Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 376 Now, do you see it? The gears of fate turn (First update, please give me a monthly ticket!)
Ronan continued to shake hands with Hathaway and squinted his eyes to stare in the direction where the sound of breaking air came from.

He saw a bit of black light.

It is the light of the spell arrow.

It was very ordinary at first, but it kept blooming brighter and brighter, like a snowball, and the power fluctuations grew rapidly in the air.

In a short period of time, it broke through the level five range.

Ronan frowned, stopped the action halfway through, loosened his grip on Hathaway's hand, and quickly flew into the air.

[Star Force Field] penetrated his body, Ronan put his hands together and drew his fingers in front of him, and his fingertips drew a beautiful deep silver trajectory in the air.

The trajectory opened rapidly, like a silver pocket with a zipper opened, swallowing the black arrow in one gulp.

But the next moment, black light exploded from the void on the other side and penetrated Ronan's body in an instant.

"Oh!"

Dozens of "Ronan" figures with silver light all over their bodies rushed out in all directions from the center of the explosion the moment the black light penetrated.

However, the terrifying magic arrow seemed to know which one was Ronan's true body. It bit one of the figures tightly, following him like a shadow, and constantly narrowing the distance between the two.

Ronan frowned.

He used the secret technique of [Mirror Flower and Water Moon] which combined the [Space Mirror Technique] and [Mirror Soul] spells. Even Thomas, who was in the late fifth level at the time, was temporarily confused. However, he was not affected at all by the magic arrow that came from nowhere.

He had reason to believe that the so-called "new prophet" was behind this.

"He became angry from shame."

Ronan thought about how he did the opposite and transferred the energy of the ring to Hathaway. The gravel on the ground was jumping around like a pot of boiling water. He suddenly couldn't help laughing, "I can't even not play?"

He shook his head and simply stopped looking at the arrow flying behind him. Instead, he quickly rushed towards the direction where the magic arrow was coming from.

Ronan's eyes sparkled.

He wanted to see who shot the arrow.

Under the mottled sky, one man and one arrow cut through the sky one after another like fleeting shadows.

After just a few breaths, he saw a figure facing him from afar.

In his hand was a magical bow made of countless vines. It was obvious that the magic arrow that attacked Ronan was shot by this person.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Ronan was stunned.

The person holding the longbow is a woman with emerald green hair tied into countless small braids, and she is wearing the iconic robe of the Linghu Black Moon Sect.

Ronan knew this woman.

I had participated in the selection with him to enter Linghu, and my soul qualification was as high as eight stars. Later, I met him twice when he was trying to become a fourth-level wizard in the Silent Corridor.

It's her? !
Ronan blinked and noticed that the mental power fluctuations emanating from the green-braided woman had reached the middle stage of level four.

He secretly sighed in his heart, the eight-star soul qualification is indeed amazing, in such a short time, he has crossed another threshold.

The woman with green braids was obviously a little confused that her casual arrow shot ended up "exploding" Ronan.

She stood there blankly, motionless, watching Ronan rushing towards her.

Surrounded by the star force field, Ronan was like a blazing meteorite, violently and brutally knocking open the woman's mental force field and was about to collide with her face to face.

Ronan's figure twisted strangely.

Under the magical traction force of the star force field, the magic arrow that followed Ronan like a shadow and almost reached his vest was "caught off guard" and went straight through his "body" and shot straight towards the woman with green braids.

Under the terrifying spell arrow whose power rolled to the fifth level, the woman with green braids opened her eyes wide, as if she had never expected that the arrow she shot would turn around and shoot back.

And its power has expanded to such an outrageous level.

Ronan watched the scene coldly.

He wanted to see how the hidden "new prophet" would end up after he used someone else to shoot an arrow of interference at him.

The woman with green braids kept retreating under the terrifying might of the magic arrow, and was about to be pierced through by it, when suddenly...
A pale, slender hand suddenly stretched out from the void behind the woman, passed through the gap between her shoulder and neck, and with five fingers stretched out, it gently blocked the magic arrow.

The terrifying arrow light suddenly became as docile as a sheep under the suddenly appearing palm, and then shattered into pieces like a crystal vessel.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw circles of transparent ripples spreading out behind the woman with green braids. A figure slowly walked out of the ripples, accompanied by a hoarse but slightly magnetic voice of a young man.

"Never mind"

The person who appeared was tall and thin, and seemed to have a slight hunchback. He was wearing a gorgeous Black Moon robe, and two strands of snow-white hair hung down from his temples. He wore an ordinary amethyst mask on his face. The edges of the mask showed some marks as if they had been burned by flames.

"On the one hand, she was guided by the Prophet to shoot this arrow at you."

The man with the amethyst mask stood behind the woman with green braids. Even though his back was slightly hunched, he was still almost a head taller than her.

His hand was still in the gap between the green-braided woman's shoulder and neck, looking like an intimate neck hug between lovers, but the green-braided woman who was "held" in his arms looked pale, with a tense expression and a hint of fear on her face.

"Oh, by the way." The man with the amethyst mask looked at Ronan gently and said softly, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Quasimodo."

"Quasimodo..Son of the Black Moon"

Ronan nodded slightly as if thinking about something. "Then."

What about the other side you didn’t finish talking about?”

Quasimodo's blade-thin lips curved upwards slightly under his amethyst mask, and he chuckled and said, "On the other hand, I also want to see what kind of person can replace Mixia in the deep sea, huh?!"

