The ancestor of wizards stood there quietly, without any sound or breath. His pair of green eyes looked over, like a faint shadow.

But Maureen knew it wasn't.

This is not just a shadow.

The wizard's ancestor narrowed his green eyes into a long arc. His voice was erratic and sounded very light. It kept changing around him, and his voice was also very strange. It was unclear whether he was a man or a woman, an old man or a young boy.

"The ancestor of wizards!"

"The ancestor of wizards!"

Dadaf and Gegra, who were controlling the Sky City, felt the breath of the Wizard Ancestor and were startled. They looked over quickly. When they saw the black figure appearing in front of them, they showed shock on their faces.

The ancestor of wizards, the origin of witchcraft power, walks in the endless planes of the chaotic star realm like the grains of sand in the Ganges, represents endless glory and honor, and is the ancestor of wizards who forcefully suppressed all powerful ancient wizards!

"The ancestor of wizards..."

Mo Lin looked at the figure in front of him and took a deep breath. At this moment, he felt an indescribable huge pressure.

The ancestor of wizards.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The origin totem behind Morin was vibrating softly, slightly blurry, shaking constantly, and making a trembling sound.

"Origin, origin totem..." The ancestor of wizards stood there, his eyes moved over and fell on the origin totem behind Morin.

His eyes were narrow and long, still the same as before, and it seemed as if nothing had changed, but the meaning behind them had become something else.

"Maureen Olson."

The ancestor of wizards raised his head slightly, looked at Morin, and said, "In you, I see the shadows of those ancient wizards."

"Silfinos, Mark, Saul Nance, and many more."

“I really miss it.”

The tone of the Wizard Ancestor changed, and he seemed to be sighing. At this moment, the Wizard Ancestor seemed not to be a legendary existence, but had become alive.

"Yes, Maureen Olsen, you really are very much like them. Very, very much like them." The Wizard Ancestor said, shaking his head slightly, and said, "It's over, it's over."

"Everything about the ancient wizards, all of that, will end here."

"Ancient wizard? This was a mistake."

The ancestor of wizards looked at Morin.

His eyes were calm and peaceful, without any ripples. However, Morin felt an indescribable huge pressure at this moment. He could feel his body trembling. Every cell and every piece of flesh and blood was twisting, constantly and rapidly deforming, twisting, suffering, and destroying.

The wizard energy in his body was also raging wildly at this time. The energy was like a tide, swirling and forming a terrible energy ring, which was wreaking havoc and destroying in his body.

Mental power, wizard energy, body.

Everything was deformed, Morin's face was twisted and hideous, his body kept shaking, and his head was in great pain, as if someone was chiseling his head with an iron chisel.

"Wizard... The Ancestor of Wizards..." Morin's body was convulsing and shaking all over. His forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and he looked at the Ancestor of Wizards with gritted teeth.

On Morin's palm, the mark of the ancestor of wizards quietly emerged, glowing slightly, constantly twisting and changing, and was deeply imprinted on Morin's palm like a brand.

Buzz.

The mark became extremely bright, as if it was not just a mark, but a branding iron.

"ah!!"

The intense pain seemed to come from the depths of his soul. Veins popped out on Morin's forehead and he couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

"Maureen, I found the way to witchcraft and developed wizards. I know too much about wizards. Every wizard, when they appear in front of me, no matter how strong they are, they have already lost."

"They can't face me, and can't even look directly at my true form. Once they see me, weak wizards will go crazy, lose their minds, and become stupid."

"You ancient wizards are mine too."

"Moreover, when you ancient wizards are promoted to the fourth level of true meaning and become world spellcasters, I will send down my will and trigger the curse in the Minai Totem. As for you, I have sent down an avatar just to come and see the end of the ancient wizard in person."

"it's over."

The ancestor of wizards raised his hand and waved gently towards Morin.

The mark of the ancestor of wizards on Morin's palm suddenly fell off from the back of Morin's hand, turning into a strange circular mark and falling in front of Morin.

Boom! Endless blood rushed out from the circular seal and rushed towards Morin frantically.

Hiss, hiss, hiss! Deep wounds instantly appeared on Morin's body, and blood spurted out, spraying all around.

The blood flashed like fierce gales or wisps of lingering wind, interweaving to form messy knives that kept blowing and swirling past, as if to cut Morin into pieces alive.

"Ah... Wizard... The Ancestor of Wizards!" Morin crossed his hands and blocked them in front of him to resist the convolution and impact of the blood light. He raised his head slightly and looked at the Ancestor of Wizards in front of him, with a faint red light and unspeakable madness in his eyes.

"Oh, Morin, you can't bear it anymore? Why, do you want to take action?"

The ancestor of wizards looked at this scene. He opened his hands and spread out his black robe, looking particularly unrestrained. He said, "Come, burn the blood of the demon god in your body. Let me see how much power you can exert from the demon god Pankora. Are you worthy of inheriting the will of the demon god Pankora and becoming the king of endless darkness and fire?"

However, to the surprise of the Wizard Ancestor, Morin did not burn the blood of the demon madly.

Morin held up the halo with one hand to protect his body, while his other hand slowly reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized red spider from his arms.

Pop.

As Morin exerted force with his palm, the red spider immediately shattered into pieces, turning into countless red crystal powders floating in the air.

Boom, there was a slight shake around, and then the whole sky began to shake. Faintly, an incomparably huge and unpredictable figure appeared in the air. Waves of light intertwined, torn, deformed, extended, and evolved around her body, like a series of absurd oil paintings.

The figure turned around and became a woman of incomparable beauty.

"Who killed my child?" The woman slowly turned around and looked over here.

It was none other than the mother of nightmares.

The Mother of Nightmares sensed the breath of Morin, which was the last trace of Red Spider's death, but then, the Mother of Nightmares was distracted by another figure.

"Alessia." The ancestor of wizards looked at the figure of the Nightmare Mother quietly with his green eyes, and he began to speak.

"The ancestor of wizards."

The Nightmare Mother was silent for a moment, then she laughed softly. The look on her face was extremely ferocious and crazy. She said, "I didn't expect to see you here, Selfis."

"Selfis."

"The ancestor of wizards!!!"

The Mother of Nightmares roared madly.

Boom, it was as if an extremely huge river appeared, with waves rolling up into the sky and rushing over madly.