At the top of the museum, Mo Fan wore a wide raincoat and stood under a cornice.

Huang Mao told him that he wanted to use the holy spring in his ———— or to be precise, the small loach as bait to catch a big fish in the black court.

Mo Fan actually refused.

But Huang Mao, the sixth child, immediately began to flip through the small book, first blackmailed the two million he just owed, and then bitterly said that the original holy spring was not owned by him, and his mother did not admit it when he got cheap.

"Little loach, you've made your father miserable." Mo Fan lowered his head and touched the black pendant on his chest.

The little loach never let Mo Fan's words fall to the ground and looked like a stupid X, buzzing and trembling twice to indicate that he heard it.

"However, it is worth it to be able to slaughter a big fish in the black court!"

The big fish was impatient than he had imagined, and a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Mo Fan, long time no see, how is your father Mo Jiaxing lately?"

"Muhe!?" Mo Fan's eyes widened, he didn't expect that the big fish in Xu Fang's mouth was actually this person!

"It's me." Mu He did not hide his face.

In fact, when Sharon decided to start the celebration early, he had no need to hide his identity.

Either you die, or you follow Lord Salang to become the god of death on earth!

He even admired Mo Fan's face with great interest, and the shock made him full of joy.

"Huang Mao is right, it seems that a lot of black court dogs died tonight, otherwise you wouldn't have appeared in person." Mo Fan deserved to be Mo Fan, and quickly reacted and mocked.

Mu He's face turned black all of a sudden.

Of course he didn't want to come, but tonight, in order to create a commotion in the ancient capital, a large number of members of the black court were exposed and killed by the Judgment Thunder.

What annoyed him the most was that his powerful blue-clothed subordinates had somehow revealed their identities and died tragically at the hands of the Praetorian Guard Mage.

The only remaining blue bat, although loyal and resourceful, is too young, I am afraid that I will not be able to snatch away the Holy Spring but will be captured by the other party, so I can only take action by myself, the Archdeacon of Hujin!

"Hand over the Earth Sacred Spring, and I can still consider sparing my life." Mu He said coldly.

"If you tell us what you know, we can consider sparing your life." An unfamiliar voice rang out.

Mu He turned around suddenly, horrified to find several men in purple mage robes surrounding him.

"Praetorian Mage? No! Blue bats are obviously all there..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and the disbelief in his eyes was covered by rage: "Blue bat! She betrayed the Holy Religion? ”

"Do it."

Praetorian Guard mages didn't talk nonsense at all, they surrounded them from all sides, and even followed a healing mage in the team, making it difficult for Mu He to commit suicide.

"Ah!!h Seeing that he had become a turtle in the urn, Mu He suddenly rushed towards Mo Fan, intending to snatch a hostage and fight to the death!

However...

"Dead old man, your Grandpa Mo Fan is high-level!" Mo Fan devoured the Thunder Wolf Beast on his left, Xiao Yanji on his right, and behind him was the burning Fire Constellation.

Mu He: "??? ”

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Xu Fang returned to the back of Beicheng Tower, Mu He had been controlled by the special magic tools of the Judgment Society, there was not a trace of scars on his body, but his eyes were blurred.

"He is worthy of being the archdeacon of Hujin, his mouth is very hard, and he doesn't say a word." Han Xiao said: "I have to force me to use some small means to cooperate." ”

It doesn't matter if you have a hard mouth, the Judgment will always have a way to get you to speak.

"It's worse than we thought." Han Xiao said: "Our high-level officials in the ancient capital have been infiltrated by the Black Court, and it is not surprising that Salang is here in person, according to the available information, we can lock her down as a woman, but..."

"But what?" Xu Fang was a little puzzled.

Choose one of the two, how can Han Lian's resolute character who brazenly launched the "Guillotine Plan" be so difficult as now?

"Both of these people are dead."

"All dead?"

