Versatile Mage: I Awakened Nine Stars

Chapter 253 Heavenly Ghost
Above the clouds, the battle between the Ancient King and Laguel continues.

The sky was gradually getting dark.

When night falls, this already raging tide of undead will become even more rampant.

I have no idea what the situation is like in the Shayuan.

Han Ji was worried.

Even if it's just doing something.

But now, facing the tide of undead, he is as small as a drop in the ocean.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

"Report, the inner city barrier has consumed too much energy and can't hold out for much longer!"

The Royal Guard Mage shouted anxiously.

Another piece of bad news, but Han Ji was already numb.

A breeze condensed and casually threw a couple who were about to be devoured by the undead into the inner city.

Han Ji said sternly: "How many magic stones are left in stock? Use them all."

"There are none left," the Royal Guard Mage said bitterly, "The Black Church has stolen all the remaining magic stones."

Han Ji wanted to be angry, but in the end, he just sighed and waved his hand to let him go.

Zu Guangyao was right. He realized it too late. The Black Church had already infiltrated the ancient capital like a sieve, but he still didn't notice.

"Old Han, stop wasting your magic energy and come back soon!"

In the distance, Li Yujian shouted loudly.

There are several undead lords outside the city, watching covetously.

These super-class mages must save every bit of magic energy.

"I see." Han Ji's voice was a little tired: "How are the people who were called out for help?"

Due to the rampage of the undead and the interference of dark magic energy throughout the city, the electromagnetic signals of the ancient capital have all failed.

Even the fastest phone or online call for help would require reaching a city hundreds of kilometers away.

Li Yujian shook his head and said, "Those Undead Lords are stationed in all directions, and our people can't break out."

Han Ji said angrily: "Didn't we give them the water from Kunjing?"

"The wisdom of the undead monarchs is no less than that of humans. The water from Kunjing has no effect on them."

……

On the bridge of life and death, Ding Yumian looked at the stone platform disappearing behind him thoughtfully.

At this moment, there is only this stone bridge and endless darkness between heaven and earth.

The world is silent, so silent that I can hear my own heartbeat.

The power of the soul spread out, but gained nothing, as if it was in a boundless world.

There was nothing, the world was empty, and she was the only one in the world.

This feeling made Ding Yumian feel familiar.

For some reason, she thought of the year when Xu Shen's soul was reborn.

Occasionally she would enter his dreams.

It is clearly a small town with lush grass and looks like a fairyland.

But the heart is drowning in endless darkness, accompanied by collapse and pain, numbness and despair.

"Lonely, lonely..."

Suddenly, a chilly wind blew in the boundless darkness, and a silver wall mirror appeared in the endless darkness and stood in front of her.

Ripples spread across the mirror.

Endless death energy condensed, and the bridge behind Ding Yumian was swallowed up.

She walked calmly into the mirror wall.

Inside the mirror wall is a lifeless little world.

The space vibrated, and a huge silver vortex appeared in the sky of the small world.

In the silver vortex, there were countless rotten corpses and skeletons bustling about, with hideous faces and shrill screams, running towards them, like a torrential rain of the dead.

"die……"

Ding Yumian chewed it carefully.

He was questioning his own soul, and also questioning this bridge where one could escape death.

Her heart was calm.

"spiritualism!"

Ding Yumian murmured, and a dark purple star track appeared in one go.

This is the undead magic unique to Shenzhou.

It can randomly summon undead creatures around it, and the quantity and quality of the summoned undead are closely related to the mage's soul cultivation.

Different from the dimensional summoning of the summoning system, the "daily-disposable" attribute of the necromancy of the undead system is more obvious.
When the magic energy is exhausted, these dead will continue to sleep underground, and one day in the future they will play the role of another necromancer's thugs to comfort their boring ghost lives.

The faint purple-black star spots spread out and fell bit by bit.

If you look closely, you will find that each of these star spots is an extremely mysterious and complex contract formation.

