Versatile Mage: Ice Soul

Chapter 192 Lost
"What if she dies, I mean what if." Ye Baiqiu said to himself.

He is asking about his own heart, and then comparing other results to make a choice.

In fact, Ye Baiqiu really hopes that his mother can live, so that there is still a glimmer of hope...

After all, he still longs for Salan to return to the person she once was. It was she who brought me into this world, and it was she who made me feel family affection.

But now Ye Baiqiu no longer dares to have extravagant thoughts. He is afraid that millions of people in the ancient capital will be killed because of his selfishness.

The deep purple alert is an early warning signal of a world-ending disaster, and many mages will be sacrificed.

As a warrior who once stood on top of the world, Ye Baiqiu has naturally seen his life wither.

Just because you have seen it doesn’t mean you are willing to let millions of living people go to hell with you.

At this moment, he was confused. On one side were millions of living beings, and on the other were his loved ones.

"Brother, wake up!!"

Astraea called anxiously, please don't let anything happen to your brother.

Ye Baiqiu's thoughts were suddenly pulled back from the whirlpool, and cold sweat fell on his forehead.

It was so dangerous, it was just so dangerous, and my martial spirit was almost broken.

"Be still and concentrate, and everything will be unified."

After Ye Baiqiu woke up, he first calmed down.

The Taoist heart was unstable, which caused the martial arts intention to waver. Fortunately, the girl interrupted in time.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?" Ye Baiqiu asked after calming down.

"Do we want to help her?" Astraea hesitated and asked.

She also just learned that Salan was placed under house arrest by the Imperial Guard Mage Group in the ancient capital.

"No, let's wait and see what happens." After a moment of silence, Ye Baiqiu said slowly.

Although his thoughts were interrupted just now, he still got the so-called answer.

"Okay." Originally, Astraea wanted to persuade him not to save Sa Long.

Unexpectedly, Ye Baiqiu had already decisively made this most difficult choice.

"I can't let the millions of people in the ancient capital fall into a desperate situation for her sake."

At this time, Ye Baiqiu became extremely sober.

If she was really killed, he would just pretend that he had never seen his mother again.

After all, the guilt of one person's death is far easier than the death of millions of people.

If her death can prevent the disaster of annihilation, I will only let go of my thoughts about her. This is a choice of family love and justice.

But if the character was replaced by a younger sister, Ye Baiqiu would not be able to let her be killed. At that time, he would definitely help the evildoer.

My mother has disappeared, and I only have Xinxia as a relative, which is really indispensable.

If one day she disappears, he will really go crazy, and then he will be lost.

Unless Ding Yumian happened to be by Ye Baiqiu's side at that time and could comfort him in time.

Now in this world, only Ye Xinxia and Ding Yumian can make Ye Baiqiu put down his disguise.
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On the other side, Mo Fan has made an appointment with the people from the Black Church to meet at the Ancient Capital Museum.

What is surprising is that Hujin Archdeacon Mu He came here in person to meet with Mo Fan.

"Mo Fan, long time no see. How is your father, Mo Jiaxing??" A voice came from behind Mo Fan.

"My dad is living a good life now and has too much money to spend..." Mo Fan replied calmly.

"Haha, you are so smart to see through me, what else am I hiding..." Mu He grinned, with no intention of hiding it at all.

"In the past, I would have had countless ways to kill you." Mu He continued.

"I don't think you would do that," Mo Fan said.

"Yes, that will definitely make the Judgment Mage hiding in the dark doubt me. As for why I let you come to the top of the hall, it is to let you accompany me to enjoy this beautiful scenery!" Mu He opened his hands and said, Looking extremely enjoying it.

Mo Fan felt goosebumps all over his body after hearing Mu He's description!
"In fact, even if I know that you will cause us obstacles, I will still do my duty as Mu He and will not touch you in the slightest. You must know that in this magnificent ceremony, you still play an insignificant role. ." Mu He continued.

"Are you so sure that I don't have the Holy Spring?" Mo Fan sneered.

"It's getting dark, and your ground holy spring can only be kept until dawn tomorrow. Do you think this city can really survive tonight?" Mu He asked back.

Mo Fan looked at the sky and his heart sank with the approaching dusk.

But, why did Mu He say that the city won't survive tonight?
After all, the safety barrier condenses the power of countless magicians.

Even if the undead monarch attacks, this golden barrier can still hold on for a few days!
"You lured me out because you wanted to know who Sa Lang really is. In fact, I just need you to help me connect with you when I come to see you this time." Mu He said slowly.

"Do you think I will help you?" Mo Fan said.

"That's up to you, you let Mu Bai pass the message to me, and I just want you to help me pass the message to the old man Han Ji. Oh, I bet you don't have the matter of the holy spring, not to mention what I said just now, when it gets dark , the Holy Spring will be useless, and this city won't survive the next dawn." Mu He said.

A cold wind mixed with rain hit Mo Fan, making Mo Fan feel like Mu He.Mu He's words made Mo Fan feel sad.

"You want to rescue Sa Long?" Mo Fan asked coldly.

"You are quite smart. Yes, we have to rescue Master Salan... Otherwise, when Master Salan dies, it will not be just a few innocent high-level officials who will be buried with him, but the entire city of millions of people. These people will never survive. A dawn!" Mu He's voice was as cold as a strong wind.

