Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

"Hush! There's a sound!" Da Zhuang reminded.

"Where?"

"Underground!"

Everyone fell silent and listened carefully. Something was stirring in the soil under their feet, making a gurgling sound.

"Eat the gray garlic quickly!" said the short man.

Asharuya and the two followers ate it decisively, but Mo Fan was stubborn and had no intention of eating it at all.

He tried it last night. His flame had a very obvious restraining effect on these undead. He could kill a large number of them directly when the domain was opened, so he was not afraid of the undead at all.

"Ugh!!!! Ugh!!!!"

A sound like his throat was blocked by shit came from the soil. Mo Fan turned around and saw a head full of maggots coming out of the soil.

"What a disgusting thing!" Mo Fan kicked over and directly separated the head from the neck and kicked it dozens of meters away.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, the surrounding roars came one after another, and a large area of ​​soil cracked, revealing a huge tomb less than ten meters away from Mo Fan.

The tomb looked quite old, and the bricks were rotten. There were more than 20 half-corpses and half-skeletons lying in a mess inside. When they heard the call of the head, they suddenly opened their bloody eyes and crawled out of the tomb! !

Mo Fan originally thought that more than 20 were a lot, but who knew that there was a tomb hole under the tomb, and skeletons kept coming out of the tomb hole, each of them bloodstained and extremely hideous!

"Take my punch!"

Mo Fan's fist rubbed against the air, and flames rolled up in an instant. He raised his hand and directly punched the tomb with a fierce punch! !

The golden orange fire column gushed out from the ground, filling the entire tomb. The purifying fire of the Corona Radiance seemed to have an absolute restraining effect on these undead. Just a casual burn was like igniting gasoline and it exploded.

Dozens of half-corpses and half-skeletons were turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. A series of residual souls turned into rivers of souls and flowed into the little loach. Mo Fan was surprised to find that the quality of the undead was very high. These dozens of slave-level undead actually condensed half of the essence.

If you calculate it this way, killing seventy slave-level undead is enough to condense a soul, saving about one-third.

"These undead are just like this!" Mo Fan said arrogantly.

Asharuya was very surprised to see Mo Fan solve dozens of undead so easily. She thought Mo Fan was at most a mid-level third-level mage, but she didn't expect him to be a genius who mastered high-level and soul seeds! !

Although the short man was shocked by Mo Fan's strength, he still reminded him: "Look around!"

Mo Fan turned his head and found that there were seven or eight tombs like this just now, distributed in the small muddy fields of several hundred meters around. Groups of undead gathered like soldiers, and their eyes were fixed on Mo Fan, the only one who exuded the breath of a living person.

"Hmph! That's all? You're just in time!" After Chen Xian had killed Shawang River, Mo Fan was worried about where to brush the residual souls. The ancient capital of the undead was perfect!

While the undead were arranging their troops, Mo Fan drew the fire star maps one by one. When the undead launched their charge, his high-level constellations were already completed.

"Sky Flame Funeral!"

The night became his most perfect curtain. Mo Fan raised his arms high, and the burning constellation power surrounded him, as if the galaxy was pouring down and condensing in his palm.

A large group of golden-orange fire was lifted up by Mo Fan, and was being sent up to the sky little by little. With a sudden push from Mo Fan's head, the large group of golden-orange fire flew into the sky, looking like a dazzling star from afar.

In the sky, the golden fireball condensed by him was like a miniature star, suddenly blooming, tearing the night sky apart, and the golden and orange flames turned into thousands of fire rains, as gorgeous and deadly as a meteor shower, pouring down on the dense undead army below.

The moment the rain of fire touched the ground, each drop of it burst into flames that were enough to devour everything, turning the earth into a sea of ​​fire. The undead had nowhere to hide under this overwhelming sky flame funeral. Their bodies twisted and collapsed in the flames and turned into ashes.

The undead who were gathered were all covered by the rain of fire. Their screams were swallowed by the flames. Their twisted figures struggled in the flames, but they could not escape the fate of being purified. Every drop of rain of fire that fell was a huge blow to the undead.

Not only the undead, but also the ground was licked by the blazing flames and turned into a scorched earth. The undead who walked out of the tombs finally couldn't hold on under Mo Fan's baptism of fire, and they turned into ashes and completely dissipated.

These raging undead creatures seemed so small and powerless in front of Mo Fan's corona blaze, and could only turn into wisps of residual souls flowing towards Mo Fan and being swallowed by the little loach.

That was all. Mo Fan felt no pressure. He even made a fuss when he released high-level magic. Obviously, the damage was overflowing. His Sky Flame Funeral could kill more undead.

The short man was stunned when he saw this scene! Not only was he a high-level mage, but he was also a strong high-level mage. He killed hundreds of undead in an instant! !

"Although you are very powerful, the journey is long and your magic power is limited after all. I suggest you take the gray garlic!" Asharuya's clear voice came, and she rarely spoke.

When Mo Fan heard the beautiful woman's advice, he immediately felt that it made sense. He immediately went down the stairs, picked up the gray garlic and ate it.

There were no accidents along the way, and everyone arrived at Yangyang Village smoothly. However, Yangyang Village had disappeared at this time. The whole village was burned clean.

All the villagers disappeared, and there were no corpses, no bloodstains, and no clues left.

After discussing, everyone unanimously decided to go to the next village "Hua Village" to search, but the journey to Hua Village was about two days, and they didn't have enough gray garlic in their hands.

The dwarf wanted to go back to the ancient capital to replenish the gray garlic before starting again, but Mo Fan and Asha Ruiya unanimously rejected it, saying that they would just kill them and use gray garlic when they encountered too many undead.

Everyone started to set off again, and it was relatively safe along the way. More often, the dwarf and Meng'e's two followers took action to deal with the wandering undead.

They were lucky enough not to step on the tomb. They were safe until nearly dawn, which saved a lot of gray garlic.

Suddenly, a pale lightning split this narrow world, and the oppressive black sky and the blackness of the continuous earth were illuminated.

The air had become dull without anyone noticing. As thunder continued to rumble in the clouds, raindrops as big as beans fell down, hitting the ground heavily, splashing small mud flowers!

"Damn it, it's going to rain heavily!" the short man cursed.

"Hurry up, the rain will wash away the smell of gray garlic!" said the big lawyer.