Versatile Mage: Started as Gengar and was selected for the National Government Tournament

Chapter 118: A tonic, the lotus of eternal life!
Everyone woke up from the chaos one by one.

"Where...is this?" Zhang Xiaohou opened his eyes, looking confused.

Chu Ming smiled and said, "Since everyone is awake, let's go."

Mo Fan was immediately drawn to the white tomb palace and muttered, "That white palace must be the ancient king's mausoleum."

Soon.

Everyone came to the bottom of the palace and looked at the large white staircase in front of them with eyes full of astonishment.

It didn't look so exaggerated from a distance.

But when I came to the stairs.

But I found that the stairs were extremely wide, more than two hundred meters from left to right.

Looking up, it's like a path to the sky
For humans, the stairs are too high, and it takes a long time just to climb them.

……

In the gray sky, bursts of wailing were heard from the filthy dark clouds formed by countless resentful ghosts.

The white color of the tomb palace is somewhat out of tune with this dirty and gloomy world. If people didn't know that this was the tomb of an ancient king, they would probably think it was some kind of sacred magic palace.

At this moment, everyone was like ants, climbing up a large piece of white wrinkled paper.

After walking for a while.

Some stone figurines gradually appeared on both sides of the white jade stairs.

"Why do I feel like this thing is alive?" Zhang Xiaohou glanced at the silent stone statues on both sides and felt creepy.

"Your feeling is right, they are indeed alive, but they are still sleeping. As long as we don't release energy fluctuations, we shouldn't alarm them." Chu Ming took a glance and explained.

"Brothers, stop feeling it, let's speed up a bit."

Mo Fan, who also felt unwell, couldn't help but urge him.

"Can the ones behind catch up?" Chu Ming glanced at Su Xiaoluo and Fang Gu behind him.

Zhang Xiaohou turned around and saw that Su Xiaoluo seemed to be exhausted, but he just didn't say anything and was gritting his teeth to persevere.

He quickly ran over and took her arm: "Let's go!"

See this.

Chu Ming and Mo Fan quickened their pace, and Zhang Xiaohou also followed with Su Xiaoluo in his arms.

The middle-aged man Fang Gu looked at the young man's back, glared at him, took a few breaths, and quickly followed him.

After a while.

Everyone successfully reached the main gate of the palace.

"Is there something wrong with that bronze mirror?"

When Zhang Xiaohou looked up, he saw a strange large bronze mirror hanging above the tomb.

Fang Gu frowned and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "I remember, this is the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror... This is what our Kunjing sees!"

Su Xiaoluo, who was standing by, suddenly realized, "When I was a kid, one night I saw a scene from the well water. It was a jade-white area that looked like steps, just like the stone steps we just climbed!"

"So, those well paintings of ours are all real, and what we see are scenes from our ancestors' tombs?!"

I heard two people understand the ancient teachings.

Chu Ming seemed to be thinking about something.

The well in the original Weijiu Village.

If only I could see the scene inside the mausoleum.

So it seems that they are actually the gravekeepers of the ancient king?

Therefore, the residents of Weiju Village can survive from generation to generation in the land of the dead.

In addition to the Kunjing water, the more important reason is probably that they are derived from the bloodline of the ancient king.

At this moment, Fang Gu's eyes flickered, as if he had figured something out, and he took out an old bronze mirror the size of a palm.

The appearance and style are obviously similar to the evil eye bronze mirror above.

Fang Gu raised the small bronze mirror and looked at the evil eye bronze mirror.

hum!
Suddenly, the evil eye bronze mirror blinked, and then the white door slowly opened.

It was as if an invisible giant hand suddenly opened the white stone door that had been sealed for thousands of years.

call--

An extremely terrifying cold wind howled out from inside.

next second.

The stone statues on both sides of the white jade stairs exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

"Hurry up, those stone statues are about to wake up." Fang Gu said. After sorting out the matter about the well water painting, he understood everything completely.

Everyone followed Fang Gu and quickly stepped into the white tomb palace.

While walking through a long gallery.

Seeing the lithographs hanging on both sides, Fang Gu, as if he had been here before, actually warned everyone in advance, saying seriously: "Remember, don't look at the paintings. There are mind traps in them. Once you fall into them, you will be trapped in the trap of illusion and dream!"

Hear the reminder.

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou both controlled their minds and avoided looking at the lithographs.

But the moment Chu Ming entered the gallery.

Already browsing.

I took a few glances to read the contents of the stone painting, which were basically about the ancient king's political achievements and military achievements.

The psychic power depicted in the lithograph is indeed quite strong.

Among the group of psychic mage painters who carved the paintings back then, there should have been a super-class psychic mage as a guide.

In other words, Chu Ming's mental and spiritual power are abnormal enough to allow him to browse at will.

……

Soon.

Walked through the gallery.

An extremely spacious front palace appeared in front of everyone.

"That's not right. This place is completely closed. Did we go the wrong way?"

Zhang Xiaohou looked around and asked Fang Gu, who was leading the way, in confusion.

This former palace is completely closed and there is no way to go forward.

Now, in the entire front palace, apart from the mysterious and obscure incantations on the pillars, only the demon lotus supported on the stone platform is particularly eye-catching.

"That's right. According to ancient teachings, the bridge leading to the altar will only appear when the Eternal Lotus dies."

Fang Gu stared at the green lotus on the stone platform and explained.

Chu Ming approached the lotus and was about to sense it.

Suddenly, there was a mental call from Gengar in the shadows.

"Jie Jie!"

Hearing Gengar's excited voice.

Chu Ming was a little surprised.

Ever since Gengar devoured the super-class mage Luo Mian and a large amount of shadow resources, he was promoted to the monarch level.

I am almost not interested in anything related to low-level energy.

This thing... looks like a great tonic for ghost-type Pokémon.

At this point, Zhang Xiaohou was more direct and had already begun tearing the pink-green demon lotus apart. "It's easy to kill it. I'll just break it into pieces and it'll die, right?"

"You'll know if you try it," Fang Gu said.

Zhang Xiaohou's movements were extremely swift, tearing the demon lotus into pieces in a few strokes. "Isn't this easy?"

But he had just finished speaking.

The broken pieces of flowers on the ground began to float up.

All flew back to the stone platform.

In a flash, they stuck together by themselves and returned to their original appearance.

Zhang Xiaohou frowned and cast a wind magic spell: "I don't believe it... Wind Disk - Tianluo!"

The strong wind directly turned the demon lotus into powder.

However, wait until the strong wind subsides.

After a few seconds, all the powder returned to the stone platform and condensed into a green demonic lotus.

"what--"

Zhang Xiaohou was dumbfounded.

Chu Ming patted Zhang Xiaohou on the shoulder and said, "Let me try."

"It's probably useless. With our strength, it's impossible to destroy it." Fang Gu shook his head in frustration.

next moment.

Gengar suddenly appeared, grasped the demon lotus tightly in his hand, opened his mouth, and a black swallowing vortex emerged from his mouth.

Seems to feel threatened.

The Lotus of Eternal Life suddenly trembled, and a shadow of a lotus soul emerged.

next second.

Circles of green ripples bloomed on the petals.

Meanwhile, Mo Fan's eyes were also fixed on the lotus, sensing the call of the little loach pendant, with some hesitation in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)