Chapter 145 Controlling Ye Chang

"He actually left with the army of undead!"

"Then what's the point of stopping him from waking up?"

The super-class mages who were ready to fight to the death looked at the departed Ancient King and the disappeared Undead Empire in disbelief.

"Although I don't know why the revived Ancient King would give up the ancient capital that was within his reach, at least we all survived, and the ancient capital also survived!" Han Ji sighed.

"That being said, I feel a little aggrieved when I think that we can survive just because of the other party's pity and contempt!" Zhu Meng sighed.

"Ancient King!"

The moment the Flame Wolf Soul Demon Mo Fan looked at the 'Ancient King', he felt that the demonic power in his body that was full of fighting spirit was completely suppressed, and every operation of power was extremely difficult.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his whole body, and every inch of the demon cell in his body was telling him to escape quickly. Between him and the Ancient King, there seemed to be a wall of desperate sighs.

Zhan Kong also woke up at this time. He patted the pale Mo Fan and left without saying a word.

"Where are we??" Zhang Xiaohou woke up and shook his groggy head vigorously.

Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the iron tower. His face showed an ecstatic look. He rushed over and hugged Mo Fan, excited and incoherent.

Han Lan also pretended to wake up. He looked at the corpse of the mountain that was getting farther and farther away, or more precisely, the figure above its head. This trip to the ancient capital was a success.

The evil armor emperor robe can be worn by anyone. After the Skeleton Devourer successfully promoted to the orthodox emperor, it was like a god's help for some of his next plans.

Zhan Kong did not die either. He survived after such a super-class mage, and because the original Groudon held back the three most powerful undead monarchs, the high-level guard mage group and the middle-level mage group also had almost no casualties.

Some people with missing arms and legs and exhausted magic energy were quickly sent for treatment.

At the same time, the Primal Groudon's body, flowing with molten flames, slowly disappeared from everyone's sight, and turned around and was slowly absorbed by the "Dimensional Crack".

After the battle, a group of shadow-eating soldiers led by Swamp Poison Thousand Centipede slowly entered the "Shadow Crack" and left the magic plane.

On the bell tower, the Tiger Tsun Grand Deacon Mu He, whose eyes were almost popping out, was still hanging on the ancient bell that was swaying in the wind and rain.

The whole city celebrated, but he had an expression that was uglier than the dead M.

Why didn't the ancient king who had been sleeping for more than two thousand years occupy the boundless territory that originally belonged to him after waking up? Why did he turn around and leave without any warning?

If the grand ceremony was aborted and became a joke, then his soul would fall into the same cursed purgatory as the black beasts, and endure the pain of sinking forever.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Suddenly, the crisp sound of heels hitting the stone steps rang out in front of the empty bell tower. Mu He's face showed a painful mask. He could already predict his next ending.

Just like the plot of the original work, the royal guard mage Zuo Feng made an appointment to confess to Ling Xi (Salang) in the bell tower, but was ruthlessly rejected by the latter.

Just when Zuo Feng felt regretful, Saran, who was in a bad mood, was ready to take action.

"Telekinesis - Void Claw!"

Han Lan, who was hiding in the dark, took decisive action, pulled Zuo Feng to his side and knocked him unconscious, and the Qingzhou Void Wings behind him quietly blocked the surrounding space nodes.

When Saran saw Han Lan appear here, his brows furrowed.

"Han Lan, what do you mean?" Saran asked "confusedly".

"Excuse me, should I call you Elder Ling Xi? Or Aunt Ye Chang, or - Archbishop Saran?" Han Lan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and said.

Ye Chang, how long has she not heard this name? It was so long that she herself had forgotten it, ten years, or even longer!

Saran's pupils shrank when she heard this. After realizing that her current emotions were somewhat out of her control, she activated the space transmission scroll hidden under her robe without any hesitation.

She personally presided over the ancient capital's Conferred God Ceremony, so of course she had made multiple backup plans, leaving room for maneuver even if she failed or her identity was exposed.

But the space around Han Lan was surging, and a skeleton-eating demon in a black armor robe quietly appeared beside him, and the terrifying emperor's aura, like the endless abyss, was exerted on Saran.

Saran's body wrapped in green silk was instantly devoured by lightning, and every inch of his bones made a crisp sound of being overwhelmed, and even the stars in the sea of ​​​​spirit fell into a state of chaos.

"You can't escape, the surrounding space nodes have been blocked by me!" Han Lan's voice rang in her ears.

"Bone Demon."

Han Lan transmitted a mental command to the Skeleton Devourer beside him. The latter nodded, and a translucent lock emitting chaos colors condensed in his palm, and instantly flowed into Ye Chang's body and merged into her soul.

Then the Skeleton Devourer turned the control of this Chaos Lock into a Chaos Key and handed it to Han Lan.

From now on, as long as Han Lan's mind moves, he can control everything of Saran anytime and anywhere, whether it is her soul or spiritual will, or her mature black version of life.

"I still lack a black glove by my side, Aunt Ye Chang will follow me in the future." Han Lan said.

"Humph." Ye Chang snorted coldly, obviously still a little unconvinced.

"I admire your means and courage, but that doesn't mean you have the right to be unbridled in front of me. If you behave well around me, I can consider providing some support for your revenge plan.

But if you don't satisfy me, I don't mind changing to a new black glove."

Han Lan saw that Ye Chang was somewhat unable to get her attitude right, so he opened his mouth to criticize her.

"I know, Master Han Lan~, I wonder what I will do?" Ye Chang deliberately said charmingly.

"Clean up your power in the ancient capital, and then I need manpower for my next plan. You can stay in my little world for a while." Han Lan ordered.

"Okay, Master Han Lan~."

Han Lan, "."

When Han Lan left, Mu He's heart-wrenching screams of pain came from the bell tower.

The extremely miserable screams echoed in the ancient bell tower, and a fragmented soul gradually dissipated in the world.

Under the bell tower, the people of the ancient capital were reveling, singing and dancing, and it looked more like a lively human festival.

As the tide of the dead receded, all parties could finally send support.

Countless helicopters circled over the inner city, frequently delivering countless supplies to the city, and a large number of builders began to rebuild the city in two shifts.

And the people from the outer city who had no place to live for the time being were perfectly placed in temporary houses.

The high walls protected everyone inside, which seemed to be at least safer.

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