Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 212 The Sanskrit Sound that Awakens the World

Bai Mo glanced over here and saw that Han Ji and others were all pale, and the aura on Mo Fan was getting weaker and weaker. He knew that he could not delay it any longer. What he needed now was to retreat from the corpse of the mountain and let Ding Yumian take charge of the armor as soon as possible. .

"Tuzhu, you go deal with the tyrant Guixin."

After giving the order, Bai Mo watched the turtle jump across 500 meters and fall directly towards the ghost tyrant who kept colliding with Mo Fan.

In the sea of ​​​​spirits, the music system is also connected by the divine light. He feels various melodies ringing in the spiritual world. Bai Mo thinks of the information he saw when searching for music magic. There is a genius who has developed a soul charm that can restore magic energy. song.

The music system touches the soul and is unfathomable!

As the vast spiritual world was filled with musical notes, Bai Mo seemed to really hear the voices of all the souls in the world and feel the plucked tunes.

"The Sanskrit that awakens the world!"

The four words were softly spat out in white ink, but they resounded through the clouds and reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield in the ancient capital. It sounded like the buzzing of an ancient bell, long and far away and shocking! !

Such a majestic and huge sound enveloped everyone, but no one was dizzy by the strong sound waves, and they couldn't even feel the impact of the huge sound waves.

Some are as comfortable as hearing the gentle whisper of the Mother Goddess, humming a soft tune in a low voice, a tune that is like the sound of nature and makes people relax subconsciously.

The whole spirit and soul seemed to be purified by the water of Tianshan Mountain, and seemed to be baptized by the clean morning light. All the fear, worry, helplessness, despair and other dark emotions accumulated in this short day were all gone. They all melt like the white snow in spring in this heavenly sound of Sanskrit music!

Whether it is Han Ji and others who are fighting on the front line, a few super mages who are seizing the time to restore their magic energy in the bell tower, or Leng Qing, who is commanding Ruoding on the inner city wall, he is constantly fighting with the others, constantly using magic to drive away those people. The mage who attacks the undead in Anjie is also good.

Under this ebb and flow, Ding Yumian instantly unleashed all his spiritual power and launched a decisive battle with the last evil soul power in the armor of the ancient king! Isolate its corrosive power from the soul!

On the ground, human morale was boosted to an unknown extent by Bai Mo's awakening Sanskrit sound. People all over the city now had only one thought in mind, get rid of the undead! !

Bai Mo knew that now he must intimidate these dead kings from all directions, lest they think that the earth on earth is a charity for their descendants.

Mo Fan, who was frantically fighting against the weakened demon's power, suddenly heard this sacred heavenly Sanskrit sound, and his spirit was shocked. Suddenly, he felt that the demon seemed to be able to stay for a while.

Han Ji, who was escaping the aftermath of the collision between Guixin Tyrant and Tumo, was also filled with astonishment at this moment. The power Bai Mo was exerting at this moment completely exceeded his knowledge of magic.

A sound was uttered, and then a huge sound wave was seen sweeping across the world, directly breaking through the dark clouds in the sky, rushing towards the corpse of the mountain from in front of Bai Mo!

They all felt that their magic system, which had been drying up, was recovering at a speed that was unable to make ends meet. All of them were accompanied by the chanting of Sanskrit sounds that made people feel extremely comfortable, and their magic energy was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye! !

"What kind of phonetic magic is this?"

The terrifying sound wave carried huge trembling power and sharp penetrating power. When the powerful body of the commander of the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister suddenly hit it, it instantly turned into a piece of flying blood-colored powder.

The roar that preceded them resounded through the thousand-meter sea of ​​corpses, but it was as terrifying as the heaven and earth shaking!

The sharp and majestic sound waves trembled and shook the entire space, and a heavy sound roar passed through the thousand-meter sea of ​​corpses surrounding the corpse on the mountain, just like a group of invisible giant beasts rushing past! !

Countless rotting corpses turned into powder, and more than a thousand hill-like fleshy mounds of corpses collapsed like a dam eaten by ant nests!

"Ouch~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Hunter King Duxiao felt the magic energy rapidly filling his body and exclaimed in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes sharpened as he stared at the ghostly tyrant outside the city.

The corpse of the mountain peak was also fierce and domineering. Faced with such a majestic sound wave that was enough to shatter its majestic body, he not only did not retreat, but instead waved his arms like a pair of wild dragon pillars and slapped him hard in front of him. , like a sumo wrestler warming up, moving his legs as thick as Optimus Prime, and actually hit the oncoming air wave and sound wave directly!

