Versatile Mage

Rainy, windy, and silent inside the bell tower.

I don't know how long it took for Meng to look at this package in an incredible way and say, “Preliminary... rehearsal???? ”

It's a disaster, it's a river of blood, letting a small city fall into the devil's random slaughter and slaughter, and all this is just for a rehearsal, for this bigger conspiracy in ancient times!!

All present are superiors, senior and supreme magicians who can't help but feel cold in the bone marrow after hearing this!

Preliminary…

With hundreds of millions of lives in rehearsals, there will be more cruel things in the world!!

Cold rain showered, everyone watched the masked man revealing the truth, and the shock and tremor in his heart could not subside for a long time.

“The ancient king has not yet fully awakened, but the Eight Dead Kings have invaded the ancient capital through heavy rain, trying to turn this place into a more massive kingdom of the dead, as the first gift after the ancient king slept for a thousand years... The Eight Dead Kings are headed by the body of the mountain, but the body of the mountain is extremely sly, it is not easy to step into the city half a step, if you want to kill it, deter the soul of the Great Ocean Army is very difficult, so if not surprisingly, the Eight Dead Kings will first invade all the land outside the city walls, sit and wait for the ancient king to wake up, and destroy the inner city inheritance boundary.” The mysterious white man said.

People don't know who this person is, but since he can be here, he is the first to be a big shot.

“Can the ancient capital still hold this view without awakening?” Lingxi, the elder of the League of Hunters, said.

“Not the Undead Lord, but the Ancient King. The Undead King has no power at all to make the Eight Kings die. He must be the ancient king, the one who created this place of the Undead with his own hands!” The mysterious grey man said with great seriousness and certainty.

“Ancient King?? ”

Those who created the land of the dead must trace back to the distant history, the demon of the dead does not actually exist, but what was resurrected two thousand years ago spread like a plague, from wandering only in the tombs and mausoleums initially to the land that has now been crowned royal!

I'm afraid it's no longer a secret how the Dead Spirit came.

“Knowing what these things mean, I'd rather hear how to solve this catastrophe.” Lingxi looked at this mysterious human being calmly.

“Rain is probably just the first big ring of the Black Holy See, and the second ring is to awaken the ancient king. Once the old king wakes up, the inner city will turn into a blood pool! First, we must stop the rain.” The mystery man said.

“We don't even know where the dew of the Nine Ghosts comes from. How do we stop it, let alone how do we stop it?” Li Yujian said.

“The annihilation of all the villages in danger was not caused by the unrest of the dead, but by the Black Holy See, and the dew of the nine ghosts came from the water of Kunai, which the villagers inherited for generations to guard. Bo disaster The rainwater hidden the fountain of violence opposite to the effect of the Holy Springs, which led to the demonic wolf group attacking Bo, while the dew of the Nine Ghosts was also transformed by the water from Kunjing well, and came from the same pharmacist, so that they could all be perfectly integrated into the rainwater, and once the rainy weather arrived, disaster followed! That's why the rehearsal is needed.” The mystery breaks the white man's word.

The details of the Bo disaster are naturally familiar to all senior citizens. It seems that there is no special connection to this ancient catastrophe. Except in rainy weather, it is possible to connect these spider tracks and discover that all of this is already planned!

The question is, who would have thought before this catastrophe broke out?

Cardinal Sarang behaved in an appalling manner, but at the same time stunned everyone. By the time he discovered it, he was on the verge of despair!

With a rehearsal of a city and a thousand years of ancient funerals, all the wind and rain came to hide in peace. God gave this Holy See Bishop Sarang a demonic heart and gave him unparalleled wisdom and ploy. This is the truly chilling place!!

The trial will pursue Sarang for years, and only his men, the deacon in blue, will be arrested.

Sarang's true shadow is still hidden in the dark, staring down at this ancient city struggling between misery and death with its cunning pupils and smiling sharply!

“The villages in danger… are villages in danger…” said the general instructor, blind and deaf.

“When the village of Hua was recently attacked, I thought it was a member of the Black Holy See, but it was a personal grudge between one of the village chiefs and the village of Hua. Together, the Black Holy See and I fell into this misunderstanding, and their superior and subordinate identities were completely confidential, leading the Black Holy See to mistakenly assume that their men were massacring the villagers of Hua... that is, there is also a water from Kunai Fountain that is not in the hands of the Black Holy See, but in the hands of a spiritual magician called Fang Valley!” The mysterious white man said.

“Kunjing Yuanquan can dissolve the dew of the Nine Ghosts??” Congressman Meng's eyes lit up and his face turned a little red!

“Yes, Kun Jing Yuan Fountain can sum up the ravages and grievances of Nine Phantoms, like an acidic one alkaline. Unfortunately, I always thought that Fang Valley was a member of the Black Holy See, so that his whereabouts would not be revealed, so I did not attack him, and the Holocaust made me unable to locate him.” The mysterious white man said.

“However, just one Kunjing Yuanquan will not stop this heavy rain. After all, it will be eviled by seven Kunjing Yuanquan Springs for several days.” The General Instructor Flying Corner immediately raised questions.

“The key to this catastrophe is the Ancient King, a Kunjing Fountain that can combine rainwater to buy us half a day. Using this half-day sleep of the dead, we find the Imperial Mausoleum, seal the ancient king, and this holocaust can be completely ended!” The mysterious white man said.

The crowd faces each other, but without a clue, they seem to have no choice but to trust the man who is reluctant to reveal his identity.

None of you are foolish, and if there is such a problem with his identity, then he may not have to come out and tell you this, because they did not even know about the existence of the Black Holy See and its plans until he had spoken of it.

“We'd like to believe what you're saying, but we don't know who you are yet. Why don't you take off your mask?” Lingxi asked.

The mysterious man shook his head and said in a harsh tone: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure if any of you have Sarang's accomplices, or if anyone here is Sarang! ”