Versatile Mage

When Liu Ru said that there is a way for his magic to recover quickly, Mo Fan almost subconsciously echoed the martial arts, the yin and yang in Xianxia, ​​and the practice of men and women. The blood family is from the west. Most of the people who have passed it have this kind of mystery.

Mo Fan seems to be awkward and full of joy, a pair of "I lay down, you come up to move, I don't understand" expression.

"I will catch a few ghosts and come back, take their soul energy away, and then feed back into your spiritual world, the magic energy will be able to recover." Liu Ru said.

"Oh, your body doesn't matter?" Mofan asked with an eyebrow.

"Well, it's okay." Said Liu Ru also deliberately put the scar on his arm to Mo Fan to see, just now the obvious burned arm is now as delicate as jade, smooth and extremely!

It is said that the blood race is the most powerful race of resilience. Mo Fan will believe this. There is still a few weak Liu Liu who is as strong as a cat and flies out of the yard.

Mo Fan was really tired, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it in his mind, but he was soaked in the warmth of the warmth, and the whole person lay down and fell asleep.

In exchange for the usual Mo Fan will be a little vigilant, after all, the city is not safe at all, but the mentally tired he just wants to sleep well, the outside of the heavy rain, cold wind, do not care about walking dead, No matter what the brakes are!

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The black clouds are pressed and pressed, and the ancient capitals are destroyed.

The ice rain is like an arrow, soaking through the ancient capital.

What is even more terrifying is the fierce spirits that are unwilling to leave from the graves, sneaks, graves, and tombs. The land of the rain has been covered, and the outer wall that was originally towering is like a fragile The dam, the weak body can not resist the tide of this evil spirit!

The outer wall was destroyed, the thick masonry collapsed, and the tall castle clay fell down, not to mention the houses on the streets...

Looking out from the inner city wall, this ancient capital has been soaked by black seas more than ten kilometers away. Buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been smashed by evil spirits, and even the wreckage can not see a little bit. !

The fierce spirit finally entered the city. From the four squares, the most irritating thing is not the ability of these fierce spirits to swallow, but the front-end murderous sea tide line is pressing hard. In addition, behind the tide line, the Ukrainian line was crushed, and it was a few miles away. It is undoubtedly suspect that they are the invaders of this dead country.

"Communities, tribes, kingdoms... the undead kingdom, the undead kingdom." On the towering tower of the bell tower, an old whisper whispered like a low voice, more like a prayer for death in the city.

Will the ancient capital, which has stood for thousands of years, completely disappear from history in this rainy day? ?

The fierce spirits that have covered the horizon have swallowed up the city. Can this golden enchantment really withstand the inexhaustible invasion?

What exactly has caused the evil spirits that have been going on for decades, hundreds of years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years to wake up from the dust and turn into such a desperate undead catastrophe?

"Can you order so many undead... Was the king of the undead king awakened?" the great congressman wished the dark and pale.

"That is to see which era is the undead king, and I hope it is not." The president of the Bell Tower Magic Association - Han sighed.

"President, you said it is..." Lu Xun, the military officer, frowned and asked.

"And the age of the city." President Han Han did not directly reveal it, it is really he is not willing to believe.

"These evil spirits are inexhaustible, and the inner city enchantment may not last long, especially the impact of the monarch-level undead... The strongest undead we know now is - the corpse of the mountain, which is constantly in the north city. The meat corpse is thrown to the city," said Lingxi, the elder of the Hunter League.

Lingxi is a female mage who still has a charm. The skin is very rosy, but the crow's feet are very obvious. It seems that all the years and experiences have settled in the corner of the eye. There is no other female wizard's panic, and there is no strong female high. To be calm, she is just talking about things, no sadness and no joy.

"The corpse of the mountain is handed over to the chief of the garrison. He is the strongest battle mage. I think the corpse of the mountain is also jealous of him. After all, they are handed over," said Han Wen, president of the association.

"The person in the south who gave me the horned ghost," said Lingxi.

"What is the west, hasn't it yet appeared?" Zhu Meng asked.

"It should be a ghost that is good at shackles. I didn't see the real body, but there are evil spirits, ghosts, ghosts, and many times I don't see anything. The body is everywhere." Li Yujian, the master of Li Dashi, said.

The struggle for power is not uncommon, but at this time the forces and forces must be clinging together, sharing honor and disgrace.

"Mr. Ms. Meng, your inference is correct, and the rain does have problems. Our pharmacists have detected something hidden in the rain that can be called the nine secluded dew. If the undead is going to appear during the day, It must be a very strong dead air to ensure that they normally breathe, but the heavy rain poured down, and the nine secluded dew gave them life..." A pharmacist wearing a white coat hurriedly said.

“Is it rain?” Zhu Meng’s heart was in utter disappointment.

"Is it caused by rain?" President Han looked at the rain curtains in a row.

In the early morning, it was the most relaxed time for the entire ancient capital. If the undead army came in the night, the city could not be destroyed so quickly.

Rainwater can be used to let the evil spirits haunt during the day. After the night in the outer city, the rainy conspiracy has been launched. If this is really what people do, then what is the sinister intention of the conspirators! !

"It is exactly the same as the disaster in Bocheng." Mr. Zhu Meng’s voice sank.

The Black Holy See, it really is them! !

"Not exactly the same..."

Suddenly, a strange voice broke into the conversation of the high-ranking people.

The crowd turned and found a man who wrapped himself up tightly and slowly walked up, and a pair of sly eyes seemed to see it all.

"Who are you?" Han silently glanced at this person, asking indifferently.

The tightly wrapped man obviously did not reveal his identity. He glanced at the group of people on the watch tower of the bell tower. He did not answer the question of Han’s silence, but instead said the following: “Bocheng is just an experimental place of Sarang. ""

When the man’s words arrived here, he paused and saw everyone incomprehensible. He added, “A preview for this carefully planned ancient capital disaster.”

Preview!

Bocheng disaster is just a preview! !