Chapter 2539 The Dharma Door of All Beings

Lingling picked up the phone and called Mo Fan immediately.

But the screen of the phone was completely black, and it was only at this time that she realized that the phone had long been out of power.

Standing in front of the hotel window, Lingling found that the Canton Tower was not very far from her residence, so she hurried to the Canton Tower without changing her clothes.

When they arrived at the Guangzhou Tower, the lady inside told Lingling that Mo Fan was at the highest point.

Lingling got on the elevator and ran up excitedly until she reached the windy viewing platform.

The entire prosperous city is at the foot, and even the clouds and mist seem to be within reach. Lingling saw Mo Fan, who was sitting against the railing, and didn't know what to think about.

Lingling ran forward and was about to tell Mo Fan about her major discovery, but the moment Mo Fan raised his head, Lingling knew that something bad had happened.

This made Lingling wonder for a while whether to speak or not.

"What... what's wrong?" Lingling was a little nervous, because after spending so long with Mo Fan, he rarely saw Mo Fan's expression like this.

It was obvious from his eyes that anger was about to erupt, but the whole person was as calm as a piece of ice.

"Old Feng, dead." Mo Fan spit out these four words, but his heart was very depressed! !

Not long ago, he was as happy as a child, showing off and sharing his research results to himself, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his waist tucked in and looking at Guangzhou, saying excitedly and calmly that he could bring about innovation.

To say that people who can change the world are by no means a rash person like himself, but someone like Feng Zhoulong, who dedicates his life to research, not serving the powerful and noble, but serving the whole world. Humanity.

But just when his results were about to be made public and made available to everyone, he died.

Not in his own home, nor in his studio, but in the Asian Magic Association, in the place where he went to apply for the world method...

Every method, if it has not been reviewed by the highest magic association, is a forbidden technique.

Therefore, Feng Zhoulong must go to the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association in person, and at the same time apply, he will show the results of his innovation to the Supreme Magic Association.

It is such a safest and most authoritative place in the world that unnatural death occurs.

The person who died happened to be Feng Zhoulong, a magic scholar who was about to bring about a magical innovation.

Unreasonable makes people angry!

Coincidence makes people want to tear up that rotten and incompetent magic system!

"Huhuhuhu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

A more violent gust of wind slammed into his face.

In the fog, a creature with extremely long wings hovered less than ten meters above the viewing platform, and its appearance caused exclamations from the people in the Guangzhou Tower and the square.

A dragon...

Appeared in the urban area of ​​Guangzhou, and just hangs on the Canton Tower!

Mo Fan stood up. At this time, the wind Yalong slowly lowered his body, so that Mo Fan could just step on its tail and step on its back.

"Where are you going??" Lingling said.

"There is no news of Sharjah's death for the time being," Mo Fan said.

"I'll go with you..." Lingling also wants to climb up.

"No." Mo Fan's tone was a little heavy.

Lingling stood there, a little aggrieved and a little scared.

When Mo Fan saw her like this, the ice on his face melted a little, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch her little head.

"Did you not look in the mirror when you went out? How can a girl's family be so disheveled?" Mo Fan said softly.

"I have a very bad premonition, very bad. Mo Fan, this matter should not be up to you..." Lingling's tears were already spinning.

Some places are even more terrifying than the demon nest, which is where Mo Fan is going now.

People are always like this. They are more greedy and cruel than the devil. They like to live in groups, but they like to fight and fight more than any creature!

Feng Zhoulong's death, no matter what the reason, was so terrifying that Lingling shivered and chilled down her spine.

Mo Fan wants to go to such a place full of people's hearts like demons and ghosts, what will happen? ?

Lingling would rather Mo Fan fight with the Black Church than go to that place!

No one can live well, once he wants to change.

This is how the Son died.

Dragged into the dark abyss, never to be resurrected.

Mo Fan is not as powerful as the Son of God, nor does he have the influence he had in the past. In the eyes of some high-level officials of the Asian Magic Association, he is just a small role.

Feng Zhoulong was involved in such a black tide, and if Mo Fan went, it would be the same result.

"Don't go, Mo Fan... There are so many hidden dangers on the coastline, so many sea monsters, you are needed here." Lingling's voice was a little pleading. In the abyss, no one can reach out to help.

"The sea-monster can't be killed, and my strength is limited. It is the hard work of Lao Feng's life, and it is the hope of all our mages. It cannot be left out." Mo Fan held Lingling in his arms and comforted her.

Mo Fan is very clear.

Compared with Feng Zhoulong's fusion method, many Forbidden Magicians are inferior, let alone himself.

Continue to stay on the coastline where the monsters are flooded, Mo Fan may be able to save one city, two cities, three cities...

But the coastline cities are in the thousands.

Under this catastrophe, what the nearly 20,000-kilometer coastline really needs is not a trivial Mo Fan, but a method of beings that can make every city and every mage stronger.

Even the Asian Magic Association, the supreme law temple.

Mo Fan has to ask them for it!

"Eat well, sleep well, and take care of yourself. Even if you are born beautiful, you can't be so sloppy because you concentrate on research. Also, don't tell anyone where I am going." Mo Fan stroked Lingling's little head and said seriously. .

"If you die, I will starve myself to the bone, with non-mainstream tattoos on my face and body, abandoning school, puppy love, abortion, living in the way you hate the most, hurt the most, and want to strangle me the most. , so that you have no peace in the sky!" Lingling replied with the same seriousness.

"..."

Stepping on the back of Feng Luo Yalong, Mo Fan subconsciously helped Fufeng Luo Yalong's back with his hands.

So as not to accidentally slip and fall, the magic just got stuck.

For some reason, Mo Fan had such a hunch.

Lingling's words will go around for three days. Whenever he has such a little impulse and little blood, this voice will be like a cold slap on his face, always reminding himself:

Be steady.

Don't waver.

Never send.

Send a wave, and a big event will happen to Nima! !

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"Fenglonglong, fly slowly, be careful not to overspeed. Fly well, don't play with flowers."

Mo Fan specially told Feng Luo Ya Longdao.

"I didn't drink a bar, I just drank soda. I don't drink alcohol, I don't drink alcohol."

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