Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 213: Changing cognition, token horns

When the three of them arrived at the villa arranged by the Tribunal for Leng Qing in the ancient capital, Bai Mo closed his eyes and carefully felt his current state.

To be honest, he felt a strong sense of separation. He thought he was very powerful mentally, but his body was weak and he couldn't even feel the magic energy.

The consciousness sank into the boundless darkness and came to the spiritual world. Four galaxies were surrounding the divine light up, down, left and right.

At a glance, he found that the divine light was still the same, but when his mind wanted to sink into it. But was excluded.

Bai Mo is probably trying to absorb pure energy like the Galaxy Heavenly Vein, which may also be related to his current state.

His eyes turned to his magic system.

The silver space galaxy, the moonlit summoning galaxy, and the musical galaxy made of musical notes all dimmed, like a dead starry sky.

A thick layer of gray mist enveloped the three galaxies, making it difficult for him to transmit his thoughts into them. He could neither mobilize the stars nor the magic energy.

This was expected. The arrival of the gods seemed to be related to the laws of dimensions. At that moment, Bai Mo really felt that the laws of dimensions were within his grasp.

There is also the question of whether the ancient king has any valuable relics. The word "ancient capital" is enough to indicate the heritage of this place.

Recalling the forgotten memories when he traveled through time, Bai Mo vaguely guessed that his so-called divine presence might allow him to master the corresponding laws or part of the power of the laws at a certain time.

Instead of trying to fight against this power, she began to examine Bai Mo's soul condition and deduce the possible impact of this soul turmoil and chaos.

Bai Mo turned his attention to the wind element, which looked normal.

Leng Qing's eyes moved slightly. This was not a big trouble, but she just needed to keep an eye on her. She also knew that Bai Mo before was different from now.

"Is there anything else?"

It's just that every time Bai Mo's soul changes too suddenly, the overall manifestation is a loss of emotion, and other side symptoms have not had time to show up.

"What impact?" Leng Qing asked.

Ding Yumian and Leng Qing looked at each other helplessly, "It was the same after he was in that state last time, but this time it seems to be more serious."

"Well, let's check it out." Leng Qing nodded slightly. She also cultivated the spiritual system herself, so she could naturally feel it. Bai Mo could only say that there was no fluctuation in his mind at this time.

Therefore, the soul will change after each use. After all, his current soul is not strong. How can he withstand the coming of the law? It is like a child playing with a machete. Even if the tiger is powerful, he will be tired enough, and may even be injured. Strain the body.

"Yes." Ding Yumian pursed his lips, "His soul is now in chaos. In addition to the indifference shown just now, the impact of this chaos will be a little bit different every time his chaotic soul recovers. This kind of The cumulative impact may cause his self-perception to change at a certain point in time and do something unimaginable."

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that every time his state of divine presence is actually not lasting.

He reached out and pointed out the window, and the wind instantly turned into sword energy, breaking the airflow and making a thin sword mark on the tree outside the window.

Ding Yumian asked, with tiredness on his brows, but still staring at him closely. Leng Qing did the same. When Bai Mo just closed his eyes and felt himself, she had already learned about Bai Mo's state from Ding Yumian.

A force of soul left the body directly and followed the physical contact to Bai Mo's body. He glanced at a dim galaxy. The gray mist was the appearance of soul chaos.

"The music system, summoning system, and space system cannot be used for the time being. The power of wind and earth magic has become weaker, just like last time."

That's why she needed to extrapolate the symptoms so she could deal with them at the time.

Opening his eyes again, Ding Yumian looked at Leng Qing, who was watching on the sofa next to him.

Now that she is stronger, she explores the power of her soul and tries to stabilize Zhehong's chaos, but finds a force stopping her.

"His symptoms are more severe this time, and it is expected that it will take about three months to recover. At the same time, the chaos in the soul also has some side effects."

But now he couldn't show any interest in these things. He just lay on the sofa and closed his eyes. "Yu Mian, please check my soul for me and tell me when I wake up."

Ding Yumian walked up to Bai Mo and sat down, lifting his upper body and placing it on his knees, and placed a pair of palms on his forehead.

