Versatile Mage: Starting from the Undead

"Everyone, everyone, I am very happy that you can come to congratulate my son. Time always flies so fast..."

Mu Zhuoyun, his face glowing with oil, sat high on the podium and delivered his long-prepared speech to the guests present.

Mu Ningxue did not appear here. She stood in a tall building not far away, watching this scene silently.

She didn't have a good impression of Yu Ang. This man gave her a sinister feeling, a cunning and poisonous snake hiding in a dark corner.

Her snowy eyes wandered, and finally settled on Mo Fan. She still vaguely remembered the memories of her childhood, but that could only go so far.

What feeling did Mo Fan give her?

Unruly?

A little bit.

It is said that in the past three years, his magic talent has been valued by the principal of Tianlan Magic School, and at the same time, the military boss Zhan Kong also values ​​him extremely.

In this Bo City, Mo Fan's achievements are enough.

But when compared with the geniuses across the country and the world, Bo City is just a small village.

This magic showdown was a bet between her father and Mo Fan, and she didn't want to interfere.

After all, she is now 18 years old. Time flies, and so much time has passed without even realizing it.

She also received the news from as far away as the Imperial Capital that Sister Yu'er was going to retreat to practice. It was said that this time it would take a long time.

Mu Ningxue couldn't help but raise her right hand, staring blankly at the snow jade-like skin, her pupils slowly began to dilate...

The magic showdown between Mo Fan and Yu Ang was in full swing. Far away from Bo City, a thin figure walked over step by step.

This is an ascetic monk, wearing an old cloth. He walks very slowly, as if he is praying for something.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Bo City, which was vaguely visible in the distance. He took off the gauze covering his face and revealed a very honest smile.

"Amitabha, I hope this exercise will satisfy the bishop."

The ascetic monk was not heading towards Bo City, but towards the other half of the mountains.

They still have some work to do, and this exercise will be the beginning of showing the power of red clothes, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Wu Ku continued to walk with his head lowered, like an ordinary wandering monk.

Suddenly, he raised his head as if he felt something.

A silver-feathered eagle appeared in the sky. It was very fast and it didn't take long to reach here.

As it got closer and closer, Yu Ying's huge body gradually appeared in front of Wu Ku.

Its head is larger than a room, and the hair on the top of its head stands on end, forming a fan-shaped silver crown. Its silver feathers are even sharper than steel blades.

Just when Wu Ku raised his head to look at the Silver Dome Master, the Silver Dome Master's eagle eyes overlooking everything happened to look at him!

Standing high above, looking down on everything.

Wu Ku's heart suddenly trembled. He was stared at by the Silver Dome Lord. He seemed to be bitten by countless heartworms, and it became difficult to breathe.

No...absolutely impossible!

Even if the Silver Dome Lord is extremely powerful, it is impossible for him to give himself such strong oppression!

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, then quickly dilated...

A... purple-haired man!

"grim Reaper……"

Even for Wu Ku, these two words came out of his mouth with difficulty.

What kind of drills, what kind of disaster in Bo City, what kind of Winged Wolf, they are nothing in front of this man!!!

The holy city surrendered, half of Tokyo was destroyed, and the forbidden curse fell...

This man has too many auras...

Why did he come to Bo City?

The bishop had repeatedly warned them not to disturb Luo Chen without permission, but now that Luo Chen was here, what should he do?

Wu Ku hurriedly lowered his head, wandering here like a strange passerby. But he knew in his heart that his Qi machine had been locked.

Now, he could only pray that it was an illusion.

Huhuhu~~~

A strong wind suddenly swept over, causing the surrounding trees to suddenly collapse. A huge silver shadow came over, and the king came.

"Amitabha……"

Wu Ku spoke plausibly, perhaps only in this way can he get rid of the fear in his heart.

Huh~

The heavy nasal sound ruffled Wu Ku's rag cassock, and the Silver Dome Lord looked at this insignificant man with disdain. If Luo Chen hadn't stopped him, it would have slapped him to death with one claw.

Luo Chen squinted at Wu Ku, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Amitabha, why did the donor block the path of the poor monk?"

Wu Ku took a deep breath and finally slowly raised his head. After looking at Luo Chen for a moment, he moved away slightly panicked and asked in confusion.

This was the first time he looked at this man, but he looked away almost subconsciously.

This man's aura is too strong, and the monarch eagle under his feet is just his foil.

Wu Ku held one hand in front of him and the other hand behind his back. No one knows how much courage he mustered up to say this, but the hand behind his back couldn't stop shaking.

"Are you afraid too?"

Luo Chen suddenly said this sentence, which made Wu Ku extremely puzzled. What did it mean?

None of Wu Ku's movements could be hidden from Luo Chen, and the trembling hands behind his back also fell into Luo Chen's mind bit by bit.

I didn't expect that Wu Ku, the head coach who had killed countless people, would be afraid, and just because he saw himself?

Are you really that terrible?

People like those in the Tribunal are not afraid at all when they see themselves.

What is this?

"Wu Ku?" Luo Chen asked softly again.

Wu Ku looked up at Luo Chen in shock, how could he know about him?

Seeing Wu Ku's expression, Luo Chen already knew that he had not mistaken the person.

"Ye...Salan is here too?"

There was an uproar in Wu Ku's heart again. Did Luo Chen already know his identity and plan?

Wu Ku didn't answer for a long time, which made Luo Chen frown. When the Silver Dome Master saw this, his eagle eyes narrowed slightly. This was a look that wanted to hunt prey...

"Bishop...the bishop didn't come here." Wu Ku didn't dare to lie, who knew what Luo Chen knew.

If Luo Chen knew that he had deceived him, given his character, he would probably be killed in one move.

Luo Chen nodded, and then looked Wu Kulai up and down.

The feeling Wu Ku gave him was almost the same as that of Qin Yu's son Ding Yumian.

Is this also a disaster victim?

When disaster victims grow up, few people will discover their identities unless they take the initiative to expose themselves.

But Luo Chen could directly feel that it was related to his experience and more dependent on his strong perception.

"The victim of the disaster...the water system?" Luo Chen said again in shock.

This time, Wu Ku was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground. He looked at Luo Chen in disbelief. Is this man really a god? How come he knows everything!

Luo Chen ignored Wu Ku's surprise. In his eyes, Wu Ku was just a small character. Even if he was also a victim of a disaster, he was born with a soul seed and was strong or weak.

In his eyes, Wu Ku's talent was far inferior to Qin Yu'er.

However, his talent cannot be wasted.

"Well, if you are about to die, you can call my name."

After Luo Chen said this, no matter whether Wu Ku thought about it or not, the Silver Dome Master spread his wings and flew high, a tornado struck, and he carried Luo Chen and flew towards Bo City.