The Strongest Magician of Gods

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, two figures broke through the air in two separate formations. Lin Luo rode a strange magical broom, advancing madly.

Mo Bei carefully studied the magic seed, and the patterns on it became denser and deeper, radiating a bright golden color.

When he looked inward at the magic seed, he discovered a silvery-white tender sword inside, which looked just like a tree seedling, but the surging light on it was so dazzling.

As the seed burst forth with light, Mo Bei felt his spine grow endlessly, resembling a sword. His bones seemed to have mutated, becoming dazzling and even his blood was inlaid with a touch of gold.

That was terrifying. Although there was only a tiny amount of golden blood, the sheer quantity of that bloodline was enough to instill fear in so many people. It was sacred and solemn, and even their own magical physique was significantly strengthened.

At this moment, Mo Bei continued to comprehend, while in the depths of the distant bamboo forest, a plump figure hurriedly arrived.

The fat monk looked around the dilapidated bamboo forest in horror. Rows of tall bamboo stalks had broken and fallen into the deepest part of the forest.

The space was filled with a strong smell of decay, and on a tall bamboo stalk, a blood-red magic wand was sticking out, crystal clear, swaying with the bamboo.

The bamboo was covered in cracks. The fat monk walked over solemnly, reached out, and pulled out the magic wand that was stuck upside down in it.

A terrifying scene unfolded: the bamboo trembled and turned to ashes inch by inch, clearly shattered into powder by the immense magical power.

"Could it be that they came knocking on our door?"

The fat monk stood still, a dark light flashing in his lower abdomen. In the area of ​​the magic source, a withered vine was growing everywhere, its once thriving branches now withered and lifeless.

The vines seemed to be bound by a runic power, with clearly visible black patterns absorbing the magic power from the magical root.

When a magical spiritual root is nurtured to its later stages, it will transform into a magical supernatural power. Some even bear mysterious sacred fruits with boundless secret power. The magical spiritual root has always been the most mysterious force in the magical world, capable of nurturing endless rare and precious materials.

It was pitch black. Mo Bei opened his eyes and looked at the cloth bag. The space continued to shake violently, and a strong wind swept through.

Not long after, at the foot of a towering mountain, a clear river was deeply etched into the earth like a painting.

There stood a woman dressed in pristine white, exuding an aloof and ethereal aura, her body radiating magical energy.

The woman was so beautiful, so captivating, with her exquisitely beautiful eyes sparkling with a crystalline luster.

She looked towards the endless space and time, as if she were standing on stars. The woman seemed to sense a familiar scent, and her cold, pretty face suddenly smiled, her eyes filled with excitement and eagerness.

Mu Tianxuan didn't know what was wrong with her. Her heart was churning, her blood was surging, and a figure suddenly appeared in her blank mind.

"rumble"

The magic broom trembled, drawing a trail of mist from the sky, and two figures quickly stood at the foot of the verdant mountain.

With the endless sound of flowing water in his ears, Mo Bei instantly perked up. He took a sniff and smelled a delicate fragrance wafting over.

"Could the Lady Mu they're talking about be her?" Mo Bei asked uncertainly.

Lin Luo stepped forward, his face flushed with excitement, and rushed to the woman as if to claim credit.

"My lord, I have captured Mo Bei, the magic instructor from Austin Magic Academy."

Lin Luo was delighted, threw the cloth bag on his back onto the ground, and bowed slightly.

The woman was already filled with anger. The familiar figure did not arrive. Eighteen terrifying beams of light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Mo Bei?"

Mu Tianxuan subconsciously pondered, her icy face turning completely cold. In her memory, she felt no familiarity with this name whatsoever.

Upon hearing the familiar female voice, Mo Bei's blood rushed to his head. It was her, it really was her.

Mo Bei had high hopes, but the next moment his heart sank.

"Don't know him? Kill him!"

Mu Tianxuan pouted, her face regaining its cold expression, completely unconcerned that a life was about to leave her.

There are very few things that can interest her, and she has no possessiveness. Apart from cultivation, there is nothing that can stir her emotions.

"Uh!"

Lin Luo was stunned. He had never imagined such a scene would occur. He was terrified. If this person was of no use to Lord Mu, it was as if he could already see a pair of evil eyes focusing on him from behind.

The old man behind him grinned wickedly, his lips crimson, and he licked his lips with his tongue.

"Since the master says to kill him, Lin Luo, what are you waiting for?"

The old man's eyes were blazing with anger as he stared intently at him, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

A surge of hatred gathered within the old man's body.

"Hmph, find a chance to get rid of him too, so he won't disturb my enjoyment any more," the old man said hatefully.

Mo Bei, inside the bag, froze, a chill running down his spine!

This woman is incredibly ruthless. She doesn't even glance at a human life, killing without hesitation. I'll definitely find a chance to teach her a lesson.

"Yes...yes, sir, I...I...I'll get to work right away."

Lin Luo was deathly pale, his body slumped down, imagining a terrifying scene from the old man's angry face.

Mo Bei was furious, and his magical power surged forth with every breath.

It's sizzling!

A black flame enveloped his body, and the cloth bag collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You woman, you really want to kill me that badly? You're quite attractive, but your heart is as venomous as a snake. Come on! Kill me already! I'm waiting!"

As soon as Mo Bei took out the bag, he stared at the woman and started yelling. He was really angry. "You don't know my name? At least you should look at it! How perfunctory!"

"Stop being so rude."

Lin Luo was shocked and hurriedly stood up, releasing a burst of magic power from his magic wand.

"Hmm! Advanced magic?"

Mo Bei observed the fluctuation, where intense flames gathered around it.

"Not bad magic, but unfortunately you are no match for me."

Mo Bei sneered, facing Lin Luo, his legs flashed, and a series of leg shadows swept across the air at an outrageous speed.

"What kind of magic is that?"

Lin Luo stared in horror at the countless leg shadows, and as his body was suddenly enveloped by a tremendous force.

"Boom"

Lin Luo was violently thrown back, crashing into several ancient trees and snapping them in half. Countless tender leaves fluttered down as the wind from his leg raged.

Lin Luo's bones were broken, and his expression was one of shock and dismay. The power Mo Bei used was something he had never encountered before, a kind of power that only geniuses in the Elemental Palace could cultivate.

"The basic techniques?" The old man became serious, sensing a hint of surprise from that leg technique. How old was he? He had already come into contact with the techniques and cultivated them to such a level.

Mu Tianxuan blinked her beautiful eyes, feeling a little excited. She quickly cleared her mind of other thoughts and carefully considered the leg technique that Mo Bei had just used.

"It's too weak," Mu Tianxuan pouted, panting and dissatisfied.