"Yes." Han Lin shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The corpse has just been discovered, and the two of them are exactly the same way to die, they have been hit by some kind of evil poison and have been skinned alive. ”

Xu Fang was silent.

He would never believe that Salang was dead.

I'm afraid that the original Ling Xi is still alive and has become the back hand of Salang to escape.

Her sense of smell was even more sensitive than he imagined, and when she found out that Mu He had been arrested and things were gradually getting out of control, she decisively chose the golden cicada to get out of her shell.

Presumably, she will continue to lie dormant in dark corners, waiting for an opportunity to poke out her fangs again.

In the face of such a female devil, even if she knows the plot, she will seize all the loopholes to fight back.

"There's no need to get too tangled."

Han Lin saw Xu Fang's unhappy expression, and said with a comforting smile:

"Salang fled in a hurry, Hujin Archdeacon Fufa and Blue Yi were all exposed, the trial meeting was already in action, and in less than half a month, she would become the commander of the light pole, and there was no other way but to escape from Huaxia."

Salang has become a lost dog, and through the search for Mu He's soul, they also know the way to end the abyss and relieve the disaster.

"Salang is trying to resurrect the old king and use this vast empire of the undead to fulfill the name of the god of death. And the Abyss is the tomb of the Ancient King, and if you want to stop it, you have to go deep into the Abyss to interrupt the resurrection ceremony of the Ancient King! ”

Han Xiao said, "No one, including the strongest mage, can take half a step, but there is a group of people who will not refuse, and that is the descendants of the ancient king!" ”

Those who meet this condition, such as the villagers of the dangerous village, and the aborigines of Bocheng, all of them have the blood of the ancient king in their bodies.

Strictly speaking, Xu Fang does not have this qualification.

His martyr father was a Heavenly Eagle mage transferred from other cities, and although his mother was a resident of Bo City, her inheritance was mixed for thousands of years, and no one knew how much bloodline there was.

But he knew that in addition to this way, he could also hide from the sky and the sea by bathing in the water of Kunjing!

Han Lin looked at Xu Fang, Xu Fang also looked at Han Fang, and nodded slightly: "Count me in." ”

A heartfelt smile appeared on Han Lone's face.

As long as these young people are still there, Huaxia will not be defeated, no matter whether it is the cardinal archbishop or the ocean of the dead!

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"I'm going too!" Zhang Xiaohou said. After Mu He was arrested, the antidote to forgetting insects on his body was searched.

"When I was in Xianchi, I was standing next to the abyss, but I was not swept into the spatial vortex, which may mean that I am an authentic Bocheng person!"

Zhang Xiaohou's expression was extremely serious.

The abyss is approaching, and if it can't be stopped, the whole city will be devastated.

At that time, Zhang Xiaohou, who has Bocheng blood, may be spared, but he will never be happy because of this, but will live in self-blame and guilt for the rest of his life!

"! Lao Tzu also goes, the abyss is coming, both horizontal and vertical are dead, I choose the horizontal one! ”

Mo Fan originally wanted to persuade Zhang Xiaohou, but was persuaded by Zhang Xiaohou's words.

Zhou Min, Zhao Kunsan, and Wang Sanpang looked at them in surprise, not daring to imagine that they would actually risk their lives.

Mu Bai opened his mouth to speak, but finally retracted gloomily.

Mu He is a black court, and until he proves his innocence, he is not even qualified to sacrifice for the city.

"The Abyss is thirty kilometers away from the ancient capital, and there is a sea of undead on the periphery, led by the Ghost Tyrant, several of our super-level mages will open the way for you and escort you to the Abyss!"

Zhu Meng said.

The Ghost Tyrant is a minor monarch level, and the concerted efforts of several of their super-level mages are enough to kill him!

"President, what about that Archdeacon of Hujin?" Shi Zheng asked.

Han Lin was murderous: "Abolish the magic and hang it on the bell tower, let him see with his own eyes our plan to smash him, and let him die without turning a blind eye!" ”

(End of chapter)