The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 165 The body of the soul, Wen Tai’s secret

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Parthenon spirit!
It turns out that the deeply hidden but extremely powerful power is the Parthenon Soul!

Even the well-informed Song Qiming was shocked by the news. The spirit of Parthenon, which had disappeared for so many years, was actually next door!
No, old man, I need to digest this news.

After a while, Song Qiming gradually cleared his mind, digested this shocking information, and then asked Jiang Zhao: "Then what are you going to do?"

"I don't plan to do anything. Anyway, first of all, Ye Xinxia cannot return to Parthenon. Secondly, Ye Xinxia cannot die because the Parthenon soul will return on its own after she dies."

"why?"

Song Qiming had reason to suspect that Jiang Zhao wanted to monopolize the Parthenon soul.

"Because Parthenon is the biggest black hole. Do you still remember how Saint Wentai died?" Jiang Zhao asked back.

"Wen Tai died of the Dark Holy Judgment."

"But do you really think Wentai will die from the Dark Holy Judgment? As far as I know, Wentai has an emperor-level black dragon partner."

"Black Dragon Emperor!"

Song Qiming hesitated. Indeed, Saint Son Wentai was accompanied by a black dragon. It was a rare pure-blooded species, not a sub-dragon hybrid.

With the Black Dragon Emperor, how could he be afraid of the Dark Holy Judgment?

Wen Tai was able to defeat the Death Beast that harmed the Dark Holy Judge with his own strength alone, and with the addition of a Black Dragon Emperor, it was really uncertain who would judge whom.

Jiang Zhao continued: "Furthermore, the vote before the Dark Holy Judgment, the most critical vote, the vote to convict Wen Tai, do you remember who cast it, right?"

"Yes, his sister Yizhisha."

Of course Song Qiming still remembers this incident, because it was so unexpected.

When the famous Holy Son Wentai was voting on whether he was guilty or not, and the situation was in a deadlock, his sister Yi Zhisha stepped forward and voted guilty, causing Wentai to be judged by the Dark Holy Judgment.

"Do you think Yizhiya has a reason to vote guilty?"

Song Qiming shook his head, "I can't think of it."

Jiang Zhao looked at the scenery outside the window and said slowly: "So, that should be the vote that Wen Tai asked Yi Zhisha to cast."

"!"

Song Qiming was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason. Judging from the clues, apart from this reasonable reason, there was really no other reason to explain why Yizhisha cast his brother guilty. .

Next, Jiang Zhao said: "If you are lucky or unlucky to see the Dark King, there is a chance that you will see Wen Tai now."

Dark King!
This name is heavier than the Demon Emperor!

Humans can still stop the demon emperor, but the Dark King can only be blocked by the world's natural chasm. Even the Forbidden Magic Mage will feel depressed when he hears this name.

"You mean, Wentai became the King of Darkness?"

"There are many dark kings, and Wen Tai should be one of them. Therefore, the current Parthenon problem is very big, very big. The soul must not return to Parthenon. Old man, maybe you can see the situation when the soul is not there. Next, Parthenon uses the resurrection spell again. Of course, it’s hard to say how he was resurrected.”

How can I use resurrection without a soul?

If it really happened, according to what Jiang Zhao said before, it would probably be some dark forbidden technique.

"This situation is really confusing. Old man, I shouldn't have gotten involved. But you explained why the soul can't be returned to Parthenon. There may be a traitor in the trial. What about the Holy City?"

"Do you think the Holy City is more trustworthy than the Tribunal? Aren't the bones of a certain generation of Parthenon goddesses still lying in the Holy City? Given this opportunity, the Holy City will never let go of taking the Parthenon soul as its own. You tell them your plan, do you want them to come here to steal the soul and seal it in the holy city?"

Song Qiming was speechless when he heard this.

According to the feud between the Holy City and the Parthenon for many years, and the style of the Holy City.

If the Holy City knows that Parthenon's soul is here, then the probability of them taking away the soul is [-]%. They will definitely take it back to the Holy City and seal it, and slowly study it, so that Parthenon loses this biggest support. "You're right, you can't let anyone know that the soul is here. No wonder you want me to take action."

I am the Forbidden Curse Mage, and I am going to help you kidnap him.

Jiang Zhao reminded: "Although it was done more secretly before, no one should find out, but you have to deal with Hong Bin well. This is the price you pay for knowing the secret."

Song Qiming regretted that he had inquired so much, "I understand. Hong Bin should be fine. I'll let him find a place to practice for a while. He was hidden before, so no one should know about him."

After saying that, Song Qiming looked at Jiang Zhao, "Your intelligence is really good. This time Salang's entire army was wiped out, and you should be the first to take the lead."

Jiang Zhao snorted, "The whole army was wiped out? If Wu Ku is not caught, how can we call the whole army wiped out? Our only request is Wu Ku, but they can't fulfill this one request."

This time, Jiang Zhao played the role of the mysterious man and asked the black leader Wu Ku, but Wu Ku was also the only high-ranking member of the Salang faction who was not arrested.

Ah, what a waste.

Song Qiming originally wanted to say that it was because you did not give Wu Ku any information, so Wu Ku was not caught.

But he still swallowed these words, because saying this, doesn't it mean that the trial will be useless?
If someone gives you information, it is natural for you to catch it.

If others don’t give you information, you can’t catch them?

So what do you do for food?

In fact, the identity of the mysterious man has almost been used up. Jiang Zhao doesn't plan to use it anymore, so he should take advantage of the situation to decouple.

If you don't catch Wu Ku the first time, it will be difficult to catch him later. It's not like Wu Ku doesn't have long legs. He can run on his own. If there is the slightest disturbance, he will definitely be alert. He should have disappeared by now. .

Jiang Zhao still felt it was a pity that he didn't get the quality material of Wu Ku, and could only make plans for the future.

"By the way, if you ask someone to help keep an eye on Mo Fan, don't let them kill you. I'll pay the commission money."

……

The trial meeting started getting busy before the Chinese New Year. Many people will not be able to have a good time this year.

First of all, the members of the Tribunal have to work overtime.

Then in the ancient capital, a handsome young man with bloodshot eyes looked at the sealed shop and opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say anything.

A fat man next to him advised: "Mu Bai, don't be sad, just be fine. Who would have thought that old guy Mu He is actually the Black Vatican!"

"Yes, yes. Fortunately, we are innocent. We were released after the interrogation."

Mu Bai said nothing, but clenched his fists tightly, not noticing that his nails were digging into his flesh.

A silver-haired woman was also detained for several days. After interrogation, she was released and confirmed to have nothing to do with the Black Vatican.

But what greeted her was an even crueler fate.

The Mu family has given up on her, and all the preferential treatment and resources in the past have been taken back.

Because Mu He is her uncle, and Mu He is the Archdeacon Hujin of the Black Vatican, who single-handedly presided over the Bo City disaster, the Mu family is as eager to sever ties with their Bo City lineage as if they were throwing away a piece of dirt, so as not to tarnish them. reputation.

Bocheng Resettlement Area.

Mo Jiaxing and Mo Fan spent a lonely year.

Xinxia has been missing for so many days, there is no news at all, and she can't find it. It's like she has disappeared from the world. How can she live another year?

Continental Hotel.

Song Qiming, Lingling, Jiang Zhao, and Ye Xinxia were sitting in front of the boiling stainless steel cauldron. The salty and fresh aroma made people's mouths lick. They were eating mutton soup pot tonight.

(End of this chapter)