Versatile Mage: Demon Mage

Chapter 157 Solving the problem

"No, no, no..." Jiang Shaoxu waved her hands quickly. As a veteran in thinking, she understood many words immediately.

Nan Jue looked at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, stop chatting, Wang Teng, tell me what you found inside." Ai Jiangtu interrupted the atmosphere and immediately changed the topic to serious matters.

"It's a bloody story. There was a monk named Nanami in Yanming Temple who couldn't stand the loneliness and went down the mountain to find a woman. However, he was discovered by someone. The man directly slandered a woman named Miyata and Sora Nara, who was also a monk. "

"In the end, everyone believed it. The two people couldn't prove it themselves, or no one believed it after they testified. Miyata was forced to commit suicide. Narahara Sora also died behind Manyei Mountain, but he carved something."

"It is estimated that the two of them have become demon spirits now, and judging from this incident, Narahara Sora will definitely not let go of those who have slandered them."

Wang Teng shook his head and said, sighing slightly. It is said that the world is the epitome of desire. Everyone sinks in their own desires and arises all kinds of evil thoughts. Only in this way can the Five Turbid Hells be born.

"What about Zhao Manyan?" Ai Jiangtu continued to ask.

"I couldn't find it~ Who knows where it was hidden by these two demon spirits."

"You can ask the monks nearby. They must know about this. Judging from the memory screen, they are all here."

Everyone rushed towards the mountain, but when they got there, there were waves of wailing sounds from the mountain, and all the monks knelt on the ground.

"Narahara Sora!" Mo Fan looked at a location and shouted angrily.

Ai Jiangtu looked at him with a serious face. He couldn't joke at this time. What if he took action and accidentally killed Zhao Manyan?

"Hmm~" Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, and he agreed bravely. Who made him feel guilty? It was probably him who caused Lao Zhao's accident.

"Let's go back first!" Ai Jiangtu looked at Wang Teng and felt something was wrong. The other person's mental power seemed to have become much stronger just now, but he didn't say much.

The four of them quickly returned to the wing, where the late night crowd was sitting, waiting for the progress of the matter.

Combined with Ai Jiangtu's explanation just now, he probably guessed the other party's purpose.

Many people had their eyes gouged out or their hands chopped off.

After Ai Jiangtu walked into the wing room, he told them all the information they had found out.

Wang Teng patted his butt and stood up. He had already obtained the benefits. He raised his head and Mo Fan took care of the rest.

In the middle of the night, a group of people set out one after another, and soon they saw a red light flashing on a mountain in the distance.

"Damn it, so Lao Zhao is not in danger anymore!" Mo Fan became nervous. He knew the monk named Narahara Sora.

"Mo Fan, you can see the demon spirit. This time it's probably up to you."

"I think it's enough to find Narahara Sora. Let Mo Fan do this. He can see demon spirits."

"So quickly find the nearby temples and find those people, especially a place named Manying Mountain."

"It's really a strange species, no! It seems to be following the cultivation path of the soul. Because it can't control magic energy, it uses formations to combine negative emotions with mental power, supplemented by magic energy, to form an effect similar to curse magic. .”

Wang Teng followed the team and cast his eyes on the figure. The spiritual power of the seventh realm was flowing in his eyes.

"How's it going?" Mu Tingying stood at the door. When she saw the four people coming back, she immediately spoke.

"Is this guy a talent? He actually understands the essence of curse magic. Or did a blind cat meet a dead mouse and get it from some magic book?"

He watched Mo Fan start the battle with that guy, and used various skills to determine the opponent's training status.

The opponent's strength is not very strong, that is, it is only a warrior-level strength, but because it is in the state of a demon spirit, most people cannot see it. It's like not being able to see the remaining souls without a dead soul vessel.

In a bombardment, Narahara's empty soul energy was exhausted and completely dissipated.

With the death of the opponent, the activated magic circle lost its core and fell down.

"Let's go quickly. The situation here has attracted the attention of the police. Let's leave quickly."

Ai Jiangtu noticed the flashing light of the police lights and quickly reminded everyone, especially Mo Fan.

Everyone rushed back to Yanming Temple like a gust of wind.

"Hey~ You guys are back, Zhao Manyan just woke up." Nanrong Ni said happily.

"It's weird~ I feel like I've been sleeping for a long time, why isn't it dawn yet?" Zhao Manyan said with a slightly weak voice.

Mo Fan saw that he was fine and was too lazy to pay attention. This time he had a better memory.

"We still have to leave Yanming Temple as soon as possible. The Magic Association here in Xixiong City will definitely come to investigate, and they will definitely find us stowaways by then." Nan Jue reminded.

"It's better for us to head to Tokyo quickly. It's really uncomfortable to hide and hide like this." Zu Jiming's tone was irritable, and he couldn't stand these messy things.

Why is it that every time I go to a place, I encounter some trouble, and every time things are very difficult.

He is about to become the transparent person in the team with Li Kaifeng and Guan Yu.

The next morning, everyone packed up and prepared to set off. Zhao Manyan ran out of nowhere, holding something in his arms.

"Guess what good stuff I got from the back mountain?" Zhao Manyan came to Mo Fan with a mysterious look on his face, and his movements were also sneaky.

"Wooden fish?" Mo Fan glanced at it. Ai Jiangtu had already told everything about what happened. He naturally knew what was in the back mountain.

"How do you know?" Zhao Manyan opened his clothes and revealed an ancient wooden fish vessel.

Mo Fan stretched out his hand to grab it, and suddenly a burst of yellow lightning hit his hand.

"What the hell! What are you doing?" Zhao Manyan was startled and quickly threw the wooden fish to the ground.

"Ouch~ Zhao Manyan, you actually brought it out?" Nan Jue asked and turned around to see that it was the wooden fish.

She looked at Zhao Manyan with envy in her eyes. This guy was so lucky that Muyu took notice of him.

Wang Teng glanced at them and ignored them, and set off with the team. The tickets were kindly given by the monks as a gift of gratitude.

……

Everyone took the train tickets to Tokyo and got on the train.

"This time we have to stop at Daban, where there is the national team of the island country. We must go there to compete and get the national medal. This is a serious request from the instructor."

"Then we will go to the Tokyo Sea battlefield for combat training, and this time a batch of resources will be released."

"I would like to remind you here that the bench does not have resources. This is a rule that has been set before departure. You must bring your own resources." Ai Jiangtu sat in his seat and said some cruel words.

(End of this chapter)