Ordinary mage of full-time mage

Chapter 134 Chapter 135

After all, Fang Gu had already drawn the star map, and soon the dark red powerful skeleton appeared in front of everyone, and he looked around blankly.

"Fang Tu, the water from Kunjing can save the people in this city, and they might melt you..." Fang Gu said to the skeleton, although his tone was calm, everyone could hear the reluctance in Fang Gu's words.

"It's not necessary, alas, it seems that doom is inevitable." Han Ji only glanced at the dark red skull, and his whole body seemed to have suffered a blow from the soul, muttering to himself like an old man who was delirious, " Doom is doomed, doom is doomed..."

Even if the dark red skull is smelted, the water from Kunjing cannot be extracted. The Nine Nether Dew cannot be dissolved, and this city shrouded in a golden barrier will be devastated regardless of day or night!
"By the way, Brother Fan, isn't the Holy Earth Spring in your hands?" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said to Mo Fan.

When Zhang Xiaohou asked such a question, Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, immediately brightened his eyes, and rushed to ask, "Is it the holy spring of Bocheng?"

"Yes, the holy spring of Bocheng!" At this moment, a gray-white man with his face covered slowly came out, and those bright eyes were staring at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked him up and down, but he didn't know who he was.

"Yes, but the situation is the same as Fang Gu." Mo Fan replied truthfully.

In the earlier days, Mo Fan might be able to barely get some holy springs from the small loach pendant, thinking that it was the case when the Black Holy See seduced the devil, but now the Styx has already formed in the small loach pendant , It is impossible to extract the holy spring again.

"I don't understand, why do you mention the holy spring?" Mo Fan couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Fan, in fact, our Bo City and Weiju Village have the same ancestor a long time ago." At this moment, Zhang Xiaohou spoke.

"This sentence is not appropriate. In fact, Bo City is a branch of a dangerous village that once moved to the south. After thousands of years of reproduction, it gradually became a small southern city. The dangerous village is isolated from the world, so it has been living for a long time It has always maintained the form of a village..." the gray-white mysterious man added.

"It's all happened thousands of years ago. We are all descendants of Yan and Huang. In fact, it has nothing to do with Dangerous Village." Mo Fan said.

"You guys in Bo City have mixed too many bloodlines, plus there are countless outsiders. It's hard to say how many of them can preserve the bloodlines of that old ancestor, but one thing can prove that Bocheng and the once dangerous village are the same. It belongs to the same line, that is, the holy spring that Bocheng people have guarded for generations is actually the water of Kunjing." Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, said at this time.

Holy Spring!
The water of Kunjing!

That's right, the real controller of Bo City has guarded the holy spring for generations, which seems to be the so-called ancestral precept, which is completely consistent with Dangerous Village's protection of the Kunjing water!

Mo Fan slapped his forehead, why didn't he think of this level! !

And this also explains why the Black Holy See wants to get the Holy Spring, and why it is so stubborn on itself!

The holy spring that has been guarded by Bocheng for generations.

The people of Bo are descendants of an ancient king who migrated south.

The Black Vatican is deliberately trying to obtain the Holy Spring.

The water from the Kunjing well and the teachings of the ancestors in the dangerous village.

The Fountain of Rage and the Dew of the Nine Serenities!
The holy spring of the earth and the water of Kunjing...

It turned out that all the things had been presented in front of me, but I just didn't connect them! !

Little loach, quickly spit out the holy spring, you are in for a big event! !

……

The result is still the same, Mo Fan’s holy spring has long been smelted into the food of the little loach, and it happened a long time ago, if Fanggu’s skeleton can’t be smelted, even if the little loach is melted, it’s impossible to squeeze out a drop of spring water coming.

Mo Fan also wants to resolve this catastrophe, but everything is too unfortunate, as Han Ji said, there is no escape!

"It seems that our plan will be difficult to implement. The ancient king will wake up eventually, and everything will be wiped out." Han Ji seemed to have expected this result, and said with pale eyes.

"There is still hope, if we can find the tomb of the ancient king." The mysterious gray-white man has no intention of giving up.

"It has been two thousand years from Qin to the present, and who has really found his imperial tomb? However, I think we will find out soon, he will wake up, and this city will become a place for him to rule everything again. The country of the dead!" Han Ji said.

"President, we have dug out the location of the imperial mausoleum from the memory of Hujin Chief Deacon Mu He!" At this moment, Leng Qing ran in and said.

"Mu He...Mu...He..." After hearing the name Mu He, Zhang Xiaohou trembled violently, and immediately there was a burst of pain in his head that almost split open!Clutching his head with his hands, he lay on the ground in pain!
Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, had a flash in his eyes, seeing that Zhang Xiaohou was suddenly in extreme pain, and his face suddenly revealed a look of astonishment.

Han Ji stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and quickly tore off his sleeve!

In an instant, a black centipede-like mark lay on Zhang Xiaohou's arm, almost as if inlaid in the flesh, looking extremely ferocious.

"Forget the worm!!"

Han Ji exclaimed!
Su Xiaoluo and Mo Fan were also stunned. There was such a black centipede in Zhang Xiaohou's body. They didn't notice it at all. What a terrible thing to be in the body!
Zhang Xiaohou looked very painful, bleeding from biting his lips.

At this time, Han Ji's body glowed with a milky white brilliance, and he could see a healing fairy butterfly with extremely plump wings fluttering at his withered fingertips. Entering Zhang Xiaohou's body, collided with that astonishing black poisonous centipede.

Zhang Xiaohou's skin was almost transparent, a poisonous thread like worm silk stretched from his wrist to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, and finally entered the back of his head...

"It turned out to be Wang Chong. No wonder he couldn't remember what happened at that time. This Wang Chong is a kind of psychic bug that devours important memories deep in people's hearts. If the person who was planted with Wang Chong someday Being able to remember everything that happened means that the time for his death has arrived!" The mysterious gray-white man said hastily.

"The memory of Xiaohou is restored..." Su Xiaoluo looked at him in horror.

"The more complete the recovery, the closer the death. Most of the healing medicines you give him have something that inhibits the growth of this worm, otherwise the poisonous worm would have killed him. This is the vicious mixture of the soul system and the curse system Fa!" Han Ji gasped.

Zhang Xiaohou was in extreme pain, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, his veins and blood vessels were about to explode from his skin.

(End of this chapter)