As long as it is a life, as long as it has a soul, it will have mental fluctuations. Even if a tree is suddenly attacked, there will be weak resentment, let alone a human being.

This is the power that can only be exerted by wind without spiritual seeds. Just like last time, after the arrival of God, his soul was affected, and the power of the only magic he could still use was greatly reduced.

As she continued to dive in, she felt Bai Mo's soul. The soul at this time was much stronger and complete than before, but it was more chaotic than before. This chaos was not man-made.

"Temporary amnesia?"

As an expert in this field, Ding Yumian knows that the soul is special, and every change in it has a different impact.

After saying that, he had no intention of fighting against the sleepiness and fell asleep smoothly.

"How are you doing now?"

"In normal times, the main effect is sleepiness."

He glanced at the two of them. According to his usual thoughts, since Ding Yumian had temporarily conquered the ancient king's armor robe, he definitely wanted to ask about the situation.

Therefore, any spiritual mage with a higher level of cultivation would notice something abnormal in Bai Mo's current state.

But this time, after all, there are too many differences from the one Ding Yumian mentioned. There are two more elements used, and there are also changes in cultivation and spiritual realm.

Bai Mo said in a calm voice, "I'm also a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Last time it was relatively mild, and the accompanying symptoms may not be obvious, so they were not revealed. This time the soul chaos is widespread, so the accompanying symptoms will definitely appear.

"His memory may change at a certain point in time due to the soul's own self-regulation. For example, he may not recognize you and me, or may not know who he is at all. In short, he may suddenly lose a memory, and then after the soul's self-regulation, recover."

Frowning her eyebrows, Ding Yumian felt that the power was far more powerful than her talent for death. It was the feeling that made her feel that the power of death was suppressed when they first met.

He opened his eyes and raised his hand, wisps of pale white wind lingering around his fingertips.

At the same time, through the speed of his soul's self-recovery, Ding Yumian can also judge how long it will take for him to fully recover.

The summoning system cannot be used, which means that the wind spirit cannot come out, and Daju is breaking out of his slumber, so it doesn't matter.

Hearing this, Leng Qing frowned and glanced at Bai Oh, who was sleeping peacefully, "It seems like we should keep an eye on him!"

Changes in self-understanding can be big or small.

At a young age, you may just feel that you are a bad person and do things that are ridiculous. Speaking more seriously, if he felt that he was a big devil, the kind that brought harm to the world, and took action, it would be detrimental to Bai Mo's current reputation.

"Yeah!" Ding Yumian's eyes flickered and he nodded heavily.

"I will stay in the ancient capital to arrest the Black Church during this period. Three months is just right. You can stay with me so that I can take care of me."

Leng Qing pondered for a moment, then continued, "I will talk to that old guy Han Ji about his state and ask them to make some compensation. If it is just a talent, it will inevitably arouse people's jealousy."

"Okay." Ding Yumian also nodded, agreeing with Leng Qing's words.

She had no intention of leaving the ancient capital during this period. Bai Mo's state of divine presence was seen by too many people, so she didn't know if she had any plans.

But no matter what, she could better protect Bai Mo by staying in the ancient capital just in case.

Although no one in the evil body can fully control the power of the ancient king's armor, it is not a problem to come out and threaten it.

The night is dark.

The empty villa was bright. Leng Qing was remotely handling the affairs of the trial, while Ding Yumian was practicing.

It could be seen that strands of blood-black gas flew out of her body uncontrollably, and were quickly taken back by her.

A pair of bright and indifferent eyes opened, Bai Mo sat up on the sofa, feeling a little sore in his back, but he remained indifferent.

He glanced at the environment inside the room, leaning towards the classical Chinese decoration. The bright lights made him squint, and then he looked at Leng Qing who was busy and asked:

"How long have I slept?"

"One day." Leng Qing raised his eyes and said, "Would you like something to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I'll do it myself." Bai Mo said, "What's wrong with my soul?"

Leng Qing repeated Ding Yumian's words word for word.

"In this way, I feel okay. As long as you keep an eye on me during this period and don't let some idle people challenge me, there shouldn't be any problems."

Bai Mo nodded slightly and went over his situation in his mind. Then he said, "I'm going out to buy something."

