When Liu Ru said that there was a way to quickly recover her magic energy, Mo Fan almost subconsciously echoed the martial arts, the yin and yang replenishment in the fairy tale, and the martial arts of men and women, and since the blood clan was passed down from the West, most of them had this kind of secret technique.

Mo Fan seemed honest and honest, but was excited, with an expression like "I'm lying down, you come up and move yourself, I don't really understand."

"I'll catch a few ghost generals and come back, drain their soul energy, and feed them back to your spiritual world, and the magic energy can be restored." Liu Ru said.

"Oh, your body doesn't matter?" Mo Fan asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Well, it's okay." Liu Ru also showed Mo Fan the scars on her arm. Her arm, which was obviously burned just now, is as delicate as jade and extremely smooth!

It is said that the blood clan is the race with the strongest recovery ability. Mo Fan believed it now. Liu Ru, who was a little weak just now, suddenly became as strong as a cat, and flew out of the yard lightly.

Mo Fan was indeed tired and couldn't help thinking in his mind, but when he was sleepy, he was fumigated by the warm heating, he lay down and fell into a deep sleep.

If it were usual, Mo Fan would have been a little vigilant. After all, this city was no longer safe at all. But he was so tired that he just wanted to have a good sleep. No matter how heavy rain and cold wind were outside, he didn't care about walking corpses, let alone what the Lord of the Sword!

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The dark clouds are pressing down on the ancient capital.

The ice rain is like a rapid arrow, soaking the foundation of the ancient capital.

What is even more terrifying are the evil spirits who crawled out of tombs, cemeteries, and tombs who were unwilling to leave. The vast rainy land was covered with the outer city wall, which was originally towering, was like a fragile embankment, and its weak body could not resist the tide of fierce spirits at all!

All the outer city walls were destroyed, thick bricks and stones collapsed, and the tall city towers fell like clay sculptures, not to mention the houses on the streets...

Looking out from the inner city wall, the ancient capital has been soaked in black oceans within a radius of more than ten kilometers. The buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been washed away by evil spirits, and even the wreckage cannot be seen at all!

The evil spirits finally entered the city and rushed over from all directions. The most trembling thing was not the ability of these evil spirits to swallow the ocean, but the tide line in front of them was pressing step by step. Behind the sea tide line, the sea tide line was filled with turbulence, stretching countless kilometers, making people wonder that they were the invaders of this dead country.

"Genesis, tribe, kingdom...the undead kingdom." On the towering watchtower of the bell tower, an old murmur seemed to be chanting in a low voice, more like praying for death for this city.

Will the ancient capital that has stood for thousands of years completely disappear from history on this rainy day?

The evil spirits covered with the horizon have swallowed the city. Can this golden barrier really resist such countless invasions?

And what exactly caused the evil spirits of decades, hundreds, hundreds, thousands of years to wake up from the dust and turn into such a desperate catastrophe of the undead?

"Can we command so many undead... the king of this undead kingdom awakens?" Grand Councillor Zhu Meng said dark and pale.

"Then we have to see which era the undead king is, I hope it is not it." Han Ji, president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, sighed.

"President, what you are talking about is..." Junsi Lu Xu asked with a frown.

"Things of the same age as this city." President Han Ji did not reveal his presence directly, but he was really unwilling to believe it.

"These evil spirits cannot be killed, and the inner city barrier may not last long, especially the impact of the monarch-level undead... The strongest undead we know right now is the corpse of the mountain. It constantly throws the corpse of the meat hills into the city in the north city." said Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance.

Lingxi is a female mage with a charming charm. Her skin is very rosy, but her crow's feet are very obvious. It seems that all the years and experiences have settled in the corners of her eyes. There is no fear of other female mages, nor is there any forced calmness from female high-ranking people. She just talks about the matter, without any sadness or joy.

"Please hand the mountain corpse to the chief guard. He is the strongest combat mage. I think the mountain corpse is also afraid of him. After all, they have fought against each other." said Han Ji, president of the association.

"Please give it to me by the Ghost Lord Mojiao in the south." Ling Xi said.

"What is the west side? Haven't it appeared yet?" Zhu Meng asked.

"It should be a ghost who is good at hiding. He has not seen his true body, but there are all evil ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost ministers. Many times, they don't see anything, and corpses are everywhere." said Li Yujian, the head of the Li Dashi family.

Fights between forces are common, but at this time, forces and forces must be united and shared honor and disgrace.

"Mr. Meng, your inference is correct. There is indeed a problem with the rain. Our pharmacist detected that something hidden in the rain can be called the Nine Nether Dew. If the undead will appear during the day, it will definitely be a very strong dead air to ensure that they swallow and breathe normally. However, the heavy rain poured down, and the Nine Nether Dew gave them vitality..." A pharmacist wearing a white coat hurriedly walked up and said.

"It's really rain?" Zhu Meng was shocked.

"Is it caused by the rain?" President Han Ji looked at the sky-long rain screen in surprise.

In the early morning, it was the time when the entire ancient capital was most relaxed. If the army of undead attacked at night, the city would not have been destroyed so quickly.

Use rain to allow evil spirits to appear during the day. After experiencing a night of exhaustion in the outer city, we launched this rain conspiracy. If this is really done by people, then how sinister the conspirators are!!

"It's really the same as the disaster in Bocheng." The voice of the Councillor Zhu Meng sank.

The Black Holy See, it’s them!!

"Not exactly the same..."

Suddenly, a strange voice broke into the conversation between the high-ranking people.

Everyone turned around and found a man who wrapped himself tightly and slowly walked up, his bright eyes as if he could see all this.

"Who are you?" Han Ji glanced at the person and asked indifferently.

The tightly wrapped man obviously would not reveal his identity. He glanced at the group of people on the bell tower watchtower and did not answer Han Ji's question, but continued the words just now: "Bocheng is just an experimental place for Salang."

When the man said this, he paused when he saw everyone not understanding, so he added, "A rehearsal for this carefully planned disaster in the ancient capital."

Rehearsal!
Chapter completed!