"Destroy!"

In mid-air, Bai Mo's momentum has reached its peak at this time, as majestic as a vast ocean, and as vast as a mountain range.

"Hahaha, I will kill you today!"

"Huh!!!!"

And the evil armor also instantly cut off the endless supply of emotional energy of despair and fear!

And behind it, it was like a sky wall, or like a 100-meter tsunami, sonic air waves were moving in, covering more than 300 meters, leaving no room for the corpse on the mountain to hide.

Facing the Corpse of the Mountain and the Sea of ​​Corpses ruled by him alone, he even felt the other two powerful forces among the endless undead.

The corpse of the mountain roared loudly. There was no longer any ministers in front of him as human shields. In an instant, he grabbed a few ministers from behind who were holding back and stretched out their hands. The mountain of flesh slammed into the moving towering sound like cannonballs. wave.

煞渊

The melodious sounds of nature echoed throughout the entire altar. Ding Yumian, who was already a little tired from fighting against the ancient king's armor and felt that it would take a lot of time, felt his spirit tremble, and his soul power increased a lot in an instant. !

However, he was currently in the middle of a battle, so it was obviously too late to think so much. Han Ji raised his hand, and the healing star sea that was mostly filled with energy once again lit up with dazzling light, and an Aquarius star instantly enveloped the already crumbling Lu Xu. Recover their injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the two got close, everyone discovered that the corpse on the mountain was almost as high as the majestic sound wave that stood so majestically that it could reach the clouds.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

There was a deafening loud noise, and the roaring sound waves flew away the corpses thousands of meters away, hitting the inner city barrier, leaving tiny cracks behind!

Everyone saw that half of the body of the corpse on the mountain was cracked open. Most of the flesh and blood on the huge body had been cut away, and the bones inside could be seen. Most of the hands were missing. The ferocious face was even more ferocious, and everything was blurred. flesh and blood! !

"Well done, Bai Mo!"

Han Ji, who came to join the battle from afar, shouted loudly. With the help of Tuji and Mo Fan, the Ghost Tyrant had been seriously injured by them. Now he was escaping with his countless ghost soldiers. As long as he could deal with the mountain corpse in front of him now , the ancient capital will usher in victory!

"Attack his throat, which is the key point of the corpse of the mountain."

As soon as Han Ji finished speaking, each and every destructive magic came out with powerful momentum toward the corpse on the mountain!

Even though blood flowed like a river, even though his body was seriously injured, the corpse on the mountain remained motionless, as if he didn't know how to retreat.

Facing the various destructive magics that surged forward, the destructive elements that burst out when they collided could directly wipe out a little monarch in an instant, and he did not show any fear or retreat.

At this moment, a black vortex suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain corpse, and all the destructive magic was absorbed into it.

Only then did everyone realize that above the corpse of the mountain, a figure appeared in a simple armored robe, with his entire face shrouded in dark mist.

She raised her hand and pointed at the black vortex above her head, and all the absorbed majestic destructive magic rushed out of the black vortex, instantly shattering half of the thick black rain clouds in the sky.

Then four more people fell into the whirlpool.

"Ding Yumian, Monkey, Su Xiaoluo, Instructor Zhankong!" Mo Fan, who had been released from demonization and became extremely weak, looked at the two people in the middle who had fallen out and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he saw the third one, he suddenly stared. Big eyes.

Then his vision went dark and he fainted. Han Ji and others stared at the man standing on top of the corpse on the mountain. They were all so shocked that they couldn't make a sound, and the color of death just climbed onto their cheeks.

"let's go."

Then they heard a clear and cold voice coming from the armored robe, but they were stunned again. Apart from the surprise, Han Ji felt that the voice and the figure were somewhat familiar.

Bai Mo nodded slightly towards the corpse on the mountain peak and the evil body Yu Mian who turned away above him. When he saw those clear eyes, he knew that they succeeded.

Watching the dead king disappear on the horizon, the rolling sea of ​​the undead also disappeared under the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, retreating back to the world of the dead.

Bai Mo turned around and looked at the countless remnants and spirits falling on the battlefield. He waved slightly, and suddenly a river of souls gathered together, and countless souls began to gather in the dead soul vessel.

This battle did not use space-based attacks, so there were not many souls. When the number of souls reached five thousand, Bai Mo was slightly startled.

He felt that the number of souls that could be stored in the soul vessel had reached the upper limit.

"point!"

With a thought, Bai Mo kept the essence, the commander-level remnant soul, and poured out the rest.