"I'm with you." Leng Qing stood up immediately.

With a slight nod, the two of them went to the ancient capital auction house after dinner.

There were no casualties or damage in the inner city, so after the undead army retreated, it was still busy with traffic.

No one recognized Bai Mo. For his safety, Han Ji and others kept the matter secret.

Arriving at the auction house in the ancient capital, Bai Mo first bought a Veins of the Galaxy. After absorbing it in front of Leng Qing, he found that the divine light had conveyed to him for the first time a message similar to what he still needed, so he participated in several more games with Veins of the Galaxy. Auction sale.

After feeding Shen Guang ten pieces of Galaxy Vein in total, Bai Mo no longer felt any strange movement in it.

Because he didn't have enough money, Bai Mo also sold a commander-level spirit.

Leng Qing watched the whole process without saying anything. In her opinion, Bai Mo should be accumulating energy for the next time he sees that state.

Ten galactic veins! Leng Qing's eyes moved. One billion dollars was a huge sum no matter where it was placed. She hadn't had time to tell Han Ji and others the price of Bai Mo's state.

Now it seems that this can also be added. After all, this is traceable. You can add a little more galactic veins, and then talk about the soul turmoil that will become light and lethargic. I believe it can also be done. An explanation to those with ulterior motives.

In fact, with Bai Mo's current achievements, it doesn't matter if he doesn't explain. Even if there are people like that, Han Ji's hurdle is difficult for many people to get through, but Leng Qing likes to nip trouble in the bud.

Just as the two of them walked out of the auction hall and were about to go back, they suddenly heard a shout from nearby.

"Sister Qing, I didn't expect to see you here."

The two stopped and looked to the left in the direction of the sound. They saw a man wearing a casual windbreaker, black glasses, and a beret. A very elegantly dressed young man came over.

The young man's face had a somewhat feminine and melancholic handsomeness, and he came to the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Sister Qing, long time no see. I was transferred here by the Ancient Capital Trial Council to perform a mission. I didn't expect you to be here too."

When the young man said that he was transferred here, there was a bit of arrogance on his face. When he said the next part, his eyes looked at Leng Qing with burning eyes. His face seemed to show the respect of the younger generation for his elders, but everyone could see it in his eyes. Admiration.

Some passers-by around looked surprised when they heard the word "trial meeting".

"You are... Mu Feng, are you the judge?"

Leng Qing thought for a moment and then remembered who the person in front of her was. A judge she had led before seemed to belong to the Mu clan of the imperial capital.

"No, Sister Qing, I have become an inspector now." Mu Feng said with a somewhat arrogant smile. The inspector is the supervisory agency within the Trial Council, but it is more difficult to do than the judge.

After saying that, he looked at Leng Qing and said, "Sister Qing, why don't we have a meal together, so I can thank you for your teachings in the past."

The possessive admiration in those eyes was not concealed at all, and everyone present looked at them with blessings. The inspector and the judge were a match made in heaven.

"Call me Leng Qing, or the presiding judge."

Leng Qing frowned and her voice became more formal. When she was leading Mu Feng, she realized that this man was a playboy, and now he actually had his mind set on her.

"Since you are transferred here to supervise the handling of cases by the Ancient Capital Trial Council, you should do your best. I still have many things to deal with."

"Hey, Leng Qing, you can take care of things while eating. This is your brother, right?" Mu Feng said, casting his eyes on Bai Mo, who had been watching indifferently.

"Just think of me as inviting your brother to dinner so that we young people can get to know each other."

"No need, I can afford to eat." Bai Mo said lightly, he held Leng Qing's hand, "She is my girlfriend, if you don't accept it, you can hold it in."

After Bai Mo finished speaking, he pulled Leng Qing away with a calm expression.

"Pfft." A waiter who was doing hygiene nearby couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Mu Feng glared at him, and all the humiliation surged out at that moment.

"I'm not laughing." The waiter looked serious.

"Call your auction house manager!" "I am the boss behind the scenes. What can you do?"

Leng Qing and Bai Mo walked side by side, looking at Bai Mo's expression as they walked.

