Versatile Mage: Undying Fire

Chapter 126 Mo Fan and Lin Ran vs. the Mountain Corpse
Despair was spreading. The tall and terrifying mountain corpse slapped a court mage against the barrier. The golden barrier shook violently and the court mage's blood splattered everywhere.

"Buzz!!!!" The golden barrier made a roaring sound and seemed to be unable to bear the burden.

Will anyone come to save them? A woman desperately hugged her child. She knew that the mages had done their best. If the other super-class mages died in battle, they would definitely be transformed into undead, and extremely powerful undead. If they had no hope of survival, then at least they hoped that the mages who had delayed the mountain corpse would not die.

The woman began to cry quietly. There were obviously many things she had not done. She had not taken her child to school, she had not taken her child to the amusement park... There were too many things she had not done.

The woman raised her head in despair. She saw the huge claws of the Mountain Corpse falling down. This time the golden barrier should collapse...

"Damn it!" Zhu Meng said with his hands covering his chest with a pale face. The super-class mages here were basically seriously injured by the Mountain Corpse. If they hadn't cooperated well, they might have died long ago. Now they have very little magic power left. Can they only watch the corpse claws fall down?

Everyone even saw cracks appearing in space, which shows the terrifying power of the corpse claw.

Just as the corpse claw was about to fall, a devil-like figure appeared. The next second, a golden light appeared, and gorgeous wings of light appeared. The wings of light were pure and beautiful. Zhu Meng saw Lin Ran's hand touch a small elf, and then the two merged, and a dazzling light appeared in an instant.

Zhu Meng narrowed his eyes, and the demon figure punched the corpse of the mountain again and again. This was not a simple punch, it was a punch that also tore through space. It was a fist of annihilation composed of thunder that could annihilate everything mixed with fire that could burn everything.

This Annihilation Fist knocked the Mountain Corpse away with one punch, and the Mountain Corpse's huge body even knocked down a mountain.

But the attack was not over yet.

The golden figure raised his hand, and in an instant a brilliant rain of swords of light appeared, covering an area so large that it was unbelievable.

Under the golden sword rain, the undead died almost instantly. They had no ability to resist at all.

Angels and demons are really a strange combination. Logically, demons and angels should be enemies, but now they have joined forces to fight against the Mountain Corpse.

When the Mountain Corpse saw the death of a large number of undead, it roared in anger for a moment, and the space shook wildly.

As if it could break at any time.

Lin Ran looked at Zhu Meng and the others, and found that they were all seriously injured.

Lin Ran sighed, and the golden light condensed into a lightsaber.

Lin Ran said, "There will only be two of us in the next battle."

“Kill it.” Mo Fan growled, and then rushed out in an instant.

Mo Fan's speed is so fast that most people can't catch up with him.

Mo Fan condensed lightning and fire to form a huge wolf claw.

The flaming and thundering wolf claw swung towards the mountain corpse.

Faced with the demon Mo Fan's earth-shattering attack, the Mountain Corpse did not underestimate it. Black energy appeared on its huge claws, and then it slapped the demon in an instant.

"Bang!!!" The flaming thunder wolf claw was defeated.

Mo Fan's body was also knocked away.

Mo Fan's body crossed the battlefield and crashed into the golden barrier, which was shattered.

Mo Fan's body also fell to the ground, but fortunately no one was killed.

Mo Fan stood up slowly. Scars appeared on his body, but they recovered quickly.

Mo Fan looked at Lin Ran, who was raising his arm high at this moment, and then a lightsaber fell down in an instant.

However, the Mountain Corpse used its corpse claws, which were emitting black energy, to shatter the lightsaber.

Mo Fan let out a breath. This mountain corpse was several times more powerful than the Silver Dome Lord.

But the next second Mo Fan saw a surprising scene, because Lin Ran used the power of space to smash the corpse of the mountain. Mo Fan even saw the earth collapsing and breaking.

Mo Fan didn't continue watching. He bent his legs slightly and then suddenly jumped up.

"boom!!!"

The ordinary people around Mo Fan looked at the broken ground in surprise. The ground was broken into such a large area, which showed how terrifying the demon Mo Fan's jumping ability was.

The Mountain Corpse roared, then opened its mouth and a horrific dark torrent gushed out.

Lin Ran was knocked away in an instant.

