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

Chapter 145: Conferring the title to the Eight Dead Kings
Ying Zheng walked up to the magnificent stone platform step by step. The golden light and shadow faded away bit by bit like a flame, but his figure was unusually tall.

"The six directions are in harmony, and the nine states are connected. The work of the First Emperor will be passed down through the ages!!!"

"Mo Fan, you must remember these eight words - in this vast world, the people come first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng disappeared on the platform like a golden wind.

Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief only after he watched Ying Zheng completely ascend to the dark plane. Although it was not visible on the surface, in fact, Ying Zheng's sense of oppression on him was extremely strong.

The combined power of the Evil Dragon Armor and the Dark King Shroud was that of a Little Emperor, and the sense of oppression that Ying Zheng had given Mo Fan just now was even greater than the huge eyeballs of his two divine eyes!

Don’t doubt Mo Fan’s judgment of the demon’s strength. After all, he has even witnessed the strength of a high-level emperor! !

The status of Zulong is by no means an ordinary status, it may even be at the same level as the Four Spirits of Heaven.

But in the end, Ying Zheng was sent to the dark plane.

After Ying Zheng left, the space in the fruit core layer began to break, revealing a number of green jade and black stone terracotta warriors. These were the soldiers prepared by the First Emperor for his conquest of the dark plane. There were a total of 500,000 green jade and black stone terracotta warriors.

Golden flames began to burn on the bodies of these terracotta warriors. The golden rays of light gathered together and floated towards the sky, like a brilliant Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky. These terracotta warriors followed the First Emperor to the dark plane.

Old Qin, come and restore our mountains and rivers.

There will be no truce until the blood is shed dry!

To the west lies the Great Qin, rising like the sun.
Hundreds of years of national hatred, vicissitudes of life are difficult to overcome!
The world is in turmoil, how can we find peace and tranquility!
Qin has sharp men, who can compete with him?
Each of the green jade and black stone terracotta warriors houses the heroic soul of the Qin Dynasty, and the ancient, lofty and majestic old Qin songs echo in the ears of each of them.

The soldiers who followed the First Emperor to sweep across the six kingdoms are now going out to fight again. What they are eyeing is the vast territory of the dark plane!

Mo Fan stood there and watched a large number of golden light spots floating up to a chaotic vortex in the sky. That was the entrance to another dimension.

When all the light spots disappeared, ripples suddenly appeared in the space in front of Mo Fan! !

A jade disk and a platinum tiger talisman fell from the ripples of space.

"This is?"

"National Seal and Tiger Tally. I have left you 50,000 elite Qin warriors. Only you have the Tiger Tally to be called upon!" Ying Zheng's powerful and strong voice came.

“I can understand the tiger talisman, but wasn’t the imperial seal lost in history? How did it end up in your hands?” Mo Fan raised his eyebrows and said.

"This is not the original national seal! What's the point of passing it on? Why should my power be proved by a piece of jade? If I say it is the national seal, it is. If I say it is not, it is not!!"

Mo Fan put away the national seal and the Yin-Gold Tiger Talisman, took a step forward, and returned to the Blood Throne.

After delivering her orders, Queen Jiuyou returned to the throne. Mo Fan sat on the throne, holding the Great Qin Seal in one hand and said, "Where is the deceased king of the Eight Directions?"

Dark fog filled the distance. After Mo Fan issued the order, eight figures, some tall, some short, some big, some small, slowly appeared at the bottom of the Blood Throne Altar.

Among them, the ones that occupy the most vision are the Mountain Corpse, the Fog Ghost Commander, the Skeleton Lord, the Agate Corpse Lord, and the Ghost Lord. The body shapes of these five ancient undead are the normal body shapes of monarchs.

On the contrary, the Nine Nether Queen, the Red Skull Demon Lord, the White Corpse King and other great monarchs who are infinitely close to the Supreme Monarch are only the size of normal humans.

