Chapter 214 Crisis! Demonization!

With the blessing of the soul seed, the power of the catastrophe tsunami was magnified several times, and the hard rocks were worn down into a pile of broken sand.

Wu Ku felt around for a while and nodded with satisfaction when he didn't detect any trace of Mo Fan's presence. Then he turned around and left. The super-class magic just now made quite a big noise, so someone should come over to check on the situation soon.

Ten minutes after Wu Ku left, the ground not far away suddenly churned up, and the ragged Mo Fan crawled out of the soil. There was an expression of great pain on his face, and almost all of his magic tools were broken.

But fortunately, Jiang Feng, who helped him bear most of the impact, was not seriously injured because of the protection of the magic tool and was able to recover after a simple rest.

"whisper--"

"Leave here quickly. Such a powerful super-class magic will not only attract powerful humans in the ancient capital, but also some high-level undead that can resist sunlight may also come to join in the fun!"

Jiang Feng was already very weak, and from now on she could only exert the combat power of a general-level demon.

Mo Fan did not dare to be careless when he heard this. He summoned the Swift Star Wolf and rode on it towards the ancient capital. The worst thing was that the sky was gradually getting dark and the undead underground were already getting restless.

However, the Swift Star Wolf was ultimately unable to hold on until the day it sent Mo Fan back to the ancient capital. Halfway through the journey, the Swift Star Wolf's summoning magic power was exhausted, and a moon-white portal suddenly appeared.

After passing through the portal, the Star Wolf returned to the summoning plane, but Mo Fan kept his original riding posture and flew out directly, then fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Fan lay on the ground exhausted. He felt a slight chill on the ground and began to feel sleepy. Over-expended, he closed his eyes and passed out.

By the time Mo Fan suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had made such a low-level mistake, it was already completely dark. He was lying in front of a campfire, and someone violently pushed a bowl of water to his mouth and poured it into his mouth.

"Hot, hot, hot—"

Mo Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was water that had just been boiled and hadn't cooled down yet. Who was so greedy that he didn't even try it himself in advance?

"Cough cough..."

Mo Fan was choked for a moment, and when he raised his head, he saw the other person's face. It turned out to be Zhao Chenying.

"Chen Ying? Why are you here?"

Only then did Mo Fan feel the soft touch on the back of his head, and the slight worry in his heart completely dissipated.

"Huh! Why am I here? If I hadn't come, you would have been taken away by the undead and torn into pieces!"

Zhao Chenying snorted coldly, then slapped Mo Fan's arm hard. Feeling a sharp pain, Mo Fan noticed that his right arm had been broken before, but now Zhao Chenying had straightened it for him.

"Thank you, Chenying!"

"I can't repay your kindness, so I'll just give you my body!"

Mo Fan laughed. If Zhao Chenying's position in Mo Fan's heart was inferior to Zhou Min's before, now the two of them have the same position in Mo Fan's heart.

"You just like to talk nonsense. Hurry up and recover your magic power. Whether we can rush back to the ancient capital later depends on you!" Zhao Chenying said unhappily. The current peace is also because she used the ground waves to move those monsters to a far place, and then blocked the road with rock barriers, but this is only a temporary solution.

"I understand!"

Mo Fan nodded slightly, then stood up and sat cross-legged, concentrating on meditation. The small loach pendant emitted a faint light, which greatly accelerated Mo Fan's magic energy recovery speed.

At this time, except for Zhou Min who stayed in the hospital with He Yu, everyone else in the ancient capital had dispersed.

After Xu Fan met Han Ji and Zhu Meng, he and Mu Ningxue stayed in the hotel. He talked to Lingling about the plan to use the formation pattern at the bottom of Kunjing to create a holy spring.

Xu Fan naturally noticed what Mo Fan could think of. He also understood that a large amount of Holy Spring was the antidote to wake Zhang Xiaohou up as soon as possible.

Moreover, Xu Fan also called Lin Yuxin, the former guard of the Holy Earth Spring, and found out that the remaining Holy Earth Spring in Bo City had also been stolen some time ago.

The only hope now is that Lingling can find a way to create the Holy Spring as soon as possible, otherwise Xu Fan will have a hard time explaining why he knows that entering the Evil Abyss can resolve this crisis.

On the other side, on the peaceful hilltop, a hairy undead corpse king had his eyes wide open. Although this place was no longer suitable for nourishing its body, it did not want to see its home being destroyed.

The Undead King sniffed around carefully. He smelled two scents, one was very powerful, far stronger than him, and the other was very weak, like a candle in the wind.

The commander-level Undead King, who had already developed intelligence, naturally knew that he had to pick on the weak ones, and then he chased after Mo Fan along the same path he had taken. The weak but very vigorous vitality of the Undead King made him salivate. He felt that if he could devour the other party, he might be able to improve his cultivation to a half-step Undead Lord!

Zhao Chenying, who was leaning on Mo Fan's shoulder, suddenly jumped up and looked into the distance. Just now, a powerful force directly broke through her several rock barriers.

His magic had almost no effect, and the one coming was probably a commander-level undead demon!
"Damn it! My magic power hasn't fully recovered yet!"

Mo Fan said with regret, and stood up to fight. A strong sense of oppression came from the darkness. The person coming did not have good intentions!

As the other party approached, the trees blocking the way moved to both sides, and then with the light of the fire, the two finally saw a burly figure appear in the darkness.

The other party was getting closer and closer, and Mo Fan finally saw his appearance clearly. He was a burly man with disheveled hair and a very thick beard, wearing a blue-green Qing Dynasty official uniform.

Mo Fan was stunned when he saw the other party. "Ao Shaobao, is that you? Or you are a master, a master, a master, a master, a leopard head, Lei Bao!
Although the opponent's appearance had a comic effect, Mo Fan was now sweating profusely. Not to mention that Jiang Feng was unable to help at all, even if Jiang Feng was in his prime, he would probably not be a match for this Master Ao.

"Let's run!"

Mo Fan pulled Zhao Chenying along and turned to run, but Ao Shaobao's speed was so fast that he blocked the two of them in the blink of an eye.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Mo Fan's eyes. He touched the small loach pendant with his other hand, and a blood-red bead appeared on his fingertips. As Ao Shaobao raised his palm and stabbed it towards Mo Fan's heart, Mo Fan directly crushed the blood bead.

A bloody aura lingered around Mo Fan. In this desperate crisis, Mo Fan resolutely chose to transform into a demon!

(End of this chapter)