Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 217 Huashan Old Taoist, Origin of the Undead

Leng Qing didn't want him to run out again. God knew what he would think of himself next time.

Ding Yumian actually spent most of this time immersed in cultivation.

On the one hand, she needs to quickly improve her curse and spiritual skills so that the evil body can become stronger. The strengthening of her cultivation will also make their connection closer, allowing her to provide more help.

On the other hand, it was while the suppressed remnant soul of the ancient king was in a weak period that it had not yet accumulated the strength to interfere and corrode her next time.

Accumulate her own soul power and life force to deal with the next erosion of the residual soul.

The power of the armor is powerful, but it only obeys the orders of one soul, and its host now has two souls.

Therefore, it listens to the ancient king more and accepts the ancient king's remnant soul, so that it can fully master this armor.

But the remnant soul of the ancient king in the armor is completely a dead soul and does not have the ability to communicate normally. Once she accepts it, she doesn't know what she will become, so she doesn't dare to let him merge with herself.

Therefore, Ding Yumian has not mastered the armor robe now. The rescue of the mountain corpse was just a mutual agreement between the two parties.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Mo looked at her.

After all, the magic system comes from the soul, so for the sake of safety, Bai Mo decided to wait until he was completely recovered before considering it.

On the right, a little lolita with twin tails who looked two or three years younger than herself was lying on the sofa looking at the computer. On the computer screen was a map with colorful annotations that made people dizzy.

What she has to do next is to strengthen herself, preserve her evil body and evil soul, expel the remnant soul of the ancient king, and gain the power of the armor bit by bit. The power of life can isolate part of the connection between the ancient king's remnant soul and the armor, so that it cannot completely borrow the power of the armor to attack her, otherwise it will be really difficult to resist.

A pair of long legs overlapped together, appearing slender and straight against the backdrop of loose and close-fitting trousers. The exposed ankle was slender, and connected to the sole of the foot exposed to the air, it was crystal clear and beautiful, with transparent skin and an ivory-like color.

Sitting up, Bai Mo hesitated, frowned, and finally asked, "Where is this place and who are you?"

"Then how did we meet?" Bai Mo looked at their ID cards, and then saw his current appearance through the reflection of the TV.

Later I found out that they were all family members of the judge.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a little confused.

"Leng Qing, Lingling!?" Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at them again, as well as his own amnesia.

There was a sense of solemnity between the brows, and his eyes were as cold as autumn leaves in the cold pond, but they also revealed a leisurely attitude.

"I am Leng Qing, she is Lingling, and this is my villa in the ancient capital. It seems that you have lost your memory again."

Hearing this, Leng Qing raised his head, put aside the recent investigation report from Lingyin Temple about the Mu family's practice of forbidden arts, and looked at Bai Mo.

Bai Mo asked a long list of questions, and he easily accepted his amnesia.

And Bai Mo was not idle either. After the space system was restored, he focused all his energy on the space system.

Looking at the expression on his face, it became clear instantly.

What is this place?

Looking around, he saw the unfamiliar living room. The decoration was not luxurious, it was simply furnished, and there was not much atmosphere of life. It looked like a temporary residence.

It's somewhat similar to myself, but a lot bigger. So I had some faith.

Then he hesitated and asked, "What is our relationship?"

Leng Qing nodded slightly and pointed at Lingling, "She is your partner."

Rows of villa courtyards were hung with cured meats. Bai Mo was sometimes curious as to why there were so many old people in the residences arranged by the Judgment Council.

January 20th in the Gregorian calendar is a great cold day.

"These are my and my sister's ID cards. Do you want to take a look?"

"Fourteen." Bai Mo answered, and then heard Lingling said, "I don't need to say it, right?"

Lingling sat up with a look of interest on her face. She was a little curious as to when Bai Mo came out this time.

"You really are?"

Bai Mo nodded again and asked hesitantly, "How long will I lose my memory?"

"You came to Qingtian Hunting Center and wanted to join. I happened to be there that day." Leng Qing heard the words and smiled, "You were like this that day, looking at me from top to bottom. At that time, you should be in the first year of high school. Now you are How old are you?"

"What do you think?" Leng Qing looked at him with a half-smile.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, a little proud. He didn't expect that he was a high-level mage.

He was covered with a blanket, the quality of which was very good, it should be the fur of some kind of demon.

But considering that his current soul state is unstable, and the so-called galaxy breakthrough, in essence, it can be said to be a process of soul growth.

Her body was uneven, and even though she was sitting lazily like that, her tall figure that couldn't be covered by loose clothes made people's eyes wander involuntarily.

The space system is now close to the bottleneck of the advanced level, and Bai Mo feels that with the dimensional stone given by Han Ji, he can break through at any time.