"Although I have inherited the throne of the Undead Empire, I will not stay here forever, so before I leave, I have to issue a few imperial decrees!!"

Mo Fan is not a pedantic person.

His first imperial decree was that the undead could only move around outside the ancient capital, and the rules remained the same as before, leaving at sunset and returning at sunrise!

Mo Fan did not learn from Boss Zhan Kong to suppress the nature of the undead, and the ancient capital has long relied on the land of the undead to develop a series of service industries, so Zhan Kong’s suppression policy in the previous life can be said to be a huge mistake! !

The second imperial decree was to use the Great Qin Imperial Seal to confer titles on the eight deceased kings. To confer the title of Grand Marshal of the Cavalry on the corpse of the mountain peak!!!

After conferring the title of Queen Jiuyou, she was given the title of Marquis of Youming!!!
The Red Skull Demon Lord was named Wu An Jun!!!

The commander of the Mist Ghost was conferred the title of General of the Cavalry!!!

The Agate Corpse King was appointed as the Left General of the Army!!!

The Guixian monarch was appointed as the Right General of the Army!!!

Conferring the title of Champion Marquis on the White Corpse King!!!
Conferring the title of Dragon Bone General to the Lord of the Underworld!!!
"Grand Marshal of the Cavalry, follow my orders!"

"I'm here." The corpse on the mountain slowly lowered its head, revealing the blood-stained hilt behind its back.

“I order you to lead the four generals and the entire undead, and recapture all the undead in the Undead Heaven. In an empire, no other undead rulers are allowed to exist!!” Mo Fan said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"I obey your order!!"

"Mr. Wu An obeys the order!"

"I am here." The Red Skull Demon Lord cupped his fists and knelt on one knee.

"I order you to take an army of undead to Qinling Mountains, transform the undead of the Feathered Clan, and accumulate troops for me."

"I obey your order!!"

Mo Fan slowly stood up, looking into the distance with a disdainful gaze, and said in a very suppressed voice: "Marquis Youming, Marquis Guanjun, obey the order!"

"The minister is here."

"My concubine is here."

The White Corpse King and the Nine Nether Queen immediately lowered their heads.

"I order you to stay in Shayuan. If you have any hesitations, you can ask Youming Hou to come to me and make a decision!"

After solving the problem of sustainable development of the ancient capital's undead, Mo Fan prepared to return to the human world to report his safety, otherwise he would be deregistered if he returned too late!

After removing the evil dragon armor, the armor floated in the devil's time wheel. Mo Fan appeared at the ruins of Hua Village in Weiju Village through ancient chaos magic.

Only in this way can I explain why I was unable to return to the ancient capital in the first place!

Mo Fan summoned the Scarlet Sky Spirit Wolf through the Spirit Realm. The old wolf sensed that his boss had become stronger again, and he was delighted. He knew that his days of relying on his boss would be extended.

Thirty kilometers away from the outer city of the ancient capital, Mo Fan met the Sky Eagle Mage who was out looking for him.

After finding Mo Fan, Sky Eagle Mage immediately fired a ray of light.

It was like an arrow piercing the clouds. Dozens of Sky Eagle Wizards came from different directions. Their leader was a high-level wizard named Li Cunzhe.

"Master Mo Fan, I finally found you."

Li Cunzhe and many other Sky Eagle Mages had admiration and enthusiasm in their eyes. What Mo Fan didn't know was that Han Ji had already told the people of the ancient capital about his deeds of capturing the Great Deacon of Hujin and jumping into the Evil Abyss to save all living beings.

Those who have not experienced the suffocating catastrophe of the tide of undead will not understand the preciousness of life. It is precisely because of cherishing life that the people of the ancient capital are particularly grateful to Mo Fan! !
If they were not busy rebuilding the outer city, I am afraid that people would have built a temple for Mo Fan.

In order to return to the ancient capital quickly, Mo Fan took back the old wolf and took the Sky Eagle back to the ancient capital!
I will go back to Shayuan again
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(End of this chapter)