Preface Death
In Logar Continent, the world of magic and sword energy, magicians are the most powerful. For three thousand years, there has not been a powerful magic god. Until a year ago, Ai Fan, the ninth-level magician, broke through the limit of the ninth-level achievement Fashen even broke through the void and ascended to the God Realm.
It is said that before Ai Fan left, he condensed the key to his understanding and promotion of magic in his whole life into an inheritance stone, and if he got this inheritance stone, he would be able to ascend to the god of law. And this inheritance stone that made the strong people in the entire Logar continent crazy In the hands of Ai Fan's only closed disciple, Mo Ye. Now Mo Ye is only a seventh-level great magician, so one can imagine how bad her situation is at this time.
In the northern part of the mainland, in the foggy forest, in the early morning, with a ray of sunlight breaking through the fog, mottled light spots sprinkled into the depths of the forest through the gaps in the forest, and the foggy forest that had been sleeping all night ushered in recovery again.
Under a thick giant tree, Mo Ye, who was sitting still, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the hopeful scene of the rising sun, Mo Ye felt helpless. What should come could never be avoided. Mo Ye knew that This should be the last sunrise I saw. Without the cover of the mist, I can no longer hide. I am not without self-deprecating thinking in my heart, it is very poetic to die facing the new rising sun. But It would be too lonely to die alone, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said softly, "It's interesting to have a lot of people."
Within a few breaths, dozens of figures flew over and surrounded Mo Ye. All of these people were above the ninth-level magister. Usually, there is no chance to see so many ninth-level magisters at the same time. Let alone let them team up to chase down one person. Mo Ye can also be regarded as the number one person in this continent.
"Master Mo Ye, you should hand over the Inheritance Stone when things have come to an end, why force it?" An old man in a white robe said, "If you hand it over, we can let you live."
Life, Mo Ye doesn't think there is any way out now. Mo Ye looked up at the magisters around him, and smiled, "It's not a loss."
When the magisters heard her say that, they thought she had finally given up resisting, showing an eager smile, "Then take it out quickly."
"You don't have to suffer so much if you took it out earlier, and you lied that you didn't have it, so hand it over quickly."
"Okay, you wait for me to take it"
Mo Ye found it funny seeing their greedy and eager gestures, and fled all over the continent after chasing after a broken stone. Master, master, do you know that the apprentice is basically killed by you. Inheritance stone? Mo Ye doesn't know what that is. There is indeed a blue broken stone, and it is indeed condensed by Ai Fan, but what is condensed in it is not some magical understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, but nostalgia, which is Ai Fan's longing and nostalgia for his hometown. Ai Fan once told Mo Ye that he is not from this world but from another world. He longed to go home but had nowhere to go. Lu stripped the endless longing for his hometown from his consciousness and condensed it into such a blue stone. Somehow, it has become the legendary inheritance stone.
Mo Ye took out the blue stone and held it in his hand. The eyes of all the magisters were focused on the stone. No one noticed the black fog spots that gradually formed around Mo Ye's body.
In a short while, the black mist spread around, and Mo Ye knew that he had succeeded. The power of the forbidden spell "Nirvana" was enough to destroy most of the foggy forest, and no one could escape. As the leader, the white-robed mage first realized that it was wrong to yell "retreat", but it was too late, how could the ancient forbidden curse be escaped. The black mist spread rapidly, and everything withered and life dried up wherever it went. Looking at those terrified magisters, Mo Ye slowly closed his eyes, and with his life and soul as his strength, he tore open the scroll of forbidden spells left by his master.
The black mist came and went quickly, and the black mist that had swallowed up half of the foggy forest also dissipated into the air with the disappearance of Mo Ye's life, as if it had never happened before. Since then, more than half of the misty forest has become a permanent barren land, where no grass grows, and the disappearance of a large number of top powers in the mainland has also caused turmoil in the mainland, but these have nothing to do with Mo Ye anymore.