that fascinating Edo period.

The man kept pouring the wine from the wine gourd into his mouth, even if he stained his clothes, he didn't care.

Like a high roller, bohemian

His silver hair leaned back, two long mustaches hung on his chin, and his slender eyebrows swayed leisurely.

Makes him look a little drunk.

"Master Zhibi, do you really want to put this kind of spell in the imperial competition, that is the spell that the old master personally put into the secret vault. "

Eichi looked excited, and his face flushed.

And across from him, the drunken man is the head of the contemporary Zen Monastery family among the three royal families, the Zen Monastery Naobi!

He is known as the fastest man in the world of spells.

When the Zen Yuan Naobi heard Ying Yi's words, he glanced at Ying Yi with drunken eyes, and then buckled his ears.

"A thing that is put in a secret room, and it is almost moldy, and it is also regarded as a treasure by you, really, so ~ a little family, not at all like the species of our Zen family. "

"Ao~" After saying this, the Zen Yuan Naobi knocked on his head as if he suddenly remembered something, and said with a little apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot that you're not the bloodline of the Zen family, hahaha~ Huhu, Huhu~".

After saying this, the Zen temple Naobi actually fell directly on the tatami mat, snoring, as if he had fallen asleep completely.