The upper demon.

Such a simple word, everyone's eyes were trembling.

Even the seemingly gentle old man of the Shadow Clan couldn't help but look at the baby being held by Sandru's palm.

After a brief surprise, it was replaced by a lot of envy.

They are not ignorant people, and naturally understand the meaning of a superior demon, which is a powerful existence second only to the demon monarch. Even in the abyss where demons are everywhere, the superior demon is not easily seen.

Now I have obtained one through cultivation techniques, and shackles have been set during the embryo period.

Sandrew said that he was a student, but he was not much different from a completely bound slave.

Just the method just now, many people here can do it, provided that they have such an embryo.

The upper demon.

This level of existence can inherit memory in the soul.

"Sandru, what is this demon's identity?" The ogre was the first to ask a question. At this moment, the fear on his face had long disappeared.

This sensitive question instantly attracted everyone's attention, especially the vampire, whose gentle and gentle face was full of concern.

The superior demon can gain immortality through continuous landing. If he can know the other party's identity, he can deduce his abilities in history.

"The most common one, the title of Dark Mandala."

hiss!

The moment the sound fell, a sudden breath sound came from the room.

This was a sign of extreme surprise, but Li Natural was particularly curious about how a title could trigger such a big reaction. The people in front of him seemed to have never seen the world.

But he didn't know the origin of this title at all. The Dark Mandala dated back to the Second World War.

The Second Red Clay Continent War was an invasion war launched by the Immortal Monarch. Starting from the abyss, crossing the endless sea to raid the Red Clay Continent, bringing the cruel war to this prosperous continent.

The thirteen years of iron-blooded rule made that era the darkest period. The creatures even believed that this continent would be ruled by demons for eternity, and all races would disappear in such torture.

Witchcraft, curse, plague, blood sucking, sacrifice, soul sucking, and all kinds of magic emerge in endlessly.

With sufficient support from creatures, countless powerful black witchcraft emerged.

In that era, creatures were desperate, but in the Dark Council, there was another name, the Golden Age.

It was precisely because of that era that various magical soul spells emerged, which made the dark mages find elemental insects with various mysterious abilities in the elemental tide, and creatures began to merge with their souls and developed magic chains with various strange abilities.

In that era, various research institutes, alchemy institutes, and corpse factories emerged one after another. It was the era when the title magicians were born the most. Some even broke through the limits of title magicians and detected more mysterious areas.

That was definitely the real golden age.

And in this era, the most dazzling ones are the ten commanders with the immortal monarch as the core.

They are representative figures of the combination of demonic mystery and elemental tides. At the same time, they are not stingy with their knowledge at all, combining souls and elements into unique witchcraft and spreading them to the world.

A large part of the witchcraft that is now popular on the continent comes from the ten demon leaders. The witchcraft they created at will has developed into several schools.

But no one denies their achievements, and they are well-known, and more importantly, each of them has their own peak witchcraft.

And the dark mandala creates the silence and withering of the mandala that shocks the world.

When the soul merges into various elements such as time, darkness, poison, etc., it turns into the ultimate withered flower, entering destruction in a stable form and reaching silence.

This witchcraft was the fall of a magic army.

One hundred and twenty-one, all withered with one tenth of the top power of the Alliance Legion at that time, like the name of the spell.

Although the devil's nest that could be destroyed was won by the elves as the head of the elves, there was no inheritance of these taboo witchcrafts, and only scattered data materials.

Even so, countless creatures are pursuing their whole lives to pursue this powerful force.

Especially the Dark Council led by the Dark Mage, he devoted all his strength to this ultimate witchcraft.

Dark Mandala.

It was in that world-sensational war that the world called this demon.

The vampire looked at the baby tied in place and kept biting, unable to associate it with the existence of casually destroying a super magic legion.

But he could feel the extraordinaryness of this baby.

"Sandrew, you won't..." The vampire hesitated for a moment and smiled, "Can this little guy show us something? It's a bit against my mind, but I'm really curious."

He knew very well that this kind of temptation was very offensive. After all, no strong man would show his background, but he really couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Sandru turned his normal behavior and looked at Li Nan standing in the corner, as if he was intentional. He rubbed his fingers lightly and a small white spot of light suddenly jumped out of his fingertips.

Everyone could see that it was a ball of undead energy.