Lin Ran was able to block the attack, but was pushed onto the bell tower by the force of the impact.

Lin Ran's body knocked down a corner of the bell tower.

Zhu Meng and others looked at Lin Ran in surprise.

Lin Ran is too holy now, with gorgeous wings of light, and his whole body seems to be full of holiness.

Lin Ran flapped his wings of light and flew into the sky. He didn't have time to say anything to Zhu Meng and the others.

Lin Ran looked at the ground. The number of undead was gradually increasing. Now there was no barrier to protect them. The magician obviously couldn't stop so many undead. The people in the city were in danger. But if Lin Ran didn't go to help Mo Fan, Mo Fan would probably be suppressed.

Lin Ran raised his hand and a flame dragon appeared in an instant. Lin Ran said, "Stop the undead from approaching the city."

The Fire Dragon nodded and smashed down at the group of undead on the ground. The Fire Dragon had now swallowed the Lotus of Eternal Life and completed its evolution. It now possessed power comparable to and surpassing that of ordinary monarchs, and it was best at range attacks, so there was no problem in leaving these undead to the Fire Dragon, and it could effectively prevent the undead from getting close.

Seeing the Fire Dragon killing people indiscriminately, Lin Ran flapped his light wings and knocked the Mountain Corpse away in an instant.

Mo Fan was lying in a big pit, and he said, "I was almost smashed into a pulp..."

Mo Fan's tone was full of resentment, but he also understood that it was indeed difficult for one person to fight against the Mountain Corpse.

The mountain corpse that was knocked away was angry. Although it felt a very familiar feeling about Lin Ran, it became angry after being attacked by Lin Ran. Even if Lin Ran might be the heir to the king, if he was killed by it, it could only mean that this heir to the king was nothing special.

What's more, death is just the beginning for the undead!

The Mountain Corpse stood firm and looked at Lin Ran and Mo Fan. It could not accept that two ant-like things had humiliated it.

It roars, it roars.

Lin Ran raised his hand and waved it. In an instant, a holy light shock wave blasted towards the corpse on the mountain.

Mo Fan was also not idle, he bounced and quickly approached the Mountain Corpse. The Mountain Corpse used its claws with black energy to block Lin Ran's attack.

At this time, Mo Fan took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. He merged with Little Yan Ji, and a fire demon appeared in an instant.

Mo Fan rushed towards the mountain corpse with scorching flames.

The Mountain Corpse was indeed a battle-hardened undead spirit. It used its other corpse claw to block Mo Fan's attack.

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The Life-threatening Bridge began to collapse rapidly. Pieces of ancient jade instantly turned into countless pieces and fell into the black abyss. They were then cut into pieces by the black wind.

Only one real bridge remains now, which leads to the altar in the mausoleum.

The altar was hidden in the endless darkness, like a signpost floating in the cold, ancient, dark universe.

The altar is in the shape of an ice crown, and the stone steps underneath it are enormous, even taller than a person. The steps don't look like they are meant for humans to climb, but as if they were meant for gods and giants to climb.

Looking at the altar from afar, you can see red silk hanging on the altar in bundles, distributed at the corners of each giant step. When people get closer, they realize that the red silk hanging is not silk at all, but a waterfall of blood that is so sticky that it is falling.

The corner is the dragon's skull, and a waterfall of blood is spit out from the dragon's mouth, then falls down from high above, and you can even hear a rumbling sound like a waterfall.

Zhang Xiaohou still remembered that there seemed to be such a water-spitting dragon on the eaves of the museum in the inner city. However, the dragon in the museum had eaves for drainage, which was beautiful and spectacular when it rained. However, the water-spitting dragon on this altar was creepy. I wonder if the blood liquid was just red liquid or real blood... The blood that could still flow for more than two thousand years was scary.

Continue walking up the long stone staircase, and then the altar begins to shrink in layers. The stairs become narrower as you go up, and soon they are narrow enough for a person to step across in one step.

"Now we can see the top of the altar. That should be the Blood Throne that Fang Gu mentioned." At this time, Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat from her forehead, and a look of joy appeared on her pale little face.

After so much hardship, they finally arrived here!

Hope it's not too late!

The lives of so many people, although this altar looks very scary and is floating in the endless darkness, but when you think about the millions of people trapped in the dead city and about to become the grand funeral objects of the Black Church Saran, you have to give it a try even if it is a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of swords.

