Versatile Mage

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Mo Fan left Lingling and Zhao Manyan in the northern Xinjiang, and he went to Xi'an, the ancient capital, alone.

After arriving at the Bell Tower Magic Association overnight, Mo Fan found the old Han, Han is studying some ancient things, and he saw that Mo Fan appeared to be amazed.

In the words, since the disaster, Mo Fan has never been to the ancient capital. The city has been rebuilding and has been reviving the original prosperity. The people here are also very strong and have no choice but to leave, but after all, what is missing? It still takes a long time to forget...

"What happened?" asked Han.

"You should always have a position in the calculation of Qi Yuan?" Mo Fan asked.

Ever since I learned that Lu Yuan was the entrance to the tomb of the ancient king, Han Mou sent people to pay attention to the space migration of Qi Yuan. Some things did not want to happen again.

"Well, there is a calculation." Han nodded.

"Where is it now?" Mo Fan asked seriously.

"wait."

Han Lian left for a while. It didn't take long for him to bring a thick record book. There was a scholar next to him. It seemed to be a scholar of the space department. He explained to Han Min on the side, and Han listened carefully.

"The next migration is just in the sunset time tomorrow, it is here..." Han said the map.

The calculation of the coordinates of Bian Yuan has always been controlled by Han, and he will not let anyone capture the law of the migration of the space of Bian Yuan. However, if Mo Fan asks, it is another matter.

"I will go there," Mofan said.

"Go to a trip?? You have to enter the 煞???? What do you do in the Yuanyuan?" Han asked a few questions in a single breath.

"There is something to be asked face to face, I am gone, well, closer to this city of Citrus, there is a plane sitting, it should be very fast." Mo Fan said.

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Mo Fan did not stay in the ancient capital for too long, and took a direct flight to the city of Kansai. The next space drift in the city will appear in the city about 200 kilometers away.

On the second day, Mo Fan arrived on this desolate and incomparable yellow land. Lu Yuan was one step ahead of Mo Fan. The tumultuous suffocation of the sky was the devil's coming. It was a normal person who would not step further into the depths.

There is no undead near the Yuanyuan, and the undead is no longer easily appearing on the land of the living. Mofan’s small figure has not entered the entrance to the dark furnace of hell, and it seems to have broken into another mystery. And a terrible world!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan stood on the edge of the Yuanyuan. He looked down and saw that it was still a corpse full of resentment, violentness, hunger, hatred, greed, and they slowly rotated with the Yuanyuan. Being mixed up is completely an endless pain.

Mo Fan has skipped it once, and knows that the brilliance of the small mud will protect himself from falling safely to the bottom, but the fear of this kind of face-to-face is really not wanting to experience the second time.

Close your eyes and your suffocation is not reduced.

Mo Fan jumped down and was dragged into the sea of ​​the dead body...

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Falling into the black space, Mo Fan went straight along the barren black earth. The sky above his head was still hundreds of millions of corpses. The black pressure formed a slow creeping cloud. The bodies were falling like rain. Wherever it is, it becomes a blood mud that will move on the beach and the beach.

Mo Fan continued to move forward and walked to the palace of the White Tomb. The mausoleum that stood alone for thousands of years did not change a bit, and still brought Mofan a suffocating coldness.

Into the bronze door, the evil eyes are still there!

Walking through the gallery, there was nothing to stop, and it was very smooth.

The eternal life of the demon is no longer there, and this doorless hall also does not cause any obstacles to Mo Fan.

Passing through the nine dead and a lifetime bridge, I chose a bridge at random. This bridge did not lead to the dead door. It guided Mo Fan directly to the **** altar to the **** throne...

Mo Fan himself has not been to this **** altar, this is his first time to step in, completely black, smooth to reflect his own figure, surrounded by a universe of darkness, cold, nothingness, eternal life...

The blood-colored altar is suspended in such a void. It may be slowly turning. People can't stand on it, and they can't tell what is right, what is next, and what is left and right.

On the throne of the **** color, a black helmet sits there, and it is empty, but it maintains a sitting position that is contemplative and sleepy, like a sculpture, but with a huge momentum like the majestic Mount Tai! !

"The chief instructor." Mo Fan looked at this black robes, and the mood seemed to be a little fluctuating.

"You are not my son." The voice was thick and sturdy with the original tone, and the black robes were empty, but they had a pair of eyes.

"I may not be an authentic Bocheng, but I am your student." Mo Fan said.

The ancient king did not answer.

Mo Fan knows that the "person" in this black helmet is not exactly the cruel, great king, but also the memory and soul of the chief instructor who swears to defend Bocheng.

He went to Tianshan, and he rescued Qin Yuer, which is enough to prove that this is the hollow that he knows.

Moreover, on the bridge of the nine deaths, Mo Fan did not step into the dead door, which also shows that he has a trace of kindness to himself.

"A small town in northern Xinjiang was ransacked by the undead. The people in the town died and turned into undead... Is this what your men do?" Mo Fan asked.

The "person" in front of him is the king of the undead empire. Perhaps he did not even think of the silence of the Han Dynasty. Mo Fan once again stepped into the Yuanyuan but asked him to face it!

Compared to many disasters, the death of a small town is indeed a bit insignificant, but in Mofan's view this is far more serious than any disaster...

Once this is done by the undead in the ancient capital, it means that the pattern of the undead is once again broken, and the undead will no longer inhabit the tomb. They will once again invade the land of the living, which means that the ancient king will be the world of the king. Declare war and bring the living into the abyss of death!

This is what Mo Fan doesn't want to see anyway!

If the answer given by the ancient king is: Yes!

Then Mo Fan will also declare war with the ancient king here, even if there is a person who is most respected in it, Mo Fan will also kill the dead man in the identity of a living person!

"No," the ancient king replied.

Mofan’s faceless expression finally had a little look of the past, and he was relieved.

He is actually afraid of his heart. He is afraid that the other party’s answer is affirmative. He must swear by the scalp and say that he must be transformed into a demon here... In fact, Mo Fan does not have a little bit of control, even if it is an incarnation of the devil, himself. It is also definitely not the opponent of this dead king!

"She wants to see you, no matter what you look like." Mo Fan said.

Qin Yuer returned to her life, but she was waiting alone. Mu Ningxue often went to see her and talked to her. It can be seen...

The face of the ancient king slowly emerged in the empty helmet, which is a hollow face, but its skin is gray, transparent can see the black and dense blood vessels on the face.

But very quickly, his face was hidden in the empty helmet, leaving only a pair of eyes that were indifferent to everything.

Gradually, his eyes disappeared, and there was only one black robes on the throne of the **** color that remained in a sitting position, lifeless, but majestic!

"The chief instructor..." Mo Fan called again, and the mood seemed a bit messy.

Without any answer, Mofan’s own voice was echoed in the entire **** altar.

"Thank you for teaching me a lot of things." Mo Fan took a step back and went to this black helmet to perform a mage military ceremony when he was practicing in Xuefeng Mountain. "I told Zhang Xiaohou that everyone has the same heart." A person who can be a spiritual pillar, he will not be in a mess even if the great difficulties are coming. If the sky falls down, he can still have his heart to collapse. Zhang Xiaohou said that such a person in his heart is me. He asked me if there is such a person in my heart, I can't answer it."

There is still no movement in the black robes, and Mo Fan is completely like talking to himself.

After the sound gradually calmed down, Mo Fan laughed and laughed: "In fact, I lied to him. Many times, I played the role of being powerless and shivering."