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Chapter 122 The Strongest True Spirit Magic Tool

Keep singing spells, constantly changing gestures, constantly casting spells and attacking...

Lin Yun only felt that the magic power in his body was pouring out like a flood that broke through the dam. The magic power in the elemental amber ring had been drained. Lin Yun was slightly stunned and then began to draw the magic power in the spiritual staff. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. Even Lin Yun couldn't remember how many magic he had released.

A scream came from the front...

After eating a spear of flames, the heroic warrior in front finally fell down, and then turned into a white light and soared into the sky, disappearing in the dark arena.

"The first!" Only one of the heroic warriors died, but for Lin Yun, this was a dawn of victory.

The magic power stored in the psychic staff began to pour into Lin Yun's body frantically. The spell that had just stopped resounded again throughout the dark arena...

At this time, Lin Yun had no second elemental incarnation to use. Faced with the heroic warriors who were rushing forward, the only thing Lin Yun could do was to transport the magic energy array to the limit, and use his rich combat experience accumulated over the twenty years of the end of the world to engage in an extremely desperate battle with the remaining nine heroic warriors.

Keep attacking, defending, and controlling, Lin Yun did almost everything he could do. He drank three bottles of angel potion, used seven of the Bone Demon's Nether Fire Bullets, and even the lava master who had just obtained from Ronald exhausted his magic power in this battle. It can be said that all Lin Yun's trump cards have been taken out...

Finally, Lin Yun used a fire explosion technique to end the long three-hour battle...

"It's finally over..." At this time, Lin Yun had exhausted all his magic power. Even the storage in the spiritual staff was squandered by Lin Yun, and his whole nerves had reached the limit. Three hours of high-intensity battle had drained Lin Yun's last trace of energy.

Almost as the heroic warrior turned into white light and soared into the sky, Lin Yun also raised his head and walked down...

Since coming to this era, Lin Yun has never been so tired.

Even in the illusion of the Death Garden, the killing of Lin Yun did not force Lin Yun to this extent. The moment he fell down with his head, Lin Yun even wanted to sleep in just one sleep, no matter what prince's tomb, no matter what dark arena he...

Unfortunately, I only lay on the ground for five minutes. Lord Sean, who couldn't wait, had already urged him...

"Hurry, hurry up, go and check the rewards, and see if there is anything that can help Lord Sean recover his strength immediately!"

"I have to see you myself, I want to sleep..."

"You dare to threaten Lord Sean!" Lord Sean was furious, but after a while of anger, he suddenly laughed gloatingly: "Do you think these ten heroic warriors are your last opponent? Lord Sean originally didn't want to scare you, but seeing that you are so ignorant, I will only remind you. Do you still remember? How many games do the Gladiators in the Empire have to win in a row before they can get freedom?"

"..." As soon as Lord Sean's words fell, Lin Yun jumped up from the ground suddenly.

That's right, the gladiators of the Third Dynasty have to win seven games in a row before they can gain freedom.

In other words, I have to fight another game next?

Damn, this joke is a bit big...

When Lin Yun thought of having another fight next, he really wanted to cry. Ten heroic warriors had already forced himself to this point. According to the convention of the dark arena, the opponent in the next game is probably the strength of the high-level magician, right?

"So, Lord Sean advises you, go and see the reward first. Maybe there is something good in the reward that can help Lord Sean directly restore its strength. If that's the case, you can stand by the next game and applaud Lord Sean peacefully..."

"..." Although Lin Yun did not agree with this arrogant true spirit magic weapon, he was still very excited about the rewards in the three golden boxes.

You know, when Lin Yun defeated his fifth opponent, he got a one-handed sword at the psychic level.

Although this one-handed sword is not suitable for Lin Yun, the level is there, the real psychic level.

According to the management of the rewards in each game of the Dark Gladiator are doubled. Even if it is not a true spiritual magic weapon, it is at least a top spiritual magic weapon.

That is the power that is completely in your own hands, and you will never be as shameless and passive as Lord Sean.

Lin Yun stood in front of the three golden boxes, raised his hand but did not stretch out because Lin Yun was hesitating about which one to drive.

"Left, left, left..." Lord Sean seemed to be even more nervous than Lin Yun, and kept muttering there...

"Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you..." Lin Yun was so angry that he was muttering by Lord Sean. He thought that anyway, the left side had been driven several times before, and the harvest was pretty good, so he could just do it again.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and the golden box on the left opened with a "click"...

Then……

Lord Sean started scolding...

"Damn it, Barov, you shameless, dare to tease Lord Sean!"

To be honest, it's really no wonder that Lord Sean is so excited.

Who would have thought that after killing ten heroic warriors, the reward they received would be a inherited magic weapon!

And it is an unfinished inherited magic weapon!

Lord Sean was about to cry on the spot. He thought that after killing ten heroic warriors, he could at least obtain a top psychic magic weapon. At that time, he would draw the magic power in it and at least half of his power was restored to his heyday. As a result, what was placed in the box was such an unfinished inherited magic weapon!