"Didn't Yumian say you have no feelings now?"

"That won't let you get entangled with that guy, and I really don't want to eat with him." Bai Mo said.

"He is from the Mu clan in the imperial capital. He used to be a judge. I took him under my wing for a while."

"Oh" Bai Mo nodded slightly. The Mu family in the imperial capital had never heard of this person. It seemed that he was here to put an end to Mu He's affairs.

As a member of the side branch of the Mu family, Mu He is actually the Grand Deacon Hujin of the Black Vatican. This makes people doubt the Mu family.

Obviously, the Mu family was well-informed and sent someone to deal with the matter immediately.

This time he just had a bad relationship with Mu Feng. It was hard to say whether he would offend the Mu family. After all, the people in this family had their brains damaged by practicing Bing.

He is not afraid of the Mu family, but he has a family behind him. More importantly, if the Bai family wants to go further and transform from an aristocratic family to an aristocratic family, they will inevitably have to confront aristocratic families like the Mu family.

After finishing these thoughts, Bai Mo began to think about his own situation. His past three months could not be a completely empty period.

Now that the control of the earth element has improved, let's practice the earth element well, and also use the sleepy god glasses given by Dean Xiao.

You can wear it again.

After a week without incident, Bai Mo found that his sleepiness seemed to have no fixed period, and once he actually slept for a whole day and a whole night.

Han Ji knew that Bai Mo was not in good condition recently, so he specially picked a time when he was free to come to visit.

"This time I mainly want to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the ancient capital." Han Ji got straight to the point and explained his purpose.

"I know, let me know if you have any treasures. I have a very high vision." Bai Mo shook his head, said in a leisurely manner, and raised his hand to pour a glass of water for Han Ji.

"There is not much else in the ancient capital. There are many undead corpses and magic tools made from the undead corpses. I have chosen a high-quality suit for you." Han Ji said.

"Let's change it. Our Bai family has no shortage of magic tools," Bai Mo said expressionlessly. If he was in a normal state, he might take a look, but now he is not.

Han Ji was not surprised by this, nor was he angry at his attitude. After all, he was doing this for the sake of the ancient capital.

He came here with a lot of things this time, and he originally wanted to let Bai Mo choose. After thinking about it, Han Ji took out a crystal clear stone with silver brilliance.

"The Wild Goose Pagoda is a holy place for cultivation in the ancient capital. There is a space-receiving array on the top of the Wild Goose Pagoda, which is used to receive the space-time energy outside the square mirror in the sky. This is a dimension formed by the condensation of space-time energy. Stone, it should be useful to you."

Bai Mo glanced at the dimensional stone. It was only the size of a thumb, but he did feel the majestic space energy. He put it away silently and nodded slightly.

"This is enough."

Hearing this, Han Ji shook his head. Thinking that Leng Qing said that Bai Mo's state requires twenty-one galactic veins to activate, he felt that this child was still too simple. This time, one yuan stone can be condensed in five years, so Not very rare.

But when he thought of Bai Mo buying ten Galaxy Veins in the ancient capital with a wave of his hand, he was not sure what to give him. Some of the things he could buy with money felt that Bai Mo couldn't use them at all, and they couldn't represent the ancient capital's wishes.

"To be honest, we don't know what you need. All Gudu can bring to you is the support of millions of people, but that's not enough."

Han Ji sighed slightly. Mo Fan had any instructions to allow the wild growth, but Bai Mo didn't say anything, so he had to ask him personally.

"Bai Mo, you are lacking something right now. You can tell me that if you have it in ancient times, I will definitely bring it to you."

Hearing this, Bai Mo was not polite. As every powerful mage grows up, there will be no lack of support from the forces behind him. Only with comings and goings will the relationship become closer.

Therefore, he said bluntly: "Is there a method that can increase the contract space or dimensional summoning position? Mr. Han, you also know my talent."

"We considered this for you in the first place."

Han Ji smiled bitterly when he heard this, and continued, "Unfortunately, this kind of method and equipment did not exist in the ancient capital. Things with this kind of effect are often made by some great summoners with the same talent. Such summoners, It’s just so scarce.”

"Is there a mind stone?"

