Versatile Mage's Immortal Flame

Chapter 126 Mo Fan Lin Ran vs. Mountain Corpse

Despair was spreading, and the tall and terrifying corpse of the mountain slapped a court mage on the barrier. The golden barrier shook violently, and the court mage's blood splashed everywhere.

"Buzz!!!!" The golden barrier roared, seemingly overwhelmed.

Is there anyone to save them? A woman desperately hugged the child next to her. She knew that the mages had tried their best. If other super-levels died in battle, they would definitely be transformed into undead, and they would also be extremely powerful undead. For example,

They have no hope of living, so at least they hope that the mages who delayed the corpse of the mountain before will not die.

The woman began to cry softly. It was clear that there were still many things that she had not done. She had not taken her children to school, she had not taken her children to an amusement park... there were too many things that had not been done.

The woman raised her head in despair. She saw the huge corpse claws of the mountain corpse falling down. This time the golden barrier should collapse...

"Damn it!" Zhu Meng said with a pale face, covering his chest. Most of the super mages here were seriously injured by the corpse of the mountain. If they hadn't cooperated well, they might have died long ago. Now their magic

There is not much energy left, can we only watch the corpse claws fall?

Everyone even saw cracks appearing in the space, which showed the terrifying power of the corpse claws.

Just when the claws of the corpse were about to fall, a demon-like figure appeared. The next second, golden light appeared, and gorgeous light wings appeared. The light wings were pure and beautiful. Zhu Meng saw Lin Ran's hand coming into contact with a small elf.

, and then the two merged, and a dazzling light appeared for a moment.

Zhu Meng squinted his eyes, and the demonic figure punched the corpse of the mountain. This was not a simple punch, but a punch that also tore apart the space. The thunder that annihilated everything was mixed with the flames that could burn everything.

fist.

This Fist of Oblivion knocked the Mountain Corpse away with one punch, and the Mountain Corpse's huge body even knocked down a large mountain.

But the attack is not over yet.

The golden figure raised his hand, and in an instant, a brilliant sword rain of light appeared, the scope of which was so large that it was unbelievable.

Under the rain of golden swords, the undead died almost instantly, and they had no ability to resist at all.

Angels and demons are really a strange combination. Logically speaking, demons and angels should be enemies, but now they join forces to fight against the corpse of the mountain.

When the corpse of the mountain saw a large number of dead souls, it roared angrily and the space shook wildly.

As if it could break at any time.

Lin Ran looked at Zhu Meng and others, and then realized that they were all seriously injured.

Lin Ran sighed, and the golden light condensed into a lightsaber.

Lin Ran said: "The next battle will only be between the two of us."

"Kill it." Mo Fan growled, and then rushed out in an instant.

Mo Fan's speed is so fast that most people can't catch him.

Mo Fan condensed thunder and flames to form huge wolf claws.

The flaming thunder wolf claws swung towards the corpse on the mountain peak.

Facing the earth-shattering blow from the demon Mo Fan, the corpse of the mountain did not take it lightly. Its huge corpse claws were filled with black energy, and then it shot towards the demon in an instant.

"Bang!!!" The Flame Thunder Wolf Claw was defeated.

Mo Fan's body was also knocked away.

Mo Fan's body crossed the battlefield and hit the golden barrier, which was shattered.

Mo Fan's body also hit the block, but no one was killed.

Mo Fan stood up slowly. There were scars on his body, but he recovered quickly.

Mo Fan looked at Lin Ran. At this time, Lin Ran was raising his arms, and then a lightsaber fell down in an instant.

The corpse of the mountain shattered the lightsaber with its corpse claws glowing with black energy.

Mo Fan exhaled, this mountain corpse was several times more powerful than the Silver Dome Lord.

But the next second, Mo Fan saw a surprising scene, because Lin Ran used the power of space to smash the mountain corpse down, and Mo Fan even saw the earth collapsing and shattering.

Mo Fan did not continue to look. He slightly bent his legs and then suddenly jumped up.

"boom!!!"

The ordinary people around Mo Fan looked at the broken ground in surprise. The ground was broken into such large pieces, which shows how terrifying the demon Mo Fan's jumping ability is.

The corpse on the mountain roared, then opened its mouth and a terrifying torrent of darkness spewed out.

Lin Ran was knocked away instantly.