Before Quasimodo uttered the last word, he sensed the invisible force field surrounding Ronan in front of him rapidly expanding. His robes fluttered and his fiery mental power rose like oil boiling over a raging fire. In an instant, he broke through the original level 4 and entered the level 5, and finally approached the middle level of the level 5.
An extremely bright golden light lit up in the void, like a golden torrent rushing out, and the song of fire and gold resounded in the torrent.

Countless golden fragments like broken musical notes jingled and combined into the shape of a huge wing blade. The blade body emitted a golden halo, and countless asphalt-like golden flames flowed down, in a gorgeous and dreamy waterfall of light.
The sword light burst out, carrying with it the thick aura of forbidden law, instantly filling all his pupils!
"boom!"

The golden color covered the sky, and countless arcs of lightning flowed with the flames.

The woman with green braids stood in mid-air with a pale face, her whole body shaking like a sieve.

At that moment, her entire body was submerged in the golden sword light. Although not a single hair on her body was hurt, the terrifying shocking feeling as if facing the impact of a tsunami almost destroyed and crushed her consciousness.

The woman with green braids raised her head slowly with difficulty, and saw Ronan wearing a crystal crown, his robes fluttering, and his body protected and surrounded by a dazzling golden force field. He looked like a blazing star, twisting the void, powerful, hot, and scorching. He looked at a certain place behind her with a light that was difficult to look at, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Now, do you see it?"

The woman with green braids turned around suddenly and found Quasimodo's figure several miles away from her.

Quasimodo, who was once revered as a god in her heart, now looked so miserable as if he had just escaped from a terrible disaster.

The gorgeous Black Moon robe on his body became tattered, his body took on a semi-illusory elemental form, his back seemed to be even more hunched, and he was breathing heavily. Even with the amethyst mask covering his face, it was difficult to hide the extremely shocked and ugly expression on his face.

That young man who had entered the sect with me, almost severely injured Lord Quasimodo, a fifth-level wizard of the Son of the Black Moon, with me between us? !

Realizing this, the woman with green braids felt dazed for a moment and almost forgot where she was at the moment.
Ronan breathed evenly, with titanium flowing around him like a river. He closed his eyes, as if he could hear the crisp sound of gold exploding and burning in the flames like firewood, as well as the lingering song of fire and gold. He seemed to sense the deeper changes in gold and fire.

His dissatisfaction with the "new prophet" was mostly dissipated when the knife cut Quasimodo, and he felt much more relieved.

There was a slight burning sensation in my wrist.

Ronan raised his hand and saw that the circular mark on his wrist, which he had just erased, was quickly filling up.

He was stunned for a moment, and after discovering that the source of the mysterious power that filled the ring mark came from Quasimodo in the distance, he realized something and his expression suddenly became complicated.

Soon, the circular mark on Ronan's wrist was completely filled.

After being filled, the bright red ring turned into a beautiful golden color, and then bumps appeared on the smooth surface of the ring, and finally it turned into an exquisite golden gear shape.

At the same time, countless translucent gear shadows of various sizes appeared in the void, densely stretching and almost filling the entire sky of the Quevada Oasis.

As the gear on Ronan's wrist turns
"Kakaka-"

The large and small gears that meshed tightly with each other began to rotate one by one, and an invisible wave quickly spread out.

Ronan followed the trajectory of the gears, looking upwards, and finally landed on a high point in the sky. He saw a gray light door creak open under the push of countless gears.

Ronan stared at the crack of the gray light door, and seemed to catch a pair of cunning eyes from the black crack.

Before he could take a closer look, a fist-sized gray stone flew out from the crack in the door and happened to fall into his palm.

Ronan was caught off guard. He saw the gray stone breathing in his hand like a living thing, and then a figure resembling his own slowly emerged from the surface of the stone.
"Though I don't know what the prophet saw in you?"

Quasimodo walked slowly from a distance, coughing.

There was also a gear mark on his naturally drooping right hand, but unlike Ronan's golden color, his was bright red.

Quasimodo raised his head, and his slightly hunched back slowly straightened. His torn robe also slowly healed, becoming gorgeous and new again.

Figures wearing Black Moon robes quickly appeared around him, protecting him like guards.

Quasimodo's eyes behind the amethyst mask sparkled as he looked at Ronan. He spoke slowly with a tone that was unclear whether it was jealousy, sympathy, or pity: "You are lucky, but also unlucky... to be the first one chosen by the Stone of Destiny."

As Quasimodo finished speaking, Ronan suddenly felt a burning pain in his hand, and a force pulled him to lift his right hand, which was holding the gray stone, high up.

The golden gear mark on the right wrist began to rotate at high speed, causing countless densely packed gears in the void to start rotating faster.

As countless gears turned, mysterious waves spread out in all directions.

In an instant, countless shouts and responses seemed to be heard from the vast wilderness before us.

Ronan saw black spots of monsters appearing on the horizon, rushing towards him like a tide, and the rapidly rising spiritual power, and the figures of wizards wearing robes of various colors.
An invisible and powerful force enveloped Ronan, and he seemed to be locked by countless gazes.

This invisible pressure was many times heavier than a tsunami, and it almost made Ronan unable to breathe, as if it was going to crush him completely.
"The Stone of Destiny."

Ronan looked at the golden gear on the back of his hand that was spinning at high speed, and the mysterious gray stone in his hand that was becoming more and more like himself, and couldn't help but mutter, "So... this is to force me to enter the third stage of the trial?"

As if in response to Ronan's question.

In the sky, a line of small golden words quietly emerged - [Prove that you can truly grasp it before trying to get rid of it. ]

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