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The Magus Era

Long ago, there were people who stood upon the earth with their heads held high. They never bowed to anyone because of their indomitable spirit. They were capable of controlling wind and lightning, and conquering dragons and serpents. They seemed strong enough to split the earth and shatter the stars with their fists. They traveled throughout the land and called themselves Magi. Eventually, one of them would become a Supreme Magus! These men are the ancestors of human beings. Their blood is what we all share today. Qing Long is the former strongest man in the world. He traveled through space and time and was reborn as Ji Hao in the Fire Crow Clan of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a complicated world. Forces from both inside and outside of the clan want this young and talented boy to die. Under great pressure, Ji Hao makes a deal with a mysterious man, who resides in his spiritual space, never showing his real face. He gains two drops of blood from a dragon and phoenix. Afterwards, Ji Hao becomes increasingly more powerful. -------- Releasing: Everyday

Blood Red · Huyền huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
1901 Chs

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Biên tập viên: Hitesh_

The bottom half of Buzhou Mountain stood in the world, with a crystal altar standing on it. Elder Destiny stood in front of the altar, cut open the chest of a three-headed boa dragon, took out its heart and placed on it. Followed by Elder Destiny’s moves, tens of thousands of holy spirits and ancestor souls from Pan Xi world moved together and beheaded countless fierce wild beasts, which were weakened by the rain.

A strong gale rose and rolled up the blood of these beasts that sprayed on the altar. Swoosh! A purple stream of fire rose from the altar. The water-tank-sized fire stream rose to thousands of meter high. Meanwhile, the raindrops in the air were frozen by the coldness released from the purple fire, falling from the sky.

The compass of destiny floated above Elder Destiny’s head. The complicatedly structured compass had been spinning slowly, while strands of purple fire puffed out of the altar, drilling into the compass.