A city of millions of people was buried! !
The moment he said these words, Mo Fan's heart was already shaking violently.

I don't know why, but he believes that the Black Holy See can really do it! !
"Do you think Han Ji will be willing to talk? You have slaughtered so many people, why should they believe the conditions you gave?" Mo Fan said.

"They will believe it, because I will tell you the location of King Qin's Mausoleum..." Mu He said confidently.

Mu He saw the same disdainful smile on his face, and without waiting for Mo Fan's reply, he continued: "Mo Fan, in this historic ceremony, you are just playing the role of a messenger. Character, you have no choice, just send me a message honestly, otherwise this last glimmer of hope will be ruined in your hands!"

Mu He's tone was commanding, as if everything was under his control.

Mo Fan was not stubborn, after all, the hostage they were holding was indeed too huge!
More importantly, the bargaining chip they threw was the location of the ancient royal tomb!
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Under the giant clock of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Ye Baiqiu, Mo Fan, Han Ji, the gray and white mysterious man, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhou Min, Mu Bai, Fang Gu and others were all standing here.

In addition, the Chief of Guards Wang Qi, Chief Judge Shi Zheng, Military Chief Yaoting, and Hunter Alliance Elder Chu Jia also gathered under the giant bell.

The guard mages were dressed in purple clothes, standing in rows, majestic and majestic.

The guard mages all obeyed Han Ji's orders, so it is Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, who now controls the power of the largest magic army.

Lu Huan, the chief guard, did not show up. He needs to stick to his post, after all, Lord Skeletal Shake is already attacking the golden barrier.

In fact, the corpse of the mountain is also approaching, and it will soon reach the restricted area.

And once the corpse of the mountain approached, the decapitation plan would also be implemented, and all those high-level people under house arrest would also die.

"He's here. He's so arrogant. He's actually wearing a blue deacon's windbreaker!!" The presiding judge Shi Zheng looked down and saw a man wearing a blue rain-proof leather windbreaker walking slowly from the tall bell tower. Come up.

He is all alone.

But everyone knows that he holds the lives of millions of people in his hands!

Mu He came as promised, he didn't even wear a mask.

"Zhang Xiaohou brought it?" Mu He walked in front of everyone, with a mocking smile on his face.

Zhang Xiaohou was right next to Han Ji, and the white man from the mysterious society also stared at Mu He coldly.

Perhaps they all felt that this scene was really ridiculous, as a heinous sinner was clearly right in front of them.

But they couldn't execute him immediately, and they even had to negotiate with the people of the Black Church.

Mu He glanced at Zhang Xiaohou and then said: "He was eaten by my Wang Chong and part of his memory was eaten. Hmm! How is that possible?"

He found that Zhang Xiaohou no longer had the black energy belonging to Wang Chong.

"These little tricks of yours have been removed by me..." Ye Baiqiu said indifferently.

"It turns out it's you!" Mu He was a little shocked when he saw Ye Baiqiu in white.

dWhy did this person break into Yuansha and still come out alive? Are the undead inside also useless?
"Tell me your story." Han Ji said coldly.

"I will tell you the location of Ying Zheng's mausoleum. You can ask Zhang Xiaohou to verify the right and wrong, and judge whether what I said is true or false. Of course, the premise of all this is that you bring several innocent congressmen, elders and military officers Let me go." Mu He said pitifully.

The Black Church wants Sa Long alive.

The bargaining chip they threw was the location of the imperial mausoleum, and the truly terrifying thing about this catastrophe was not that the undead could come out to do evil during the day, but that Ying Zheng, the originator of the undead, would completely wake up, and the eight undead monarchs would also wake up from their slumber... …

This is a glimmer of hope. If the tomb of King Qin can be found and Ying Zheng's resurrection can be prevented, this ocean of undead will fade away!
"Let go!" Han Ji gave the order coldly.

A team of guard mages took the lead in escorting Councilor Zhu Meng out of house arrest. Zhu Meng seemed relatively calm, but felt anxious when he knew that the Supreme Magic Association was planning to kill Sa Long with a decapitation plan and that he would be the one buried there. A bit disappointed.

The Imperial Guard Mage lifted the restraints on Councilor Zhu Meng, and Zhu Meng straightened his somewhat messy beard, looked helplessly at Mo Fan standing aside, and said: "I never thought you saved my life. "

"It's not easy for everyone to die," Mo Fan said.

"Sigh, I never thought that our Magic Association would be forced to such a point." Zhu Meng sighed, and his whole body has experienced a lot of vicissitudes.

"Saving people is much more difficult than killing people," Mo Fan said.

Zhu Meng was stunned for a moment, and then showed a wry smile.

Following Zhu Meng's release, other high-level officials were also released one by one.

Han Ji didn't release people randomly, but put the most suspected ones behind.

When Du Xiao was also lifted from the restraint and walked slowly in front of the crowd, Han Ji waved his hand to signal to stop the release.

"You can say it now." Han Ji's words seemed to be filled with murderous intent.

As the president of the Magic Association, he bears the greatest responsibility for the catastrophe in the entire ancient capital. If the location of the mausoleum was not really related to the lives of millions of people still alive, he would have cut Mu He into thousands of pieces!
Mu He didn't panic at all. He strolled to the edge of the terrace and stood in front of the gray and white stone railing.

　Simple and excessive plot

　　
　
(End of this chapter)