"No." Han Ji shook his head helplessly. Before he came, he knew that Bai Mo would ask about these two things. Unfortunately, the Nian Stone has long been a rare treasure. The market price has been sold for billions, but it is not necessarily billions. There are some for sale, and the last one in the ancient capital has already been used.

Bai Mo thought for a while and stopped asking about these diluted treasures. He remembered that when he collected the dead souls, the capacity of the dead soul container reached the upper limit.

I think every soul vessel has an upper limit, but totem vessels don't have this problem, but totem vessels are so easy to get.

It had to be great opportunity and great luck, so he said, "I'm looking for totems. Are there any clues about this?"

Han Ji nodded slightly. After knowing that Bai Mo was a totem guardian, he brought the totem-related things from the ancient capital.

Many of them are said to be related to totems. Han Ji is not a historian and does not know much about this. Totems have been around for thousands of years. There are only two in the ancient capital. He took out the two things hidden deep in the ancient capital. .

A bronze token with a strange pattern. At first glance it looked like the scales of something. The other was a scimitar-shaped horn, which made people wonder if it was something used by someone to hold water for drinking in ancient times.

"More than a year ago, a person who was also keen on searching for totems came to borrow these two things from me for viewing."

Han Ji paused, then continued, "This token is said to be an item from the Pre-Qin period. Sometimes it flickers for some unknown reason. And this horn is a cow's horn, which is said to be a phonological forbidden spell a thousand years ago. Relics.”

After summarizing the origins of the two totem-related things, Han Ji waved his hand again, and a large amount of information appeared on the coffee table.

"This is the specific record of these two things in our ancient capital. There are also some speculations and arguments. You can read them."

"This is enough." Bai Mo nodded slightly.

After talking about his thanks, Han Ji looked around and directly used magic energy to form an isolation barrier.

He glanced at Ding Yumian, who was sitting upright, and asked quietly, "The figure on the corpse on the mountain that day always seemed familiar to me."

Blinking his eyes, Bai Mo put a knowing smile on his face. He did not give a reply to this sentence, but said calmly:

"Some undead are born to be bloodthirsty and violent. It is difficult for them to obey the orders of the ancient king."

"The ancient capital also needs undead." Han Ji didn't take it seriously and also smiled, "Especially near the Qinling Mountains."

"Well, it's better for Mr. Han to discuss these arrangements with the Magic Association." Bai Mo nodded slightly and picked up an information book about these two things.

With a gentle smile, Han Ji stood up and said, "I'm going to leave first. You can live well in the ancient capital and no one will disturb you."

Bai Mo watched him leave, and then continued to flip through the information in his hand. Although the token looked like the scales of some creature, according to the information, it was actually made of the nails of some kind of creature.

There are delicate and complex lines on it, and there are also rubbings on the data. Bai Mo guessed that it should be the totem lines of this totem, but it seems that the rubbings are not complete. It seems that the nails on the hands are not complete.

"See if you can take a picture with Bai Ze's Hundred Beasts Chart?" Bai Mo gestured to Ding Yumian, who was sitting quietly on the side and picked up a book of information to open, and handed the tokens and horns on the table to Ding Yumian.

Nodding slightly, Ding Yumian said, "Sister Leng Qing said she called Lingling over to look at you."

"No need, I haven't had any special reactions these days." Bai Mo didn't want to be taken care of by a primary school student.

Ding Yumian didn't say anything more, just held up the Baize pendant between his neck, and then saw a crystal light beam scattered on the horns on the table in front of him.

There was no response. The two of them were not in a hurry. They watched quietly as the light continued to hit the horn of the beast. After waiting for half an hour, there was still no reaction.

The room was silent, with only two people who looked like wooden sculptures sitting quietly, looking at an animal horn on the table, looking a little silly.

"It seems it won't work, or the owner of this horn is still alive."

Bai Mo said calmly, and pointed to the token with an inscription engraved on the front, "Try this."

"Okay." Nodding, Ding Yumian put away the light directed at the horn and landed it on the token.

This time it only took a minute for the token and the suspended totem device to react. Then a star-like light flashed on the token, and the Baize totem device turned into the size of an ordinary LCD TV.