The spot of light stopped half a foot away from his body, like a small insect, but soon the little insect began to twist itself, wrapping itself together like a hemp rope, stretching, piercing, and wrapping it, as if it was just killing the knot.

But everyone's eyes were staring at each other, including Mr. Ying, with curiosity and a sense of joy in his eyes.

Li Natural also watched attentively. Every time the little insect tangled, his heart would be beating.

This is not a knot as he imagined, but rather a text structure.

This undead bone point is constantly stretching and twisting, and is being transformed into text.

Text is not a simple flat font, but an abstract three-dimensional structure.

Li Natural could only see the general idea, but others could see the details of this text.

Some frowned and thoughtful, while others were inexplicably shocked. Even An Funi's two beautiful eyes kept flashing, as if they were following the words to reciprocate.

Suddenly, the text stopped squirming, and in an instant, a vibration caused, and the entire space seemed to be split.

A bone-white wind blade flew out from the gap in the text, breaking through the void like a comet.

Everyone looked at the demon in an instant, because the shape of this wind blade was exactly the same as the one that the demon fetus had just released.

It’s just that the demon releases pure and transparentness, while Sandru is more focused on the white of the undead.

Obviously, this is part of the inheritance.

The wind blade suddenly stopped when it shuttled to a specific area, as if it was torn by the gravity of the text. After a brief pause, it began to rotate around the text. A thin layer of bone threads naturally left at its rotational trajectory.

Soon, more wind blades flew out from the center of the text, and whenever they reached the limit, they stopped moving in a specific trajectory, forming a high-speed rotating nebula cluster.

It seems very slow, but all this happened in the blink of an eye, and the text was already wrapped in dense silk threads.

"master!"

Li Natural gave Sandru a thumbs up in his heart. This is the master of the Necromancer. The silk threads are obviously the array patterns of the magic array, and the slenderness is at least a hundred times that of Li Natural.

If it weren't for seeing it at this moment, Li Naturally wouldn't believe that the patterns of the magic circle could be thinner than their hair.

But the people on the round table were obviously not surprised by Sandru's technique, because the silk threads that were constantly coiling were quickly forming a bud.

"Mandala!" The vampire screamed in control.

The others' breathing also tightened sharply, as if they were seeing the treasure left over from World War II at this moment.

Money, slaves, wealth, these things may not shake the hearts of these big shots, but a treasure that comes from the inheritance of World War II is definitely a treasure that cannot be ignored.

It is already obvious that Sandru has been passed down.

At this moment, Sandru suddenly stopped, a smile appeared on his stiff face, but there was helplessness in his smile.

My fingers dragged the flowers made of these undead energy, but there were no traces of withering as the legendary ones.

He smiled at Ying Lao Cancan: "Ying Lao, I get that little bit."

Li Natural smiled in his heart. The old man was obviously lying. He had seen the extremely complicated bone dragon magic array.

The reason why he showed this spell was probably because he had no grasp of it at all.

Others didn't believe it, but they couldn't ask directly.

"Mandala is silent withered?" Old Ying asked in a low voice, "It does look like that. The Dark Council has been tracing this inheritance. What they can do is nothing more than that. Sandru, relying solely on your ability, it is already very good to reach this level. However, what is really powerful about the Withered Silent is not the construction of Mandala, but how to make this flower withered quietly. You... can't do it!"

Hearing this, Sandru's expression suddenly changed. The meaning of this sentence was equivalent to deciding Li Nan's qualification to join.

Although the baby's talent is extraordinary, it is not a unique business in the Dark Council.

"Old man, aren't you good?" Suddenly, a young girl's voice penetrated, as if someone was saying that his toy was not good, with an unyielding childishness.

I didn't see any movements from her. Her delicate little fingers were inserted directly into the center of the magic circle and gently thrust them.

drop!

A thin piece of undead energy broke away from the magic circle like a flower and slowly fell down.

It did not fall on the ground, but gradually melted in the air, forming hideous characters. These symbols seemed to have souls and were connected to each other. When the whole petals completely melted, a long chain was formed.

drop!

It was like rain invading everyone's souls. If you clicked lightly, it seemed that a wisp of soul was cut off.

Especially the old shadow is even more obvious. A shadow tear out from the body, turning into gray spots in the air, dissipating in the void.

"Hehe! Fun! Fun!"

The tender and childlike voice echoed in the room, but no one here felt that it was fun.

Just in the moment, everyone's spiritual world narrowed silently.
Chapter completed!