Versatile Mage: Start by Summoning Elves

Chapter 157 Escape from the ancient capital
"Monkey, what did you and President Han talk about."

Mo Fan saw Han Ji leaving and asked Zhang Xiaohou.

Several other people also turned their attention here. They were also curious about what news it was, and it was worthy of the president of the Magic Association to make a trip in person.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohou hesitated to speak. He didn't know whether he should say it or not.

Not only was it a matter of confidentiality, he was a little afraid that Mu Bai was also a member of the Black Church.

Before leaving Bo City, he already knew that Yu Ang was involved in the Black Church, but he didn't think too much about it at the time. Now that Mu He is actually the Archdeacon of Hujin, he couldn't help but think about it.

Mu Bai stood aside. He noticed that Zhang Xiaohou looked at him in a strange way. Fear?Can't bear it?This gave him a bad feeling.

Lin Xuan stood aside silently. He could understand Zhang Xiaohou's feelings. Mu Bai was his friend, but now he had to question him. You can imagine his inner torment.

At this moment, a thunderous roar came from outside the city, and a monarch-level undead arrived in front of the ancient capital city.

Lin Xuan frowned. He had been paying attention to the Black Holy See and the Dead Lords of Bafang, but he actually forgot about this pioneer.

However, although there is no forbidden spell in the ancient capital, there are a lot of powerful super mages, and a little monarch is destined to be unable to make any trouble.

The dead monarchs in all directions are different. The weakest are all mid-level monarchs. The leader of the Mountain Corpse is a supreme monarch like Xuan She. He is so powerful that even if all the super mages in the city come together, they may not be able to defeat him.

This is also the reason why the ancient capital in the original novel was so powerless in the face of the fallen kings from all directions. It would be strange for a demon empire to be able to withstand all its combat forces except the emperor. "

Mo Fan and others were also successfully diverted from worrying about Zhang Xiaohou.

Lin Xuan gathered his thoughts and prepared to go shopping in the outer city to hunt down some wild monsters.

Since summoning Youkilas, his wallet has become increasingly depleted. If he doesn't make some money, he will really die with Youkilas.

Oh no, he can't even afford dirt. The dirt and ores ordered by Youkilas are all high-end goods. He can't even afford one meal per month.

Mo Fan didn't have any objection either. He was in a similar situation to Lin Xuan. After raising Little Flame Fairy, he worried about resources all the time.

And unlike the original work, the other party's "mother" is still alive in the world. Every once in a while, he will take Little Flame Fairy to her parents' house to check on Jiang Feng. What if the other party is not satisfied and takes it back.

After a period of time, the battle between Du Xiao and others and the undead monarch came to an end. Five super-level masters with transcendent power attacked at the same time, and it was more than enough to kill a young monarch.

On the city wall, countless mages were fascinated after witnessing the power of super-level magic, and they all imagined how great it would be if they were standing there.

And with the fall of the monarch-level undead, many servants and general-level demons around began to slowly leave. Why are they staying here when the boss is dead?

On the ruins of the city tower, Salang looked at the dead souls who were beheaded under the horse, his expression uncertain.

This was her last chance. Should she continue to bet that Han Ji couldn't guess her true identity, or leave now. The catastrophe of the ancient capital was about to come, and they couldn't allocate too many people to hunt her down.

But she was unwilling to give in. The plan to become a god that had been planned for so long was about to be implemented. At this time, she could not see the desperate eyes of everyone with her own eyes.

She was confident that even if Han Ji really learned part of the plan, she would still be unable to stop it.

Strength is king in the entire magic world. Without the intervention of forbidden spell level mages, it is impossible to prevent the evil abyss from coming.

But if she doesn't leave now, she's worried that she won't have a chance to escape later. There are many magicians here who are stronger than her, and Han Ji is even less likely to let her go.

Thinking of this, Salang, who transformed into Lingxi, made a decision. After bidding farewell to everyone, he turned into a rainbow and flew towards the distance.

On the other side, Zhu Meng, who was organizing the residents to evacuate, suddenly raised his head and stared at the direction Lingxi was leaving.

After hesitating for a second, he quickly spread his elemental wings and chased after him. He seemed to know who Salan was.In the square, Han Ji was commanding the imperial guards to hunt down the Black Vatican. After losing its identity advantage, the Black Vatican, which made everyone talk about it, was just a lamb to be slaughtered.

The only pity is that Hujin Archdeacon Mu He was not found. He seemed to have received the news in advance and ran away.

At this moment, he felt two familiar breaths passing through the sky, leaving the boundary of the ancient capital one after the other.

Seeing this, Han Ji showed a cold smile. Unexpectedly, before he went to find the other party, Sa Long couldn't wait to reveal his lies.

Sa Long's situation at this time is not optimistic. Zhu Meng's strength is already stabilizing her. At this moment, he cannot move to avoid the opponent's attack and can only keep flying forward.

Fortunately, she has left the ancient capital city, and she is confident that she can get rid of him in the wild.

But at this moment, a wave of ice magic that seemed to be able to freeze time came from behind. Even if the undead on the road were just brushed, they would instantly turn into ice slag.

Salan turned around and found that the person coming was Han Ji, whom she least wanted to face.

After escaping the ice magic, Salan's expression became more and more solemn. Being chased by a super-level and fully-cultivated man was really not something to be happy about.

Seeing Han Ji coming, Zhu Meng breathed a sigh of relief. He should be stable now.

Han Ji nodded towards Zhu Meng, then moved his eyes to Salang and said, "Should I call you Lingxi, or Salang?"

Salang smiled slightly, slowly relaxed his frown, and said: "Lingxi and Salang are just pseudonyms, but I also have something to ask President Han. How did you learn about the Black Church?" planned."

"Dead people don't have to know that much."

Han Ji had no nonsense. He had to rush back to deal with the mess in the ancient capital, and there was no time to waste.

"The Cry of the Snow Princess - Ice Rain of Sadness"

The extreme frost descended on the wilderness, and a phantom like an ice goddess appeared behind Han Ji, casting her sights on Sa Long.

Then the void made a crisp sound, and layers of icy blue rain fell towards Salang. Under the dream-like beautiful scene, there was a peerless murderous intention hidden.

Zhu Meng then took action, and monstrous thunder descended on all sides, gathering into a peerless divine halberd and stabbing forward as well.

Sa Long seemed to be frightened stupidly at this moment, turned around and ran away, the dark energy surging in his body, burning like no money, just to increase his speed.

boom!Click!

Thunder and frost descended on Salang one after another. The latter spit out mouthfuls of blood from the corner of his mouth, and the armor and magic equipment and dark aura on his body instantly withered.

On the contrary, Salan's speed was one step faster than before, with a light red mist emitting from her body, and she was lifted up to fly towards the mountain not far away.

Upon seeing this, Han Ji and Zhu Meng increased their magic energy output, intending to kill this witch here.

Boom!Click, click, click!

The sound of magic collision continued. Even with the protection of magic armor and dark magic energy, Salan had reached his limit. He fell downwards and lay on the mountain peak, panting.

"General!" Han Ji's indifferent voice sounded.

Then, thunder and frost combined and stabbed at Salan, who had no power to resist.

(End of this chapter)