On the single sofa on the other side, a woman wearing home clothes was sitting, flipping through some information in her hand.

"Well, how did I lose my memory? Have I lost my memory before? Can this kind of amnesia be restored?"

After eating glutinous rice balls in the morning, Bai Mo took advantage of the warm feeling and took a deep sleep.

"You also experienced amnesia before. This state can be restored." Lingling roughly told him about his amnesia and the reasons for it.

He did not believe it, and there was no panic on his face. He leaned his body on the sofa and asked in a lazy tone:

Not a few days anyway.

But it seems inappropriate recently, after all, I don’t even know them.

"I don't know. It's up to you. It's only for one day at most. Do you want to experience your current magic?" Lingling's eyes were bright, observing Bai Mo's current expression.

He didn't seem to care whether he had lost his memory or not, he just maintained an indifferent attitude.

Then I heard him say, "No, I want to go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll call Yu Mian." Leng Qing got up and went upstairs.

"Yumian?" Bai Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he directed his eyes at Lingling.

"You're a scumbag."

In one sentence, Bai Mo understood, and he retorted, "I'm not right now, you can wait until my memory recovers."

"No, you are too thick-skinned, I am too lazy to say it."

"It doesn't matter, I'm too lazy to listen. It's useless for you to tell me." Bai Mo turned his head.

"Where are you going?"

"Taihua Mountain."

One hundred and twenty kilometers east of the ancient capital, Taihua Mountain is located.

Looking at the towering peaks where the sword is in danger, a majestic aura of overlooking the heaven and earth instantly fills my heart.

At the top of the West Peak, Leng Qing brought Bai Mo and others here.

Looking back in the blink of an eye, I can touch the clouds with my hand. The white clouds in front of me have formed hundreds of thousands of mountains, one after another, one after another. When the wind blows, they annihilate each other.

Standing at such a high place, it seems that all of Kyushu is within sight.

"Why do you want to come to Huashan?" Lingling asked. "I heard that there is a Taoist priest here. Come and meet him." Bai Mo looked away and said to the old man in Taoist robes who suddenly walked out of the clouds and mist on the other side of the cliff:

"Old man, could you please take a photo for us?"

"You kid, is this why you came to me?" The old Taoist, who was shrouded in a blue robe, didn't expect Bai Mo's first words to be this, and he suddenly became angry.

"Take pictures first, and we'll talk about other things when I wake up."

"Yes." The old Taoist stroked his beard and casually took a beautiful group photo.

At the same time, Bai Mo's eyes gradually became clearer.

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

"The young man's dimensional aura is too strong."

The old Taoist said with a smile.

"Well, I always feel that I can go to another world." Bai Mo sat on the edge of the cliff where the Taoist priest was, not caring that he was 10,000 meters high in the sky.

"If you don't have the strength, it's better not to go." The old Taoist warned quietly, and then said meaningfully, "There are many mysteries of the dimension, and they need to be explored slowly. Children, let's practice here for a few days. There is also a mountain on the other side. Being about the same age as you, you should be able to chat."

After saying this, he looked at Ding Yumian again, pondered slightly, and sighed, "Wonderful!"

Then he walked leisurely down the mountain.

During this period of time, Ding Yumian and others have figured out the pattern. Bai Mo's state of amnesia and cognitive changes caused by soul fluctuations will most likely be stable for a long time after it occurs once.

After obtaining the consent of the old Taoist, Bai Mo took a few people to live in Huashan.

Leng Qing left first. She still had many things to deal with and couldn't stay in the deserted Huashan Mountain every day.

On the top of the mountain, Bai Mo was running his own space system with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, I felt the sea of ​​spirit swaying slightly.

Taking a bird's eye view with his mind, he saw the last trace of gray mist dissipating on the galaxy of summons and music. At this moment, Bai Mo only felt that the original powerful force was back.

Calculating the time, more than two months have passed. I will be able to catch up with the Spring Festival after a trip to Shayuan and then back to the Demon City.

But before that, he had something he had been holding back for a long time and needed to finish.

Taking out the dimension stone, Bai Mo closed his eyes again.

At this moment, the dimensional stone melted like running water, and a huge flood of energy poured into his space system galaxy, rapidly expanding the territory of the Silver Galaxy.

Cross the high-level second level barrier without any pause and continue moving forward.

The space galaxy was like a beast that had been trapped for a long time. It suddenly escaped from its cage and moved forward uncontrollably. It didn't stop until it had traveled a certain distance at the second level of the advanced level.

Feeling this more powerful magic energy, Bai Mo also had a smile on his face.

In an unknown wilderness.

Under the leadership of Ding Yumian, Bai Mo met Sha Yuan again.

