Versatile Mage

A gray, a plain clothes, let the rain fall down to wet the hair.

The mysterious gray white man stood at the wall and looked at the mages who were withdrawing. However, he knew that it was easier to kill than anyone else. There are really too few real returnees. Even the super-masters will be there. The corpse of the corpse fell into the sea.

Black and white, the magical light is extremely subtle, and will be swallowed up by the majestic corpse at any time. He has already seen the army mage team sink into the ocean of shackles and carrion, and the glory is getting darker.

What is certain is that without any magical light shining, the team will be wiped out.

Look at the battlefield of the corpse of the mountain peak. The shining glory of the glory of the glory can clearly see the mountain, but also in this pale and stunned darkness, the mysterious white will see a super-level by the mountain The corpse is killing, and he is not very clear who is who.

The arrogance of the corpse of the mountain is still beyond everyone's expectations, even if they want to evacuate now there is no hope, the death and injury will be more than half.

“Would you like to go out and support?” said an association member who stayed behind.

The mysterious white man shook his head and really supported it. It would be hard to say whether the city could stay until dawn.

The night is completely dark, the brilliance of magic in the darkness is getting smaller and smaller, and the news can no longer be communicated any more. The rest is only gazing at the endless darkness and counting down.

"It seems to be a left wing!" I don't know who shouted.

The mysterious white man glanced down and found that two high-ranking mages were trapped in the hustle and bustle. They were close to the inner wall and they were very close here...

Next to the left wing is a man in a leather coat. The two men joined hands to open the pile and quickly jumped into the inner city.

"How?" The mysterious white man hurriedly asked.

"It has been successfully escorted to the Yuanyuan, where the strong winds are strong and we can't follow the past, but I believe they have already jumped into the wilderness." Zuo Feng said.

"That is, you don't know if they are still alive?" The mysterious white man frowned.

"Well." Zuo Feng nodded.

Nothing is wrong, this is the most disturbing.

"Adult, there is a person who claims to be a village chief in danger. He said that he seems to have seen the Imperial Tomb." A Guardian Master rushed to report.

"See the Imperial Tomb? What do you mean, where are the others?"

"In the clock tower!"

The mysterious white man glanced at the left front and the demon man. The three of them just had to leave for the clock tower, but they saw a super-class mage returning to the inner wall.

After the demon man saw this person, he was very happy and immediately greeted him.

"Hey, big guy?" The demon man glanced at his pale, lonely, questioning.

Duo Xiao did not answer, and looked stunned.

The demon man knows the answer when he looks at the expression of Xiao Xiao, and the words to his lips stop.

The cyan beast died, but it was the summoned beast that has been with him for many years...

"Are you hurting?" The demon man changed his mouth and asked.

"It's okay, but the soul has suffered some trauma." Hunter Wang Xiaoxiao replied.

The contract beast is connected with the summoning mage soul. Once the contract beast dies, it is equal to the sword in the soul of the mage. It is no wonder that the hunting king has no blood on his face.

"Hunting King, you go to the clock tower with us. The village chief Xie Sang of Huacun seems to have an understanding of the things about the imperial mausoleum and is waiting there..." The mysterious white man said.

"I am here to wait for the president and others, let's go first," said Duo Xiao.

"Alright."

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At first, Mofan thought that the gray clouds on the top of the head did not look like a cumulus, but gradually he found that something creeped on the cumulus, he realized that it was fundamentally It’s not a cloud, it’s just a bunch of mad corpse skulls and scorpions!

"The monsters in the **** furnace are on top of us." Fang Gu said this fact.

It should be a complicated problem such as space. In short, the cloud in this world where everyone is located is the corpse and ghost in the Yuanyuan. Similarly, the whole sky they see is the mouth of the furnace!

What is even more awkward is that from time to time there will be a large cumulus cloud falling from the sky, like a shower that only covers an area suddenly falls...

This is the real sense of corpse rain!

"The tomb palace is in front, go straight in?" Liu Ru asked.

Some of the land in front was raised, forming a stone step similar to the Gubao Mountain Road. When you walked a distance further, a white staircase appeared!

The steps are extremely wide. From left to right, there are more than two hundred meters. Each step is designed at the pace of people. However, it takes a long time to climb to the tomb. The stairs are too high. Looking up, it is a cliff leading to the sky...

Five people began to climb, and it is fortunate that no matter how the corpse rain in the sky randomly falls, it will not fall into this white tomb.

The whiteness of the Tomb Palace is somewhat out of tune with this dirty, corpse, and boneless world. If it is not the kind of white sinister that is convinced that there is something more terrible in it, this tomb is simply standing in a pure earth hall in a dirty space.

Continue to climb up, the five people are like an ant deep in a white pleated paper, and some stone sarcophagi appear on both sides of the endless steps. Their appearance makes Mo Fan think of what he has seen before. a creature.

There are two every ten steps in Shijie, which is completely guarded by the guards in front of the palace. There is a majesty and solemnity in the dead.

"Do you say they will move?" Liu Ru asked cautiously.

"In general, I don't think they are just furnishings." Mo Fan answered truthfully.

I have never seen pork and have seen pigs running. But in some strange palaces and mysterious stone tombs, there are vivid statues that must come alive. Mo Fan does not deceive himself!

"Where is the brother, do you think they are quite like the white sands?" Zhang Xiaohou also spoke.

"It turns out that you also think. It seems that the history of the Shaying River is also going back more than two thousand years ago," Mo Fan said.

"It's quite awkward..." Fang Gu walked in front, and the pace was faster. "But I really want to see this ancestor who has guarded Kunjing for generations."

"I hope your ancestors can talk better," Mo Fan said.

There are so many people who died in this catastrophe, and people are already numb.

This numbness is also sad, and Mo Fan hopes to end as soon as possible.

"How do you hang a bronze mirror here?" Zhang Xiaohou looked up at the main entrance of the tomb, and saw a strange big bronze mirror!