Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Chapter 349. Help Lao Feng open the door to 'fusion'

"How dare you, arrogant fellow, to act rashly here!!"

An even more powerful voice came down from above, and then a man in a white coat was seen descending on the wind.

Immediately, he looked at Mo Fan with caution.

"The person who did this has been killed by me. I am Mo Fan, and this is the badge." Mo Fan briefly told the mage the situation.

The White-Robed Wind Mage knew that the badge was not fake, and he had also heard of Mo Fan's name.

He immediately introduced himself: "I am Feng Zhoulong"

“You can do research. It just so happens that I’m very interested in this Shadow Element of this craftsman. Would you like to study it and get it for me?” Mo Fan said.

To be honest, the power of Night Fury is just that to Mo Fan.

However, with Ye Fu, Feng Zhoulong would be able to enter into the concept of fusion.

Feng Zhoulong also became interested when he heard this.

However, because Leng Qing was still injured, they went directly to the Magic Association. But even the healing magician could only barely control her dangerous condition and could not completely eliminate the dark matter in her body in a short time.

And just at this time, Xinxia called and it seemed that she was planning to come back and visit when she had time.

Leng Qing obviously needed Xinxia, ​​or someone from the Parthenon, to heal her. Moreover, if Beijiang died, Leng Jue would not let her go. If she was sent to the Parthenon, she would be safer with Xinxia's care.

Then, Mo Fan told Xinxia what happened here.

Although he also wanted to accompany Xinxia, ​​Leng Qing's life was obviously also very important.

After Xinxia learned that Leng Qing was in trouble, she immediately told Mo Fan that he would arrange for someone to come here to pick her up.
Two days later, the people from Parthenon were taken away by Leng Qing.

Mo Fan asked Lingling to go with him.

The reason was naturally to let her go and take care of Leng Qing.

After all, she was her biological sister, so Lingling had no other doubts. Although she wanted to expose the Vatican, Mo Fan said that her life was the most important thing at the moment.

Yes, Not Bad
He fooled the little girl again, but this time Mo Fan was going to Egypt, to the Pyramid of Khufu. He was going to open the door to the underworld!

Indeed, there are restrictions, but for Mo Fan, who possesses the ancient king's heritage, that restriction is naturally nothing.

But he did not leave in a hurry, but waited for another five days.
Until this day, Feng Zhoulong called him to the basement.

Feng Zhoulong, the head of the experimental base, mysteriously brought Mo Fan to a room that was completely isolated by white steel plates.

In front of Mo Fan was a four-layer transparent tempered glass. From this room, he could directly see a charred corpse placed on something that looked like an operating table.

Then, Feng Zhoulong told about the new world he discovered.
But Mo Fan had no interest in listening to this, so he interrupted and said, “I want his ability, why are you talking to me about this?”

"You young man, forget it, forget it. Let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, the craftsman you killed is a new one that will expand our magic field. Although I still don't understand why the two systems of craftsmanship were fused together to become one system, I think if we expand in this direction, there will definitely be new discoveries. Think about it, once fusion magic is born, the strength of our entire human race may be greatly increased, and we won't have to hide in the city anymore," Feng Zhoulong said excitedly. "Okay, if I meet someone with new ideas like you in the future, I will send them to you. What about the power I want now?" Mo Fan said.

"It has been figured out, but the soul of this humble craftsman is a big problem. It may cause fatal injuries to you," Feng Zhoulong reminded.

“Don’t worry, since I asked you to come up with it, I will naturally be able to absorb it.” Mo Fan said.

Feng Zhoulong paused and brought out a vessel, which looked a bit like a soul-gathering magic tool. It seemed that dark matter itself could not be turned into an energy body stock like elemental species, and it had to be preserved in the form of a soul stock.

Then he said, "Okay, you can accept the Night Fury here. No one will disturb you here."

Feng Zhoulong left and closed the door. Mo Fan and a wisp of black soul smoke were the only ones left in the entire white steel space.

In the soul smoke, a hideous face can be vaguely seen. That is naturally Beijiang. One of his souls has turned into a ghost.

From this face, Mo Fan could already see the resentment that Beijiang had towards him. The entire small space was immediately filled with a terrifying evil spirit.

Mo Fan waited for the dark matter Night Fury to enter his soul, closed his eyes, and entered into meditation. As expected, his spiritual world was filled with darkness, even the brilliance of the galaxies of different systems was obscured.

“You think you can take my power for yourself? Hahahahaha, I will make you feel a life worse than death!” The ghostly voice of Beijiang suddenly resounded in Mo Fan’s mind.

However, the Azure Dragon Pendant immediately absorbed the power.
"How is it? Are you okay? How did you deal with that guy's ghost? If you feel something is wrong, tell me immediately." Feng Zhoulong asked with some concern.

Mo Fan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and there was a dark substance flowing in his dark brown pupils. It looked like some strange life was locked inside.

“It’s okay. That guy can’t do anything to me. But this dark matter Night Fury is a little special. When it uses its power, it needs sacrifices other than magic energy.” Mo Fan said.

"Sacrifice? It's not something evil, is it? If so, you'd better give it up immediately." Feng Zhoulong said.

“What it needs is the residual soul, which is not an evil thing.” Mo Fan said.

Residual souls are for sale. After all, many instruments that increase the speed of cultivation require this kind of thing. The instruments that collect residual souls are also soul-gathering magic instruments, which are relatively expensive and rare props that can only be made by necromancers.

"If it is a remnant soul, that's not bad. By the way, I have a soul-gathering vessel, I'll give it to you." Feng Zhoulong said.

“No, no, I already have one on hand that is very useful. I will be very satisfied if you can extract this dark matter for me.” Mo Fan said.

“No way, you killed me, so his remains should belong to you first. Besides, you have opened a door for me. When I find the secret of the fusion of different types of magic, I will definitely thank you for providing me with such a material.” Old Feng then said that Mo Fan could practice here.

“No need for that. I have other things to do. You can continue with your research and development. If you need any help, feel free to contact me.” Mo Fan said.

"Okay, I won't be polite to you then."

Although Feng Zhoulong and Mo Fan had only known each other for a few days, it was obvious that they got along very well. It was like a friendship that was no longer related to age, and most importantly, Mo Fan trusted him.

After all, neither of them knew each other, he only said that he knew himself, and then let himself refine the dark matter.
In fact, Lao Feng didn’t know that Mo Fan trusted him unconditionally because he understood him and knew him well.

After all, what bad intentions could a magic scientist have?
(End of this chapter)