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

Chapter 347 Demons plunder the dark night fury
The dark red ghost den blocked the surrounding space, and the magical neon skyscrapers turned into smoke and dissipated, leaving only patches of red sky!

The scarlet moonlight hung alone in the sky, and the moonlight that should have been bright turned into a gorgeous red.

The humble craftsman was dragged into the ghost den and sensitively realized that this was a subspace area.

The subspace realm is a relatively special existence in the field of magic, and only those who have awakened space magic have the opportunity to develop it.

Mo Fan stood in the center of the field, looked at Bei Jiang coldly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die easily. I promised someone that I would make you kneel in front of her. You should thank her."

In the den of ghosts, Mo Fan is the absolute master.

"How did you find me so accurately? I think we have never met before." Bei Jiang said in a hoarse voice, being on guard against his surroundings.

“Your realm is too low. Even if I tell you, it will be like talking to a cow.” The shadow under Mo Fan suddenly stood up.

Ying Mofan opened his ferocious bloody mouth and revealed a happy smile.

When Beijiang heard Mo Fan's words, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. In the past, only Mo Fan dared to tease his prey like this, but he never expected that one day he would become someone else's prey.

He wanted to use the power of shadow, but found that the dark matter in his body became wilted like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Move, move, move! Move your horse, you bastard." The humble carpenter roared.

Shadow Mofan said nothing as he dragged a huge mace towards Beijiang. He was a noble shadow-descended creature, and it was simply like showing off one's proficiency in front of Beijiang to try to control shadows.

Seeing that the magic shadow was useless, the humble craftsman had to transform himself into a shadow again and disappear.

But will it be that easy this time?
Iron-blue ghost hands appeared out of nowhere and firmly grasped the craftsman's calves, arms and shoulders. These ghost hands seemed to be made of cold iron, and were not only heavy but also carried an extremely cold air.

Bei Jiang's transformation failed, and he looked at the approaching Shadow Mofan in horror.

"Bam—"

A dull sound was heard, and the humble craftsman flew backwards like a broken sack.

This heavy blow was definitely not pleasant. Blood was oozing from my body and I was already injured.

Shadow Mofan's hand transformed into a fishhook that stretched out very far, then hooked onto Beijiang's head and pulled it back.

Shadow Mofan dragged the dead-dog-like craftsman to the real Mofan and laughed like a child.

Mo Fan's pupils were clear, cold and ruthless. He didn't need to say anything to Bei Jiang, and there was nothing to say.

He placed the blood-ink energy on his palm in front of the humble craftsman's forehead. The strange and overbearing demonic power penetrated into the humble craftsman's spiritual world and forcibly plundered his dark matter.

Dark matter is different from elemental matter. Dark matter is intelligent and requires a dark contract to be signed before it can be used.

But I, Mo Fan, am the future Dark King. If other kings knew that they had to sign a contract to use dark matter, they would be laughed to death.

So after the demonic power wrapped around the dark matter [Night Fury], it was directly forcibly refined. What dark contract? I can’t read! !

The humble craftsman had almost fainted, but was awakened by the pain.

After waking up, he found that there was a blood-ink glow flowing on Mo Fan's palms, and his own magic skills were disappearing bit by bit. This was indeed an evil within an evil.

The methods he learned after becoming a killer were already weird enough, but none of them were as weird as Mo Fan is now.

"You...you are a heretic!" The humble craftsman shouted as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

"I told you that your realm is too low. Forget it. Even if I am a heretic, what can you do?" Mo Fan had been with normal people for too long and could not understand the thinking of these perverts. "If you don't kill me, aren't you afraid that I will tell your secret?" said Bei Jiang.

Mo Fan:

"If that's the case... you're definitely going to die."

Mo Fan had lived for two lifetimes, but this was the first time he had heard such a request. He really couldn't understand this abnormal train of thought.

The humble craftsman shut his mouth, looking as if he were ready to die bravely.

"You will die, but not now. I said I would make you kneel before that man. I will unveil you and judge you in front of the people of the world. I will make you die without dignity and without secrets."

A sneer appeared on Mo Fan's lips. He was very experienced in dealing with these psychopathic scums.

Killers cannot stand the light. They enjoy darkness and hate light. Mo Fan's actions just hit their sore spot.

The lowly craftsman could endure being torn apart and ravaged by magic, but he could not endure standing in the sun, under the gaze of ordinary people who were as stupid as pigs and dogs, and then being hanged.

……

……

Mo Fan dragged the dead craftsman out of the ghost den. The previous battle here had attracted people from the Magic Association.

When Mo Fan walked out of the subspace, a man dressed like a navy admiral descended on the ground. From the strong magical aura on him, it could be judged that he was a super-class wizard.

Lao Feng!!!

The visitor was the magic senior who taught him the fusion method in his previous life, and was also the direct fuse that led Mo Fan to confront the Asian Magic Association.

Mo Fan was stunned, then he showed his little black book and said, "Supreme Court of Inquisition - Mo Fan, this guy is a killer sent by the Black Dragon Pavilion."

"Hello Mo Fan, I've heard a lot about you. My name is Feng Zhoulong, and I'm the president of the Southern Research Institute." Feng Zhoulong shook hands with Mo Fan.

"Hello, President Feng. I have caught the assassin who attempted to kill the Chief Judge." Mo Fan said with a smile.

The room where Leng Qing is hiding.

After Leng Qing's treatment by the mage, his condition improved a lot and he was able to stand up and walk.

The humble craftsman knelt on the ground, his eyes widened when he saw Leng Qing, who was basically fine.

Mo Fan smiled and said, "What do you think, Senior Sister? I said I would make him kneel in front of you before tomorrow. It's not even twelve o'clock yet."

Leng Qing and Xiao Ping were both extremely shocked. This black hooded man was almost becoming a shadow in their lives, but they didn't expect that he would be caught by Mo Fan so quickly.

Yun Ye, the chief judge of the Southern Kingdom Judgment Council, was also here. He was somewhat surprised that Mo Fan had captured the Assassin’s Hall’s craftsman so quickly.

The Four Craftsmen of the Assassin's Hall have always been elusive. Even the powerful wizards of the Intercontinental Magic Association are helpless against them, and there are only a few people who can dig them out.

“Judge Yun, you can take this man away. There is no need to go through the Supreme Court procedure. We can directly try him in two days and make all his identity information public!!” said Mo Fan.

"Old Feng, your Research Institute should be in great need of this kind of powerful human material. After the trial is over, this body will belong to you."

You guys are devils!!!
I'm not even dead yet, and you're already planning how to distribute my body?

(End of this chapter)