When Liu Ru said that there was a way to make his magic energy recover quickly, Mo Fan almost subconsciously echoed in his mind those martial arts and Xianxia's yin and yang supplements, male and female dual cultivation techniques, since the blood clan was passed from the west, most of them also had this kind of secret technique.

Mo Fan seems to be honest but is actually excited, with an expression of "I'm lying down, you come up and move by yourself, I don't know much".

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

"Oh, your body doesn't matter?" Mo Fan asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, it's fine. Saying that, Liu Ru also deliberately showed Mo Fan the scars on his arm, and the arm that was obviously burned just now was as delicate as jade and extremely smooth!

It is said that the blood clan is the race with the most powerful recovery ability, Mo Fan will believe it, Liu Ru, who was still a little weak just now, suddenly became as strong as a cat, and flew out of the yard lightly.

Mo Fan was really tired, and he couldn't stop thinking crookedly in his head, but when sleepiness hit and was smoked by the warm heat, the whole person lay down and fell asleep.

In other words, Mo Fan would be a little vigilant, after all, this city was not safe at all, but he was mentally exhausted, he just wanted to sleep well, regardless of the heavy rain and cold wind outside, and he didn't care about the walking corpses, let alone the skeletons!

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The dark clouds and black pressed down, destroying the remains of the ancient capital.

The ice and rain are like sharp arrows, soaking the foundations of the ancient capital.

What is even more terrifying are the fierce spirits who crawl out of the tombs, ghost mounds, cemeteries, and mausoleums and are unwilling to leave, the rain has been covered with the earth, and the outer city wall that was originally majestic is like a fragile embankment. The weak body can't resist this fierce spirit tide at all!

The outer walls were all destroyed, and the thick layers of masonry collapsed. The clay sculptures of the tall castle towers generally fell, not to mention the houses in those streets......

Looking out from the inner city walls. More than ten kilometers away from this ancient capital, all of them have been soaked in a black ocean, and buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been washed away by fierce spirits, and even the wreckage cannot be seen!

The most terrifying thing is not the ability of these fierce spirits to devour the ocean, but the fierce spirits in front of the sea tide line are approaching step by step, and the black pressure behind the tide line is overwhelming, stretching for an unknown number of kilometers, making people wonder if they are the invaders of this country of death.

"Tribes, tribes, kingdoms...... The realm of the dead. The realm of the dead. "On the watchtower of the bell tower, an old murmur seemed to be a whispered chant, more like a prayer of death for the city.

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

The fierce spirits that covered the horizon have swallowed the city, can this golden barrier really withstand these countless invasions?

And what is it that causes decades, hundreds, hundreds, and thousands of years of murderous spirits to wake up from the dust and turn into such a desperate catastrophe of the undead?

"The ...... who can command so many undead Has the lord of this undead realm awakened?" said Grand Councilor Zhu Meng in a dark and pale voice.

"Then it's up to us to see what era the undead lord is, but I hope it's not. Han Lian, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, sighed and said.

"President, what are you talking about......" Military Secretary Lu Xuan asked with a frown.

"And something of the same age as this city. President Han Lin didn't directly confide in him, but he didn't want to believe it at all.

"These spirits cannot be killed. I'm afraid that the inner city barrier won't last long, especially the impact of monarch-level undead...... The strongest undead we know of at the moment is the Corpse of the Mountain, which is constantly throwing the corpses of the Flesh Mound into the city in the northern city. Hunter Alliance Elder Ling Xi said.

Ling Xi is a female mage who still has charm, and her skin is very ruddy. But the crow's feet are very obvious, and it seems that all the years and experiences have settled in the corners of the eyes, and there is no other female mage who is terrified. There is no forced composure of a female high-ranking person, she just talks about things. No sorrow, no joy.

"Hand over the corpse of the mountain to the chief of the Praetorian Guard, he is the strongest battle mage. I think the corpses of the mountain are also afraid of him, after all, they have fought each other. Han Lian, president of the association, said.

"The Lord of the Horns to the south, give it to me. Ling Xi said.

"What is it in the west, has it not appeared yet?" asked Zhu Meng.

"It should be a ghost who is good at retreating, and I haven't seen the real body, but it's full of evil ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost ministers, and many times I don't see anything, and there are corpses everywhere. Li Yujian, the head of the Li family, said.

Conflicts of power are not uncommon, but at this time, forces and forces must be tightly embraced and share weal and woe.

"Zhu Meng, your inference is correct, there is indeed a problem with the rain. Our medicine man detected that there was something hidden in the rain that could be called the Nine Shades Dew, and if the undead were to appear during the day, it would have been a very thick death qi to ensure that they could swallow and breathe normally, but the rain was pouring down, and the Nine Shadows Dew gave them life......" A medicine man in a white coat hurriedly walked up and said.

"Is it really rain?" Zhu Meng's heart was shocked.

"Is it caused by the rain??" President Han Lin looked at the rain curtain in amazement.

Early in the morning, that was the time when the entire ancient capital was most laxly guarded, and if the army of the undead attacked at night, the city would not have been destroyed so quickly.

Use the rain to make the evil spirits haunt during the day, and launch this rain conspiracy after a tired night of fighting in the outer city, if this is really done by people, then how sinister the conspirators' intentions are!!

"It's the same as the Bo disaster. Congressman Zhu Meng's voice sank.

The Black Holy See, sure enough, it's them!!

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

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

Everyone turned around and found a man who had wrapped himself tightly walking up slowly, with a pair of piercing eyes as if he had seen all this.

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

The tightly wrapped man obviously did not reveal his identity, he glanced at the group of people on the watchtower of the bell tower, did not answer Han Lian's question, but continued what he said just now: "Bo City, it is just an experimental place for Salang. ”

The man paused when he said this, and seeing that everyone looked incomprehensible, he added, "A rehearsal for this well-planned disaster in the ancient capital." ”

Preview!

The Bo disaster was just a rehearsal!!(To be continued.) )