No matter how many times he looked at it, he would still be horrified by the dense sea of ​​thousands of dead souls and corpses inside.

Entering it, there is still a silent gray world and white tomb.

After passing the Endless Gallery, Bai Mo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Ding Yumian paused.

"what happened?"

"After I accepted the ancient king's armor robe, the paintings in these galleries changed. You can read it. The stories told above are a bit strange."

Hearing this, Bai Mo looked at the wall carefully and found that the picture on the wall had indeed changed.

Different from the previous majestic and majestic maiden in the flowing clouds, the painting at this time seems to be unfolding from the perspective of a bystander.

This mural is a combination of the chaos system and the spiritual system. Nothing can be seen from the surface. You need to put your mind into it and observe the painting with your heart.

Then Bai Mo's thoughts moved and he sank into the painting.

It was hazy for a while, then gradually became clear.

He looked down at the Nine Provinces Continent like a flying bird. He saw demons in turmoil, people's hearts fluctuating, human city-states scattered everywhere, and wars between demons and humans raging.

The angle of view was zoomed in, and we came to the land of Guanzhong. We saw that this place was surrounded by a long dragon lying on the ground. Demons were attacking from all sides, but we could not move forward at all.

No matter how close the distance was, a man in black clothes appeared. His face was blurred, but his temperament was particularly majestic. He was playing with a pendant in his hand.

Then Bai Mo's eyes dazzled, and his perspective turned into that of this man.

'It has been more than a thousand years since Heavenly Father established the Xingzi system. The holy city was first established and the laws were completed. The natural law of our nine states has withered. Now all the people are in danger. It is urgent to develop the Xingzi system. Only by adapting to the trend can we survive in the long run. '

The words the man muttered to himself rang in Bai Mo's heart, and then he saw a picture of a silkworm chrysalis turning into a cicada flashing by, and then an awakening radiance belonging to the undead system emerged from the man!

Then time changed, and before Bai Mo had time to wonder why the man suddenly woke up, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him was much older.

"I turn the world upside down and endow the dead with spirituality. Although they cannot come and go during the day, they can still relieve temporary dangers. I call them undead." '

As soon as the words finished in Bai Mo's heart, he saw a stone suddenly appearing in the man's hand that suddenly changed in many ways, but seemed to have not changed at all.

A star track connection

'When the dead come and go, there must be tombs with broken earth and dark winds that block the sun. This is called the shadow of the tomb. '

Then six more star tracks were seen flying, which together with the previous ones formed a strange picture.

"When the dark wind forms, the spirits of the dead emerge. This is the calling of spirits."

Bai Mo keenly discovered that the man's two sentences and the star track chart he constructed had different meanings. They seemed to be preaching and engraving. Every time he finished a sentence, the strange stone in his hand shone brightly. once.

The man's movements continued, and he flicked his fingers slightly, and the six-ray star map flew out, forming a constellation with the previous star map, which was ghostly and gloomy.

'When the spirit becomes, the yin gathers, and when the yin gathers, it becomes the spirit again. All spirits are in the palm of your hand. This is the tide of death. The spirit is extinguished and resentful, which is called the death curse! '

Bai Mo understood somewhat. This was talking about high-level undead magic, and there were roughly two methods. One was similar to the tide of undead summoned by the beast tide, and the other was to cast a powerful undead curse at the expense of a large number of undead. .

And then, the constellation in front of the man suddenly shattered, and countless stars flew around, forming a splendid star palace in a dazzling way, covering the sky with gloomy energy.

'The accumulation of soil forms mountains, the accumulation of water forms abyss, the tide of death is endless, and the spirit generals and ministers are endless. This is called the disaster of death! '

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man's sleeves flying, and the stone in his hand lit up with a brilliance more dazzling than the sun, directly turning into divine light and dissolving into the world.

Seeing this scene, the man was slightly startled, then smiled helplessly. The forbidden curse that was originally intended to be constructed was restrained, and the whole person returned to his original appearance.

'Forget it, the forbidden spell is inherently impermanent, and the Holy City can also set a super-level method, so why should I force it? If this variable falls, the law of a pool of stagnant water will never be able to completely control the changes in magic. '

After reading this, Bai Mo's eyes were dazzled again.

Then eight people suddenly flashed before their eyes, with a majestic aura, as if they were at the top of the human world.

They all have different expressions and different postures. The only thing they have in common is that they have mastered the ultimate power and can protect a city with one person.

And one of them, Bai Mo, remembered that it was the middle-aged man in linen clothes that Yu Mian had photographed with Bai Ze's Hundred Beasts Picture in the Xunfenghua Valley in the south.

At this time, they were all standing in front of the man in black clothes, and it was obvious that he was already a little old.

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(End of this chapter)