Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 137: Thirty Years of Flowing East, Thirty Years of Flowing West

After killing this group of disgusting villagers and the Black Dragon Pavilion, Mo Fan dragged the blue-clothed female deacon, who looked like a dead dog, into the inner city.

The ocean of undead behind him swept in like a sandstorm. When the deafening noise reached a certain level, the world would be dead silent.

The roads in the inner city were full of people, and vehicles were not allowed to occupy any space. Fortunately, thanks to the wizard's deterrence, the people were not too shocked.

Otherwise, under the fear of death, the law will lose its deterrent effect, and even greater chaos may occur in the inner city before the undead can break through the barrier.

When Mo Fan returned to the inner city wall, he saw the chief palace guard Wu Pingjing at a glance. Wu Pingjing was relieved to see Mo Fan return safely.

"Mo Fan, come with me. Who are you dragging?"

Wu Pingjing was waiting for Mo Fan here specifically. If he didn't see Mo Fan in a day, Zhu Meng would ask him to go out of the city to look for Mo Fan. He would want to see him alive or dead.

"Black Dragon Pavilion! The blue-robed steward is offering a reward of 100 million." Mo Fan remembered the Black Dragon Pavilion's bounty very clearly.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll have someone lock you up later. Come with me first."

Wu Pingjing did not take Mo Fan to the Bell Tower Magic Association, but to a somewhat unused courtyard. Because the bell tower was now mainly used to imprison the high-ranking officials of the ancient capital, President Han Ji and Zhu Meng moved the meeting place here.

"Mo Fan, everything you said has been implemented. Do you have any plan to solve this disaster next?" Han Ji seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and the fatigue between his eyebrows could not be concealed.

"Of course there is a way. The first step of the Black Dragon Pavilion plan is to revive the undead in the Undead Heaven, and the second step is to awaken the ancient king."

Mo Fan did not disappoint Han Ji and said immediately: "You should know the news that Weiju Village was destroyed. In fact, Weiju Village not only has the Kunjing source spring that Black Dragon Pavilion needs, but also has nail piles!"

Nail pile???
Han Ji, Zhu Meng and the mysterious prophet of Shendu all expressed their confusion, not understanding what the nail stake meant.

Mo Fan explained, “The seven villages in danger are actually the descendants of the tomb keepers of the First Emperor. The First Emperor’s tomb is located in the Evil Abyss, so when the seven villages are there, the Evil Abyss will only drift slightly.”

"Now that the seven dangerous villages have been destroyed by the Black Dragon Pavilion, the Evil Abyss is no longer restricted by the nail stakes, so it will move towards the ancient capital little by little. After all, when the ancient king created the Evil Abyss, the spatial anchor point was set up in the ancient capital!"

"Then Mo Fan, you must know the solution." Han Ji said anxiously.

“Yes, although the Evil Abyss is terrifying, it will not harm the people of Weiju Village. Some people in Bo City are descendants of people from Weiju Village who migrated there. When the Evil Abyss appears again, I will enter it to stop the ancient king from reviving!” said Mo Fan.

this.
As soon as Mo Fan said this, Zhu Meng and Han Ji were stunned!
The Prophet of the Capital of Gods felt as if he was living in Mo Fan's shadow. Everything he said was my words.

"You want to enter the Evil Abyss?" Zhu Meng's pupils suddenly dilated, and his voice couldn't help but become a little louder.

"Yeah." Mo Fan nodded.

"Mo Fan, I believe you on everything else. But entering the Evil Abyss is too dangerous. In the last century, the old forbidden spell wizard of the Li family felt that his life was coming to an end, so he wanted to enter the Evil Abyss to explore, but he never came out again!" Han Ji said.

Those who have never seen the Evil Abyss will never understand how terrifying it is. Han Ji didn't want to let Mo Fan in because he was well aware of its horror and admired Mo Fan very much.

Mo Fan smiled and said: "Everyone, I, Mo Fan, am the person who cherishes my life the most. If I am not 100% sure, I will never do it. Besides, this is the only chance. When the disaster is over, don't forget to reward me." "Don't worry, the organization and the people will never forget your contribution." Zhu Meng sighed when he saw that he could not persuade Mo Fan.

"I hope everything goes according to the original plan. I still have to deal with the Great Steward Hu Jin of the Black Dragon Pavilion. Please help me find my friend's whereabouts." Mo Fan said, changing the subject.

"It's your soldier friend, right?" Zhu Meng said.

"Well, there is another one called Mu Bai."

Mo Fan didn't have to do any of these things himself. Wu Pingjing asked his men to look for Mu Bai and Zhang Xiaohou. They should have entered the inner city.

Mo Fan stayed in the yard drinking tea, and by the way, he thought about where there were any loopholes compared to his previous life.

After a while, the palace guards brought Mu Bai and Zhang Xiaohou to the small courtyard. It was the first time for the two to come into contact with the palace guards, and they felt a little nervous!
When I came in, I saw Mo Fan sitting in the yard drinking tea.

Mu Bai's jaw dropped in shock. Mo Fan was so powerful now that he could command the palace guards at will.

You should know that the palace guards are basically high-level mages, and each of them is an expert among high-level mages.

"Mu Bai, Monkey, come and sit down. Monkey, stop pretending. Your acting skills can only fool other people. I know what you are going to say as soon as you turn your eyes!" Mo Fan said.

"Pack???"

Mu Bai turned his head and found that Zhang Xiaohou's eyes were red. He immediately understood that Monkey had been pretending to be a fool these past two days. Did he, Mu Bai, become a clown these past two days? ?
"Brother Fan." Monkey tried hard not to let his tears fall.

"Okay, stop crying and think about how to comfort He Yu later. I called you here because I have something to tell you. I know who the Great Deacon Hu Jin is. Monkey, you don't have to think about it deliberately. The reason you can't remember is because you have been planted with the forgetfulness bug!!"

As Mo Fan spoke, he untied Zhang Xiaohou's sleeves. He could see dense black threads spreading across his arms. It was obvious that he had been trying to recall who the Great Deacon of Hujin was these past few days.

“President Han Ji, I know that you are a minor in healing. Could you please see if there is any way to remove the forgetfulness bugs from the monkeys!!” Mo Fan said.

"The Forget Bug is a strange psychic bug. There is currently no solution to this problem. Let me give it a try. It may have some effect." Han Ji obviously knew this strange bug and said in a bad tone.

Han Ji took Zhang Xiaohou into a room.

Naturally, only Mo Fan, Mu Bai, Zhu Meng, and Wu Pingjing were left in the yard. Mo Fan pursed his lips and said after a while: "Mu Bai, you have to be mentally prepared for what I am going to say next."

Mu Bai raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your uncle Mu He is the Great Deacon Hu Jin of the Black Jiao Pavilion, and one of the planners of the disaster in Bo City and the catastrophe in the ancient capital."

Mu Bai was silent. He found it hard to accept Mo Fan's words!
Mu He was very good to him, and he had always respected Mu He in his heart, so it was so difficult for him to accept this result!
He was silent for a moment, then said, "Is there any evidence?"

"Zhang Xiaohou is one of the evidences, but if he remembers it, he might die. And your uncle will admit it himself. The reason I told you this is to clear your suspicion."

(End of this chapter)