Chapter 624: A Preview

When Liu Ru said that there is a way to quickly restore his mana, Mo Fan almost subconsciously echoed in his mind those martial arts, yin and yang nourishment in Xianxia, ​​and male and female dual cultivation. Most of the people who passed it on also had this kind of secret technique.

Mo Fan seemed simple and honest, but he was excited, with an expression of "I lie down, you come up and move yourself, I don't understand".

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

"Oh, are you alright?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Well, it's all right." Liu Ru deliberately showed Mo Fan the scars on her arm. The arm that was obviously burned just now is as delicate as jade and extremely smooth!

It is said that the blood race is the race with the strongest recovery ability. Mo Fan believed it. Liu Ru, who was still a little weak just now, was as vigorous as a cat, and flew out of the yard lightly.

Mo Fan was indeed tired, and he couldn't stop thinking about it, but when he felt sleepy, he was suffocated by the warm heating, and he lay down and fell asleep.

Normally, Mo Fan would be a little vigilant. After all, the city is not safe at all, but he just wants to sleep well because of his mental fatigue. Although it is raining heavily outside and the wind is cold, he doesn't care about walking dead. Not to mention the Lord Skeletal Shake!

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The dark clouds are overwhelming, directly destroying the remains of the ancient capital.

The ice rain is like a sharp arrow, soaking the foundation of the ancient capital.

Even more frightening are those evil spirits who crawl out of tombs, ghost mounds, cemeteries, and mausoleums. The fragile dam and weak body can't resist this fierce tide at all!

The outer city walls were all destroyed, the thick bricks and stones collapsed, and the tall city towers fell like clay sculptures, not to mention the houses on the streets...

Looking out from the inner city wall, this ancient capital has been completely soaked by the black ocean for a radius of more than ten kilometers. The buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been washed away by the evil spirits, and even the wreckage cannot be seen. !

The ominous spirits have finally entered the city, coming from all directions, the most frightening thing is not the ability of these ominous spirits to swallow them up, but the tide line of the frontmost ominous spirits that is closing in on them at a glance Outside, behind the tide line there is a black cloud,

Stretching for an unknown number of kilometers, one can't help but suspect that they are the invaders of this dead country.

"Ethnic groups, tribes, countries...the kingdom of the dead, the kingdom of the dead." On the towering watchtower of the clock tower, an old whisper seemed to be singing in a low voice, more like praying for the death of the city.

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

The ominous spirits covering the horizon have already engulfed the city, can this golden enchantment really withstand these countless invasions?

And what caused the evil spirits of decades, hundreds of years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years to wake up from the dust and turn into such a desperate catastrophe of undead?

"The one who can command so many undead... is the ruler of this undead kingdom awake?" the councilor Zhu Meng said in a dark and pale voice.

"It depends on which era the undead king is, I hope it's not it." Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, sighed.

"President, what you're talking about is..." Army Commander Lu Xu frowned and asked.

"Something of the same age as this city." Chairman Han Ji didn't directly reveal the location, he really didn't want to believe it at all.

"These ominous spirits are inexhaustible, and the barrier in the inner city may not last long, especially the impact of the monarch-level undead... The strongest undead we know right now is the corpse of the mountain. Throw the corpse of the meat mound to the city." said Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance.

Ling Xi is a female mage who still has a charming charm. Her skin is very rosy, but crow's feet are very obvious. It seems that all the years and experiences have accumulated in the corners of her eyes. She is not as frightened as other female mages, nor is she strong like a high-ranking woman. Keeping calm, she just discusses the matter as it stands, without sadness or joy.

"Let's hand over the corpse of the mountain to the chief of the guards. He is the strongest battle mage. I think the corpse of the mountain is also afraid of him. After all, they have fought against each other." Han Ji, the president of the association, said.

"Give me the ghost master Mojiao in the south." Ling Xi said.

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

"It should be a ghost that is good at hiding. I haven't seen the real body, but there are all evil ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost ministers. Many times I don't see anything, and the corpses are everywhere." Li Yujian, the head of the Li Dashi family, said.

Power struggles are not uncommon, but at this time, power and power must be tightly bound together, sharing weal and woe.

"Mr. Zhu Meng, your deduction is correct. There is indeed a problem with the rain. Our pharmacist has detected something that can be called the Nine Serenity Dew hidden in the rain. If the undead are to appear during the day, it will It must be a very strong dead air to ensure their normal swallowing and breathing, but the heavy rain poured down, and the Nine Nether Dew gave them vitality..." A pharmacist in a white coat hurried up and said.

"It's really rain?" Zhu Meng was horrified.

"Is it caused by the rain?" President Han Ji looked at the continuous rain in astonishment.

In the early morning, that was the time when the entire ancient capital was most slack. If the army of undead attacked at night, the city would not be destroyed so quickly.

Using rainwater to make the evil spirits haunt during the day, and launching this rainwater conspiracy after a night of exhausting battles in the outer city, if this is really done by humans, then how sinister are the conspirators' intentions! !

"It's exactly the same as the disaster in Bo City." Councilor Zhu Meng's voice sank.

The Black Vatican, it really is them! !

"It's not exactly the same..."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice broke into the conversation of the high-ranking people.

Everyone turned around, and found a man who wrapped himself tightly came up slowly, his piercing eyes seemed to see everything.

"Who are you?" Han Ji glanced at this person and asked indifferently.

The tightly wrapped man obviously would not reveal his identity. He glanced at the group of people on the watchtower of the clock tower, and did not answer Han Ji's question, but continued with what he had just said: "Bo City is just an experimental site for Sa Lang. .”

The man paused when he reached this point. Seeing that everyone seemed incomprehensible, he added, "It's a rehearsal for this carefully planned disaster in the ancient capital."

preview!

The disaster in Bo City was just a preview! !