Lin Ran was able to block the blow, but was pushed to the bell tower by the impact.

Lin Ran's body collapsed a corner of the bell tower.

Zhu Meng and others looked at Lin Ran in surprise.

Lin Ran was too holy now, with gorgeous wings of light, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a holy aura.

Lin Ran fanned the light wings and flew into the sky. He had no time to say anything to Zhu Meng and the others.

Lin Ran looked at the ground, and there were gradually more and more undead. Now there was no barrier protection, and the magician obviously couldn't stop so many undead. People in the city were in danger, but if Lin Ran didn't help Mo Fan, he would probably

Mo Fan is going to be suppressed to death.

Lin Ran raised his hand and the flame dragon appeared in an instant. Lin Ran said: "Prevent the undead from approaching the city."

The Flame Dragon nodded and smashed towards the undead group on the ground. The current Flame Dragon has swallowed the Lotus of Eternal Life and completed its evolution. Now it has power that is comparable to that of an ordinary monarch, and what it is best at is range.

Attack, so there is no problem in handing these undead to the flame dragon. It can very well prevent the undead from approaching.

Seeing the flame dragon's killing spree, Lin Ran fanned his light wings and knocked the mountain corpse away in an instant.

Mo Fan lay in a big pit and said: "I was almost smashed into a pulp..."

Mo Fan's tone was very resentful, but he also understood that it is indeed difficult for one person to fight against the corpse of the mountain.

The corpse of the mountain peak that was knocked away was angry. Although it felt that Lin Ran had a very familiar feeling on his body, it became angry after being attacked by Lin Ran. Even though Lin Ran might be the heir to the king, if he was killed by it,

Then it can only mean that the king's heir is nothing more than this.

What's more, death is just the beginning for the undead!

The Mountain Corpse stood firm and looked at Lin Ran and Mo Fan. Two ant-like things actually embarrassed it, which was unacceptable to it.

It roars, it roars.

Lin Ran raised his hand and waved a shock wave of holy light towards the corpse on the mountain peak in an instant.

Mo Fan was also not idle, he bounced and quickly approached the corpse on the mountain.

The mountain corpse blocked Lin Ran's attack with its corpse claws filled with black energy.

At this time, Mo Fan took the opportunity to make a sneak attack. He merged with the Little Flame Fairy, and the flame demon appeared in an instant.

Mo Fan carried the scorching flames towards the corpse on the mountain peak.

The Corpse of the Mountain Peak is truly an undead soul that has experienced hundreds of battles. It used its other corpse claw to block Mo Fan's attack.

…

The Bridge of Nine Deaths began to collapse rapidly, and the pieces of ancient jade instantly turned into countless pieces and fell into the black abyss, and then were cut into pieces by the black wind.

There is only one real bridge left, which is the road leading to the altar of the mausoleum.

The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a signpost floating in the cold, eternal, dark universe.

The altar is in the shape of an ice cap, and the stone steps below it are huge, even much higher than a human being. The steps don't look like they are for people to climb at all, as if they are for gods and giants.

Looking at the altar from a distance, one can still see red silk hanging down from the altar, bunches one after another, distributed at the corners of the giant steps at each level. Only when people got closer did they realize that the red silk hanging down was not silk at all.

, but a waterfall of blood that is thick enough to a certain extent and is falling.

At the edge is the dragon's skull. The blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth, and then falls down high. You can even hear the same rumbling sound as the waterfall.

Zhang Xiaohou still remembers that there seemed to be a water-spitting dragon like this on the eaves of the museum in the inner city. However, the dragon in the museum was drained by the eaves. It is beautiful and spectacular when it rains. But the dragon spitting water on this altar is really creepy.

, I don’t know if the blood liquid is just red liquid, or if it is real blood... The blood that has been able to flow for more than two thousand years is scary.

Continue walking up the long stone staircase, and then the altar begins to shrink in levels. The stairs get narrower as you go up, and soon it reaches the point where people can step across it in one step.

"Now you can see the top of the altar. It should be the Blood Throne mentioned by Fang Gu." At this time, Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her pale little face showed a bit of joy.

After a lot of hard work, they finally arrived here!

Hope it's not too late!

So many people's lives, although this altar looks very scary, still floating in the endless darkness, but when I think of millions of people trapped in the dead city and about to become the grand ceremony of the Black Church Salan, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire,

Gotta try it out.

