Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Duanmuxi looks up and down at the monsoon smoke. He looks light and casual. He doesn't want to talk nonsense about monsoon smoke. He looks directly at the other members of the Presbyterian.

"You guys, I'll take care of today's business, and finish it earlier and disperse it earlier, so as not to delay your cultivation." This remark was approved by the other twelve members of the Presbyterian.

"You are welcome, master Duanmu." Master Yue chuckled, with an air of his own.

Obviously, the thirteen people in the Presbyterian didn't see the monsoon smoke at the age of 15 at all.

If not for the order of emperor Shenglong, they would not even bother to come here.

Duanmuxi smiled a little, slightly nodded his head to other elders, and then stepped forward. He held a simple staff in his hand, which looked very old. He slowly walked to the front of the monsoon smoke, and looked at the side of the monsoon smoke. The fierce birds and animals transformed from statues looked surprisingly calm.

"Monsoons smoke, you disturb the peace of the imperial capital. It's a big crime to try to murder your majesty. If you kill me now, I can leave you a whole body." Duanmuxi looks at the monsoon smoke arrogantly, as if he has given it great tolerance.

Monsoon smoke was almost amused by Duanmu Xi's tone of almsgiving.

"I'll kill you? Sorry, I don't have this plan. If you want to avenge the holy Dragon Emperor, you can come up and try it yourself. " The monsoon smoke picks the eyebrow way.

Duanmuxi's eyebrows are light and wrinkled. He is not happy with the arrogance of monsoon smoke.

"Ignorant children, who think they are the exterminators, can control everything? Sad It's amazing. " Duanmuxi shook her head displeased, holding up the old wand slightly. The deep eyes passed the monsoon smoke, and a strong magic wave gathered on his wand.

"Since you still don't want to go astray, then don't blame me for bullying the small with the big."

Along with duanmuxi's last warning exit, a series of obscure incantations suddenly overflowed from his mouth. That series of incantations, the speed of blurting out was extremely fast, others could not hear clearly, duanmuxi was reading something, but with the exit of duanmuxi's incantations, the magic wave condensed on his staff became more and more intense.

The little old man and the strong man standing on the side of the monsoon smoke body are already pale, and they have some abilities, otherwise they will not be imprisoned in the dungeon of the palace, and they will be strictly guarded. At the moment, they have clearly felt that the magic power is growing in the air around them, as if they are going to ignite the air around them.

The power of mages comes from their own magic hoarding. As far as mages are concerned, even though they have the most powerful offensive magic, they have a fatal weakness

That's the singing of magic.

The more destructive the magic is, the more complex the required incantations are. In the scuffle, the length of time for mages to sing determines their exposure time. Just like the church level magic, singing alone takes as long as an hour. The more powerful the mage is, the shorter the singing time can be compressed.

It's said that a mage needs an hour to sing the magic of the sanctuary. For a mage, it only takes a minute!

However, in the blink of an eye, a huge ball of light suddenly condenses on a wooden staff!