Divine Flame Crystal

The crazy and chaotic eyes of the demon Ghana made Xingluo think that he would become his next sacrifice.

Fortunately, the devil cannot break through the restrictions here and come down forcibly. His existence in this world depends on the strange summoning circle on the ground.

Ghana took one last look at Xingluo, as if he was still unsatisfied after eating the old man in black robe. He wanted to swallow Xingluo, but the binding force of the magic circle was too strong, and he failed after several tries.

Finally, he turned around helplessly and left from the Gate of the Abyss where he was summoned. This is the gate to the abyss, simple and old.

Looking at the gradually disappearing gate of the abyss, Xingluo heaved a long sigh of relief and thought, "I got lucky this time. I didn't expect that it would be a blessing in disguise and I would be promoted to an intermediate magician. And the summoner is dead, otherwise the demon would have been able to escape from the magic circle and move."

Even though the demon had left, Xingluo didn't want to stay here any longer. He used his magic hand to grab the old man in black robe, and without even looking at what was there, he threw it directly into his storage ring and left.

He wanted to get as far away from here as possible. Although the devil had left, the magma-like monster and its crazy and chaotic eyes really scared him.

"I didn't expect to encounter such a dangerous thing just after being promoted to a D-level mercenary. It's too scary. If I hadn't left a space mark in advance, if Mo hadn't given me a magic storage necklace. The more Xingluo thought about it, the scarier it became. This world is too dangerous."

By this time Xingluo had returned to the academy. Lying on the bed in dormitory 1111, he felt a little more at ease. His pounding heart seemed to have finally found a resting place and gradually slowed down.

Xingluo reported this mission truthfully to the Mercenary Union. Because it involved demons, the Mercenary Union specially set up an investigation team, which took a whole day to let him go.

The old man's relics were also taken away by the Mercenary Guild, but Xingluo was given 10 high-level magic cores and generous points as rewards for the mission. Xingluo was also promoted to a C-level mercenary because of this mission which was far more difficult than D-level.

Xingluo didn't know if he was the fastest promoted mercenary, but in just a few days, he jumped from an F-class mercenary to a C-class mercenary. If others knew about this speed of promotion, it would most likely shock several people.

Xingluo counted the harvest from the missions in the past few days. Adding the magic cores he had obtained before, he now had more than 50 high-level magic cores and as many as 2000 mercenary guild points.

Even an ordinary high-level magician might not be able to possess such wealth. Xingluo is no longer the pauper from the small village.

Unknowingly, he has been promoted to an intermediate magician. Xingluo recalled the books in the library. Now he can use a lot more magic.

Moreover, starting from the intermediate magician, space magic also began to show its prowess, and will show its rare magic status to the world.

Now the space magic that Xingluo can cast includes: level 2 magic space blade, level 3 magic space shield, level 4 magic short-distance space jump and level 4 magic dimensional anchor.

Only when he reaches the intermediate level of magician can Xingluo truly have the ability to protect himself. School is about to start, and Xingluo is already looking forward to the second-grade qualifying competition.

He is now a level 7 intermediate magician. Although he still has a long way to go, he is almost 15 years old and is no longer the little fat boy who is bullied by everyone.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked at the prosperous Luoshen City outside the window. The world seemed to be becoming more and more uneasy.

"The world is becoming increasingly restless," the dean of Luoshen Academy said slowly while looking out the window.

This is a study room with starry sky outside the window and an astronomical observatory outside through the transparent door.

The dean's deep gaze seemed to penetrate the void, staring into the future, and then he let out a deep sigh, "Time is running out for these little guys. I don't know how much time we old guys have left, alas."

School has finally started, and Xingluo is about to enter the second grade. He seems to have grown a little taller, but he still looks chubby overall.

Looking at the huge crowds of students in the square, Xingluo knew that this qualifying competition would determine whether he could make the same rapid progress in the coming year as he did last year.

For the magician's set meal and for food, Xingluo's eyes became sharp, like a beast that chooses its prey.

There are 500 students in the second grade, including those who have failed and those who are new. It is not easy for Xingluo to get into the top three among these 500 students.

After all, the second graders are not like the rookies who have just entered school like the first graders. They are all young people around fifteen or sixteen years old.

Whether it is the study of theoretical courses or the practical experience of magicians, they all have certain attainments. Although most of the second-year students are still junior magicians, there are also intermediate magicians.

In order to enter the top three, Xingluo has no advantage in the magician level, so he has to deal with it well, even when facing a junior magician, he cannot take it lightly.

A lion has to use all his strength to fight a rabbit, not to mention that he is not a lion and the other party is not a little white rabbit.

In the preliminary round, there are 50 groups, each with 10 people competing in a melee, and only one of the 10 people will advance.

In the semi-finals, two people from these 50 people will compete against each other to determine the top 25.

In the battle for the top 12, one player will have a bye, and then there will be a 1-player championship match, and so on.

Xingluo's goal was to be in the top three. Looking at the arena that had been raised in the square, Xingluo stretched his waist and stretched his legs. Many students in the square cast strange looks at Xingluo.

"What is he doing?"

"This guy is crazy, is he crazy?"

Xingluo seemed not to have heard it. He looked at the ten arenas rising up in the square. There were light curtains floating above them, which were the list of candidates for this battle.

Xingluo was on the sixth stage. He walked over slowly and climbed onto the stage. However, as he was too fat, it took him several tries to get up. Many students on the stage looked at him with contempt.

Seeing that Xingluo seemed to have finally stood up from the ring, the referee shook his head and shouted, "Start." With the referee's order, the magic shield in the square rose up, and the shouts of the students rang out with the word "start."

Xingluo smiled innocently and rushed towards the crowd. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but all the magic passed him by and he soon rushed out of the chaos.

But for some reason, his face was covered in blood, and his uniform robe looked tattered, as if he had been baptized by several magic spells. He rushed forward a few more steps and then fell, lying on the ground motionless.

The place where Xingluo fell was far away from the war and close to the edge of the shield. This direction was not far from the referee, and generally no students would be so blind as to cast magic in this direction.