It was a magic wand made of ghost wood. There was an unknown level of magic crystal embedded at the top. Judging from the magic fluctuations emitted from it, it can be determined that it was a inherited magic weapon. Moreover, only three alchemy arrays on this inherited magic weapon were completed. There was no connection between them, and there was not even the source of magic power. A discerning person could tell at a glance that this was an unfinished inherited magic weapon.

Damn it, it’s okay to inherit the magic weapon, but it’s still an unfinished magic weapon. Prince Barov, isn’t your joke a bit too big?

Lord Sean was furious and even tried to use the power he had just recovered a little, trying to destroy this shameful inheritance magic weapon to vent his anger.

As a result, before Lord Sean had time to take action, Lin Yun had already captured this inherited magic weapon.

No, it's not just grabbing it...

Lin Yun seemed to have gotten some treasure and quickly put the inherited magic weapon into his pocket.

"Hey. You won't be so poor that you can't choose to eat. You won't even let go of an unfinished inherited magic weapon. It seems that Lord Sean really needs to think carefully. If you work for you in the future, will you be so poor that you can't even provide the magic crystals that Lord Sean needs..."

"I have to say, Lord Sean, your vision is really bad..." Lin Yun shook his head with satisfaction. After suddenly getting such a treasure, Lin Yun was in a good mood for a moment. Even Lord Sean's ridicule seemed to be not as ugly as before.

"Do you know this damn inherited magic weapon? Tell me quickly... Can it help me restore my strength immediately?"

"No. But I can guarantee that at most a year, this hellish inheritance magic weapon will be above you, Lord Sean. Should we make a bet?"

"Nonsense!" Lord Sean was suddenly furious.

"Then let's bet. If I lose, I will immediately terminate the contract between the Lord and slaves. If you lose, you will completely surrender to me."

"This..." Lord Sean hesitated a little. To be honest, a person who has not yet completed inherited magic weapon will surpass his power in a year. Lord Sean is one hundred who do not believe it...

The problem is, seeing this guy with a full face of confidence, Lord Sean is really a little confused...

Thinking of this, Lord Sean made a quick decision: "Be careful, the seventh game is about to begin!"

"Damn, so fast!" Lin Yun was startled and quickly took out a level 13 magic crystal from his pocket. Regardless of whether it would be caused by impurities to cause magic backfire, he gritted his teeth and began to desperately extract the magic power...

Fortunately, the seventh battle had not really begun until Lin Yun extracted this thirteenth-level magic crystal. So in order to be more secure, Lin Yun took out a thirteenth-level magic crystal from his pocket and began to continue to replenish his magic power.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces...

After extracting the magic power from the fourth magic crystal, Lin Yun's magic power has completely returned to its full state.

However, the seventh game still didn't start...

"What's the situation?" Lin Yun began to feel a little confused. Lin Yun would not remember the rules of the Third Dynasty's arena. It is necessary for the gladiators to gain freedom after winning seven games in a row.

But I only played six games, why didn’t the seventh game start?

"Why are you stunned? The doors to the dark arena have been opened. Are you planning to stay for supper if you don't leave?"

When Lord Sean's mockery came, Lin Yun's face suddenly sank: "What's going on? Didn't you say there is a seventh game? Are you lying to me?"

"How could Lord Sean lie to you? The empire's gladiator's rules are that only after winning seven games in a row will the Gladiators be truly free, but you are very lucky. Your opponent in the seventh game is exactly the invincible Lord Sean..."

"You?" Lin Yun was stunned at first, and then he understood.

As a true spiritual magic weapon, Lord Sean is indeed a rival to the existence of a titled magician in terms of strength. It is reasonable to let this soul walker come on the field in the seventh game of the Dark Gladiator.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun suddenly remembered that after breaking out of the dark arena, the ** master of the cloud tower used the luck to describe it in his records. He was thinking along the way, what is luck to defy the will...

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid that the ** master was like himself. Before entering the dark arena, he had already gained the recognition of the true spirit magic weapon, so in the last seventh battle, he was directly bye.

Otherwise, based on the strength of the ten heroic warriors, the opponents in the seventh game will most likely be at the level of the titled magician, and that is almost unsolvable. No ** master can last ten seconds in front of the titled magician, even Lin Yun, who has nine magic arrays, will not be able to.

That is no longer a gap in strength...

It's purely a battle between two different beings!

"It seems that my luck is not as bad as I thought..." Lin Yun thought so contentedly when he walked out of the dark arena.

"Hey, Meilin, you haven't told me yet what's special about this ghostly inherited magic weapon?" As soon as he left the dark arena, Lord Sean was concerned about the ghostly inherited magic weapon again.

"You won't understand even if you say it..." Lin Yun said perfunctorily without sincerity.

Because this is impossible to explain at all, Lin Yun could not tell this soul walker that the inherited magic weapon that, in his eyes, would become a famous terrifying existence thousands of years later. At that time, this staff would be called the strongest magic weapon among the true spirits!

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