After doing this, he exited the state of divine presence, and the majestic white mark between his eyebrows disappeared. Facing the doubtful looks of Han Ji and others, Bai Mo's expression became indifferent, and his tone became emotionless.

"This is my dimensional talent, and it comes at a high cost. My current state is also one of the costs."

"I don't know what the price is. As the benefactor of the ancient capital, we are willing to do our part." Li Deming, the head of the Li family, said at this time.

Bai Mo looked at Li Deming with an indifferent look like a god looking down at a mortal, like a child watching an ant being crushed to pieces, but did not answer.

When Li Deming saw him like this, he suddenly felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to Tian Ling Gai. He was speechless. He remembered Bai Mo's powerful posture just now, and immediately laughed in embarrassment, but he was thinking about how to build a good relationship.

Silently glanced around and saw that the super-order guarding the city was also coming, and Leng Qing was also coming. Bai Mo stood next to Han Ji, and then continued to say in a dead voice:

"When I used my talent to develop my music system just now, I could feel the sound of everyone's soul. I found Salang."

"Sa Lang!" After hearing this, everyone's attention was diverted, and Han Ji couldn't wait to ask, "Who is Sa Lang?"

"Elder of the Hunter Alliance, Ling Xi." Bai Mo locked his eyes on a beautiful woman next to Zuo Feng. Ironically, Ling Xi was also a member of the team that defeated the tyrant Guixin.

"Lingxi!"

Han Ji's eyes instantly locked onto Ling Xi, and at the same time, several super-level people around him were also full of momentum. The power and strength that Bai Mo had just exploded were too powerful and incredible, and the music system was indeed mysterious and unpredictable, and they could not tolerate disbelief.

But faced with the imposing aura of the seven or eight super-level people around him, Ling Xi didn't seem to be afraid. He didn't have the anger of a normal person being slandered, nor the panic of having his identity discovered.

After admiring everyone's expressions with a nonchalant look, he looked at the tangled look of the guy named Zuo Feng next to him and smiled softly, "You just believe him like this? I am an elder of the Hunter Alliance."

"Are you right? Of course we have a way to identify it and take it down!" Han Ji waved his hand and was not moved at all.

The Imperial Guard Mage Yaoting was the first to respond. A spatial cage was created to trap Ling Xi, while everyone else around him also used restrictive spells.

"You alone want to control me?" Ling Xi's voice suddenly turned cold. Of course she couldn't be caught here, and not everyone in the trial would be freeloaders.

"puff!"

"Puff!!"

At this moment, several ultra-level mages who had originally attacked Ling Xi spat out a mouthful of black poisonous blood, and the magic they were about to use was instantly interrupted.

"When!" Zuo Feng spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood in disbelief. It was all black and full of insects, and his face was full of disbelief.

Mouth after mouthful of blood flowed out more than before. If you spit it out like this, it won't take long before you lose too much and die!

"Grrrr~~, you guys should take your time and play with my little bugs. If you want to catch me, Salang, you're still far away!"

Ling Xi, who should be Sa Lang at this time, chuckled and said, taking advantage of the crowd's attention being attracted by his silverfish, the wings of wind instantly unfolded behind her, and the whole person left quickly.

She had no intention of taking the opportunity to fight back. Not to mention her lack of strength, only a few super-level people present who were usually close to her were poisoned, and the others were fine.

Mo Fan, Bai Mo. She remembered both names.

Someone wanted to chase them, but was stopped by Han Ji, who was treating several super-level mages who were vomiting blood. "Don't chase the poor ones. I'll check them for you. This poison is very overbearing."

Hearing this, the super mages headed by Zhu Meng hesitated for a moment, but did not catch up after all.

Zhu Meng came to Han Ji and said in a serious tone, "Now that she has appeared, I don't believe that she can escape from the net of Jiuzhou. I will immediately notify all magic organizations across the country to track down and strangle the Black Vatican and Sa Long!"

"That's right, but we'd better let President Han check it out." Li Deming stroked his beard, "Old man, I just got my grandson in my arms, so I can't die inexplicably!"

On the other hand, Bai Mo remained expressionless as he watched Sa Long escape.

Ding Yumian and Leng Qing walked to his side. Although Leng Qing saw him like this for the first time, he just guessed that this was not a good thing.

"How are you?" She grabbed Bai Mo's hand and asked with concern.

Bai Mo glanced at her and then at Ding Yumian indifferently, feeling that he was not interested in anything, so he just nodded as usual, "It's okay, let's talk about it when we get back."

After saying this, they returned to the ancient capital.

(End of this chapter)