"We're here, we're here." Su Xiaoluo was the first to climb the last step, and she excitedly said to Zhang Xiaohou behind her.

Zhang Xiaohou also stepped forward slightly tiredly. He looked towards the top of the altar which was full of white jade, and then he saw a huge jadeite in the center!

This jadeite is red and crystal clear, with flying edges and corners. It looks like countless swords inserted upside down to form an awe-inspiring king's throne...

This should be the Blood Throne!

Then the person on the Blood Throne must be the ancient king - Ying Zheng!

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath, then stepped forward.

There is a person sitting on the Blood Throne now, but I don’t know whether he is dead or alive. He is wearing a black armor. This armor is obviously a long-standing thing, but it still reflects the cold light, and you can even see the armor reflecting the positive light.

He was timid and a bit humble when he approached!

The person on the Blood Throne just sat there, holding his cheek with one hand and leaning slightly. The shadow cast by the edge of his helmet just hid his face. They could only see him slightly with the light of the altar fire.

The sharp chin and the evil corners of the mouth!

He seemed to be taking a nap or thinking, but he definitely didn't look like a dead person!!

Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was covered with sweat at this time. He had no idea that a king who had been dead for more than two thousand years would bring him such a huge sense of oppression. In Zhang Xiaohou's mind at this time, it seemed that this guy would stand up at any time and use

His haunting eyes stared straight at him, and by then he might not even be able to stand!

"I'm surprised..."

Suddenly, the man sitting on the throne spoke!

Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo were all shocked, their scalps seemed to explode.

"How did you get out of death's door?" The voice sounded again, and he slowly raised his chin.

The firelight gradually dispersed the shadows on his face, and a familiar face with gray temples was revealed. Its wide lips were dark purple, and the purple lines extended to the side of his cheek, making his mouth look even more ghostly.

!

"How...how could it be you!" Su Xinluo was the first to make a startled cry.

This face is not unfamiliar to them, because he is Fang Gu who walked alone on one of the bridges!

Zhang Xiaohou was also shocked now.

He can't tell whether the person in front of him is the ancient king Ying Zheng or Fang Gu who has gone in the right direction. Now his whole temperament is different!

"What on earth is going on? Why are you sitting here??" Zhang Xiaohou said in disbelief.

"Why can't I just sit here??" Fang Gu suddenly laughed.

"Where is the Ancient King?" Su Xiaoluo asked hurriedly at this time.

"I am." Fang Gu said calmly.

"You are Fang Gu."

"It's no longer the case now. Everything is as I guessed. The real ancient king has long since disappeared in the years. What is left is only an armor robe glued to his skin and the command to the kingdom of the undead."

The Blood Throne." Fang Gu stood up, and the armor on his body made a sharp metallic sound for an instant.

"What does this mean?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"That is to say, whoever arrives here first will inherit everything from the ancient king. His white palace, the kingdom of the undead he created, his endless magic power, and his unparalleled wisdom..." Fang Gu's voice

There was also a trace of strange metallic sound, and then it echoed on the top of the empty altar.

"Then why are you still sitting here? Let the undead army retreat quickly, let the corpses on the mountain leave, and stop the spatial drift of the evil abyss immediately." Su Xiaoluo said hurriedly.

When Fang Gu heard Su Xiaoluo's words, he immediately laughed.

His laughter was extremely strange. It was obviously a sound coming from his throat, but it made people feel like there was something else hiding in his skin, making the sound on his behalf.

"Why are you laughing?" Su Xiaoluo said angrily at this time.

Zhang Xiaohou suddenly pulled Su Xiaoluo and motioned for her to come behind him.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohou's extremely serious expression, Su Xiaoluo seemed to understand something, and then gradually took a few steps back.

"It's really ridiculous. My soldiers, my generals and my princes want to help me get back my capital. Why should I stop them??" Fang Gu's laughter rumbled.

Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo both began to retreat slowly.

Now they can no longer tell whether it is Fang Gu who put on the armor, or the ancient king who was resurrected through Fang Gu's body - Ying Zheng, whether it is his terrifying appearance that is beyond recognition, or the strange and strange sounds he emits.

The sounds all indicate that the thing in front of me is definitely not a kind person!

"Is he still Fang Gu??" Su Xiaoluo asked in a low voice.

"Probably not!"

(End of chapter)