Versatile Mage: The government is over and the system is coming?

Chapter 140 The future "ancient king"

"Made, is it necessary to be so serious about killing a corpse of yours?"

Liu Xuan cursed, but his movements were unambiguous. He simply drew a silver constellation and disappeared in place.

The Corpse of the Mountain Peak has obviously set its sights on Liu Xuan. The only undead emperor in its eyes is the Ancient King, and Liu Xuan's existence has affected the status of the Ancient King. He may not be able to replace him after his death in the future.

So it must be erased!

If Liu Xuan knew what this guy thought, he would point at it and scold his mother. Grandma's ancient king would have died a long time ago, and he still doesn't give up. Is he sick?

And he was only twenty-four years old, so he was still too early to die!
Fortunately, the Underworld Lord of the Skeletal Chassis didn't move, otherwise Liu Xuan's speed might not have been able to outrun him.

Liu Xuan recalled the guardian spirit and the white horse Yi Cong while heading towards the inner city.

The mountain corpse crashed directly into the outer city, and countless undead poured into the broken city wall.

In the blink of an eye, the outer city went from a brightly lit ancient city to a living hell!

At this time, there is no doubt that there are still many people in the outer city, and they may also be on their way to the inner city, but whether they can survive depends on their fate.

Liu Xuan, who was targeted by the corpse of the mountain, didn't want to stay in the outer city for a moment, because this guy was really stubborn. If he didn't have the space system and magic equipment, he might have been beaten to death by this guy!

inner city.

After arriving in the inner city, Liu Xuan did not go to find Mo Fan or others, nor did he go to discuss important matters with Zhu Meng and others, but just found a stable place and slowly started practicing.

Just summoning an army of three thousand undead has already consumed most of his magic energy. There is still a big battle ahead, so he must ensure that his magic energy is sufficient!
As for Mu He, I believe Mo Fan and others can solve it.

After this battle, Liu Xuan's fire element was about to break through to the second level, and all he needed was a final kick.

Sure enough, fighting monsters can stimulate the improvement of cultivation. If you kill them again later, you may be able to break through to the second level.

If it doesn't work, there are still so many undead spirits. The total number of slave-level and warrior-level spirits is nearly a thousand. Liu Xuan can make a steady profit even if he puts it up for auction.

Sure enough, the necromancer is the most perfect profession. Not only does it have a fighting method of defeating the smaller with more, it can also make magic weapons such as soul vessels.

You can even kill like Liu Xuan on the battlefield, and then catch all the remaining souls!

Make money and kill enemies at the same time!

Time passed in the dark night, and even though it was already the next morning, the sky was still dark and drizzling, and a thick layer of haze shrouded the hearts of all the people who fled into the inner city.

Because of Liu Xuan's action, the ancient capital did not reach the point of destruction and death.

There is still no news about more than 30% of the people. They may have died at the hands of the undead, or they may still be hiding in a corner of the outer city. It depends on luck.

With such a large number of casualties, coupled with the fact that the inner city was besieged by the Eight Dead Lords, it was completely in danger.

The people who feel the heaviest are undoubtedly the officials of the Magic Association, and they cannot escape the blame.

Especially Staff Officer Zhu, who had been suspended from duty due to his performance in the outer city affairs.

But in the inner city where people are panicking, there is a place that is calm and comfortable.

Liu Xuan gently exhaled a breath, stood up slowly, stretched his body a little, and walked straight out of the house. Looking up at the dim sky, and then at the crowded and chaotic streets, Liu Xuan shook his head helplessly.

Faced with the fear of family destruction and death, no one in the ancient capital could stay calm.

Now the ancient capital is facing the siege of the eight dead kings. Everyone is in danger. The entire ancient capital is surrounded by the undead, and there is no chance to escape.

There were even crazy people saying "This is punishment from God" slowly spread on the streets, but soon these people were all taken away by some well-dressed and neatly marched teams.

There are already external troubles now. If there is another mess inside, this ancient capital will be completely hopeless.

Clock Tower Magical Society.

"Are you saying that this is all a plan of the Black Vatican?" Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, looked at Zhu Meng in disbelief.

Zhu Meng had completely forgotten Liu Xuan's instructions at this time, and confessed everything he knew and thought as soon as his brain cramped.

Lu Xu and others were looking at Zhu Meng with speechless expressions. Sure enough, this guy was still the same, acting too arbitrarily, and he clearly agreed to Liu Xuanxian's actions quietly.

Zhu Meng also noticed the strange looks from Lu Xu and others, but he didn't take it seriously. He still believed in Han Ji.

"Since the Black Holy See uses rain to make the undead agitated, does it mean that by solving the rain, they can be made to recede?" Zhu Meng gave an idea.

"But how to deal with the rain?" Han Ji's pale eyebrows were twisted together, and his face was full of sadness.

Nowadays, the survival of the ancient capital can only be determined by a single thought. The one who is under the greatest pressure is undoubtedly Han Ji, who is the most authoritative person in the ancient capital!
"This rainwater is mixed with a medicine called 'Nine Nether Dew'. I don't know much about this stuff, so I don't know what can be used to remove it." Zhu Meng had already taken the rainwater for testing, otherwise he wouldn't have it. Will find Han Ji.

Han Ji is the only person in this ancient capital who has great hands and eyes. If he can't find a solution, there is really nothing he can do.

Hearing this, the bitterness at the corner of Han Ji's mouth became even heavier, and the bones in his still strong body couldn't help but become a little rickety.

At this time, a mysterious gray-white man came from behind. Regardless of the identities of Han Ji, Zhu Meng and others, he said: "If you want to get rid of the Nine Nether Dew, you must go to the source of Kunjing. Only it can get rid of it." And the Dew of Nine Netherworlds!”

Hearing this, Han Ji was immediately happy, but then he sighed again. Weiju Village had been wiped out long ago, where could he get this Kunjing source now?

The most terrifying thing about the Black Church is that it will not leave you a way to survive, and it will be the same this time!
Don't be afraid that the enemy is a lunatic, just be afraid that the lunatic still has a brain!
"Who are you? It's mysterious. Who asked you to come!" Zhu Meng looked at the mysterious gray man and his tone couldn't help but become a little heavier.

This guy is so blabbering, he might be an undercover agent sent by the Black Vatican!

Han Ji waved his hand and said with great trust, "His identity is very reliable, so there is no need to worry about that. But now that there is no source of Kunjing, what should we do?"

"According to reliable information, there is another copy that was not taken by the Black Vatican, but is in the possession of the Necromancer Fang Gu." said the mysterious gray man.

Necromancer?

Zhu Meng was stunned, and he naturally thought of Liu Xuan. In his impression, the necromancer was the kind of existence with powerful talents.

"The source of Kunjing is no longer useful, and the Eight Dead Lords will not let it go."

"who is it?!"

(End of this chapter)