"We're here, we're here." Su Xiaoluo was the first to climb the last step, and she said excitedly to Zhang Xiaohou behind her.

Zhang Xiaohou also stepped forward slightly wearily. He looked towards the top of the altar which was covered with white jade, and then saw a huge piece of jade in the center!

This jadeite was red, crystal clear, and had sharp edges. It looked like countless swords were inserted upside down to form an imposing throne for the king...

This should be the Blood Throne!
Then the person sitting on the blood throne must be the ancient king - Ying Zheng!

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and then walked forward.

There is a man sitting on the Blood Throne now, but it is unknown whether he is dead or alive. He is wearing a black armor robe. This armor robe is obviously a piece of ancient history, but it still reflects cold light. One can even see the reflection of him who is timidly approaching and is a little humble on the armor!

The man on the Blood Throne just sat there, supporting his cheek with one hand, his body slightly tilted, the shadow cast by the edge of his helmet just hiding his face. They could only see his slightly sharp chin and the evil corners of his mouth with the help of the firelight from the altar!

He seemed to be taking a nap, or thinking, but he definitely didn't look like a dead person!!

Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was covered with sweat at this time. He had never expected that a king who had been dead for more than two thousand years would bring him such a huge sense of oppression. At this moment, in Zhang Xiaohou's mind, this guy seemed to be able to stand up at any time, and then stare at him with his eyes that were enough to frighten people to death. By then, he might not even be able to stand steadily!

"I am surprised..."

Suddenly, the man sitting on the throne spoke!
Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo were both shocked, and their scalps felt like they were about to explode.

"How did you get out of the death door?" The voice sounded again, and he slowly raised his chin.

The firelight gradually dispelled the shadows on his face, revealing a familiar face with gray hair on the temples. His thick lips were dark purple, and the purple lines extended to the side of his cheeks, making his mouth look even more evil!

"How...how could it be you!" Su Xinluo was the first to scream in surprise.

They were not unfamiliar with this face, because he was Fang Gu who walked across one of the bridges alone!

Zhang Xiaohou was also stunned now.

He was now a little confused as to whether the person in front of him was the ancient king - Ying Zheng, or Fang Gu who had gone in the right direction. His whole temperament was different now!

"What's going on? Why are you sitting here?" Zhang Xiaohou said in disbelief.

"Why can't I just sit here?" Fang Gu suddenly laughed.

"Where is the ancient king?" Su Xiaoluo asked hurriedly at this time.

"It's me." Fang Gu said calmly.

"You are Fang Gu."

"It is not the case anymore. Everything is as I guessed. The real ancient king has long disappeared in the years. What is left is only an armor stuck to his skin and the blood throne that commands the kingdom of the undead." Fang Gu stood up, and the armor on his body made a sharp metallic sound in an instant.

"What does this mean?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"That is to say, whoever arrives here first will be able to inherit everything from the ancient king. His white palace, the kingdom of the undead he created, his endless magic power, and his unparalleled wisdom..." Fang Gu's voice also revealed a hint of strange metallic sound, which then echoed on the top of the empty altar.

"Then what are you still doing sitting here? Quickly let the undead army retreat, let the mountain corpse leave, and stop the space drift of Shayuan immediately." Su Xiaoluo said hurriedly.

When Fang Gu heard what Su Xiaoluo said, he immediately burst into laughter.

His laughter was extremely strange. It was clearly coming from his throat, but it made people feel like there was something else hiding in his skin, making this sound for him.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Xiaoluo said angrily at this time.

Zhang Xiaohou suddenly pulled Su Xiaoluo and motioned her to come behind him.

Su Xiaoluo saw Zhang Xiaohou's extremely serious expression and seemed to understand something, then gradually took a few steps back.

"How ridiculous! My soldiers, my generals, and my princes want to help me take back my capital. Why should I stop them?" Fang Gu laughed loudly.

Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo both began to slowly retreat.

Now they could no longer tell whether it was Fang Gu wearing armor or the ancient king who was resurrected in Fang Gu's body - Ying Zheng. No matter his horrific appearance that was beyond recognition or the strange and unpredictable sounds he made, it was clear that the thing in front of them was definitely not a good guy!
"Is he still Fang Gu?" Su Xiaoluo asked in a low voice.

"It shouldn't be!"

(End of this chapter)