Whenever there was ghostly aura, these "rains of undead" would guard Ding Yumian like the most loyal guards.

However, this is not enough.

She opened the purple-black umbrella slowly and steadily.

Thousands of undead souls fought each other.

Suddenly, Ding Yumian let out a light exclamation.

This place where endless dead energy condensed seemed to give birth to a living being. So-called born towards death, this living being condensed from endless dead energy was also recorded in ancient books - a celestial ghost, born and raised by nature, possessing almost infinite potential, a spirit body that can only be encountered but not sought.

"Soul Binding Curse!"

Ding Yumian bit his finger and used the blood to draw a talisman in the air.

Fu Wenhua rushed into the silver vortex like a line of blood, the center of endless death energy.

That bit of spiritual awareness was captured accurately.

Now it was still a ball of black mist, which was pulled out by Ding Yumian's blood line as it floated in the cold wind.

Ding Yumian held it in his hands, like scooping up a handful of clear mountain spring water.

Ding Yumian felt its mood, which was a little confused, a little angry, and a little at a loss.

Newborn creatures do not know how to conceal themselves and reveal their purest and most innocent side.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Ding Yumian asked softly.

No matter whether it agrees or not.

In the void, a dark purple star map emitting black gas appeared.

"Edict!"

The star map turned into a noble purple air and rushed into the black fog.

Then, this ball of black fog suddenly began to frantically absorb the surrounding death energy.

As it absorbed more death energy, its misty shape gradually solidified and transformed into a naive little girl.

Looking at his appearance, his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Ding Yumian.

Ding Yumian patted the little guy's elastic butt and smiled: "When we get out, let your dad give you a name."

The little fellow giggled, curiously turned around the dark purple umbrella a few times, and then immersed himself in it.

The growth of the celestial ghost requires endless nourishment of death.

This little guy knows how to choose a place.

Ding Yumian probed his spiritual sense into the soul flag and smiled knowingly when he saw the little guy lying on his back and sleeping soundly.

In this small world, there is a silver vortex not far away.

Generally speaking, if there is an entrance to a small world, there must be an exit.

If he were a normal person, he would naturally find a way to leave through there.

But how could the ancient king design a formation with such a big flaw?

Ding Yumian just walked around there a few times and then came back.

If you really go in from there, if nothing unexpected happens, you will only enter the next similar small world.

Then, you will be trapped in the endless tide of the undead until your magic power is drained away and you become part of this rain of undead.

She held a purple umbrella and walked through this small world.

Every time a node is passed, one of the main souls in the soul flag must be stationed there until 81 nodes are passed.

This bridge formation of a life-or-death situation has at least hundreds of key points.

It is somewhat unrealistic to expect to find them all in a short period of time.

But only 81 of them were enough to break the formation.

She ordered.

81 main souls act together.

A huge roar echoed through the sky.

The silver vortex collapsed.

There was a strong shock wave burst out, mixed with the misty dust that dissipated from the rotten skeletons that were shattered in mid-air by the shock wave.

This world suddenly shattered into pieces like a mirror.

Suddenly, darkness returned to the world.

Ten bridges collapsed bit by bit.

Ding Yumian looked at the stone bridge under his feet whose cracks were gradually widening, and jumped lightly onto the cliff.

The villagers were dumbfounded.

To say that the formation was not broken.

All ten bridges collapsed.

It can be said that the formation was broken.

All ten bridges collapsed.

"Then here comes the question. The road ahead is blocked. How can we get to the Ancient King's Altar?"

Xu Shen scratched his head and asked the question that everyone was concerned about.

"Look"

Ding Yumian pointed to the road ahead. The space formation had been broken, and the seemingly dark and boundless other side finally revealed its true face, which was also a towering white palace.

"Rumble..."

A dull sound was heard, and a stone bridge several kilometers long, as if alive, slowly grew out from both ends of the cliff until it fitted together perfectly.

"So this is the correct way to open the Bridge of Death?!"

"Yumian, you did a great job!"

Xu Shen gave a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)