In the misty light, a dark night sky appeared, but there was only a dark night sky, and nothing could be seen in the dark sky.

Suddenly, in the middle of the dark sky, four or five stars shined, forming a shape like a ladder, and then released their brilliance!

The dazzling starlight instantly illuminated the entire dark sky, and the shining starlight intertwined into a huge face that could fill the entire sky.

The face looked like a cat, somewhere between a bear and a dog. Before the two of them could take a closer look, they saw that the face made of stars suddenly fell downwards.

The bright starlight almost brought dawn to the earth, and the same light almost covered the entire visible part of the scroll.

When the light dissipated, a towering city gate appeared in front of them, with flags hanging on the wall.

The screen suddenly disappeared when it came here. Ding Yumian and Bai Mo looked at each other and said softly, "This token is really made from a certain body part of a totem."

"Yes." Bai Mo nodded, took out a piece of white paper and drew a rough sketch of the animal face made of starlight.

Finally finding that the difference was too big, he threw it away again, wondering what it was.

"This token should be related to that city gate. It may be the city gate order or something else." Ding Yumian said softly, and then said, "I just took a picture of the inscription on the front and showed it to Lingling."

"What did Lingling say?"

"The word Nian Di is often used to refer to a human tribe in ancient times. It may also be the name of the city gate." Ding Yumian repeated Lingling's words.

"It's also possible that this totem is called Di." Bai Mo guessed wildly.

"possible."

Bai Mo continued to pick up a book of information. It looked like information, but it could also be said to be the research notes of previous people who were interested in totems, as well as some annotations derived from certain books and certain sentences.

In short, it is not very systematic, and there is not much that is really related to this token and the horn.

"What's going on with your evil body now?" Bai Mo asked while rummaging through the information.

"My will has won, and the evil body will not be occupied by the remnant soul of the ancient king for the time being."

Ding Yumian also took out a book of information to help him find useful information.

"temporary?"

"Well, the power contained in the ancient king's armor is too powerful. With my current spirit, I can't control it. Although I blocked its first devouring of the soul, it is still using the power of the armor to erode me. "

"With my current level of cultivation, I can only continue to fight against it. When the forbidden curse comes, I will be able to fully master the power of the armor. Now the evil body can only sit on the throne of the ancient king and secretly fight against it."

Ding Yumian gave an overview of the evil god's situation. Bai Mo nodded slightly after listening, but it was not much different from what he expected.

"What level of spiritual cultivation are you at now?"

"Just advanced to the third level." In front of Bai Mo, Ding Yumian had nothing to hide and said directly.

Bai Mo was not surprised by this, but just in case, he still said, "If you can't stop it, can you abandon the incarnation? What will happen if you abandon it?"

"It can be discarded. The incarnation is formed from the source of my evil destiny. I can control it and dissipate it. After discarding the evil body, the armor will become what we saw when we first entered the tomb."

Ding Yumian finished speaking slowly and then looked at Bai Mo, "There are many good things in the ancient king's dead palace, which may be helpful to you, especially the wind on the bridge of narrow escape."

Hearing this, Bai Mo nodded slightly. He also felt that he was an emperor after all. How could he not have some treasures? Even if there were not, the entire land of the dead in the ancient capital was so vast and overlapping. After the death of the ancestors, there would be no treasures. Did you take such a treasure to be buried?

He didn't know where these things were, but the undead should know, right?

However, he was in a bad state now, so it was better to be patient, so he said, "We will go again when I get better."

The room was brightly lit, and Bai Mo was playing with the horn. According to the records Han Ji had brought, it was the horn of some kind of bovine demon.

As for the great master of the phonology system, the records are brief, but there is no information about the function of this horn.

Perhaps even the sound mage didn't discover its function, so he kept it, but one thing is that it is indestructible to swords, and even the forging mage's flames and thunder can't do anything about it.

It is precisely because of this that this horn, which is like a biscuit that cannot be bitten, has been preserved until now.

It's a pity that his phonology is blocked, otherwise he would also like to try to see if his phonology can work.

People play various identities in this world, and more or less they all think that they are the special one.

(End of this chapter)