Chapter 1111
The Abyss of Fiends
The aura of the dead in the central area of the ancient capital has become so strong that it has materialized. Black mist swirls around the broken walls and ruins, and the bone wings of the Lord of the Underworld are faintly visible in the clouds. The heavy footsteps of the corpses on the mountain peaks sound like war drums, and each landing makes the earth tremble.
Unlike in the original story, no one sacrificed themselves to drag the Lord of the Corpse Demon into the Abyss here.
It's clear that the so-called high-ranking officials of the Mage's Association already know he's here.
Therefore, he wanted to rely on his power to solve the crisis in the ancient capital.
only.
Fu Ye wanted to say that they might all be wrong.
Whether this world is destroyed or not has nothing to do with him; he wouldn't feel anything if China were destroyed.
It can only be said that they overestimated themselves.
Not long after.
A gray-robed man appeared in front of them.
The newcomer wore a large gray robe, the hood covering most of his face, revealing only a pale chin, and was surrounded by faint spatial fluctuations.
"Councilor Zhu Meng, an urgent confidential letter from the Magic Council."
The gray-robed man's voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. He handed over a jade token engraved with the emblem of the Magic Association.
Zhu Meng's eyes narrowed, signaling his guards to be on guard, and he personally stepped forward to take the jade token.
The moment his fingertips touched the jade pendant, a surge of information flooded his mind, causing his expression to change drastically and his body to tremble involuntarily. "Is this...is this real?"
"After three days of deliberation, the parliamentary leadership, combining ancient records with the unusual water of the Kun Well, has identified the only way to resolve the crisis."
The gray-robed man spoke in a flat tone, revealing no emotion.
"Actively enter the core of the Abyss of Evil and destroy its source hub, otherwise within seven days, the Abyss of Evil will completely devour the ancient capital and spread to the entire North China Plain."
"Enter the Abyss of Evil?" Xiao Lie Wang's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.
"That place is the source of the undead. Going in would be suicide. Moreover, the outer perimeter of the Abyss of Fiends is surrounded by spatial turbulence and an undead barrier, making it difficult even for top-tier super-level mages to approach. How can we get in?"
The man in the gray robe nodded in agreement.
"There are two ways to enter. One is to wrap your body with the power of the Earthly Holy Spring to isolate yourself from the erosion of the undead in the Abyss of Fiends."
"The water of Kun Well is essentially a tributary of the Earthly Sacred Spring, but its energy is too thin."
"Secondly, he possesses the bloodline of an ancient king." The gray-robed man paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping over everyone present from beneath his hood.
"The Ancient King is the guardian of ancient humans. His bloodline contains the power to restrain the undead. He can freely enter and leave the Abyss of Evil without being corrupted, and can even suppress the undead energy within the Abyss of Evil."
These words caused an uproar in the audience!
Mo Fan froze on the spot, his heart pounding wildly.
“The Sacred Spring of Earth.” Zhu Meng’s face turned ashen.
"The wells around the ancient capital are either dried up or contaminated by the dead, and the few that remain were destroyed in the previous wars. This is simply an impossible task!"
Xiao Lie Wang also frowned.
"The ancient king has been extinct for thousands of years, and his bloodline is a legendary existence. Where in the world can one still possess such a bloodline? The Magic Council has given us two dead ends!"
"This is not a dead end, it is a choice."
"Even if we find someone with the bloodline of an ancient king now, they might not be able to reach the ancient capital within three days, let alone destroy the core of the Abyss of Fiends!"
soon.
The gray-robed man's gaze suddenly fixed on Mo Fan, his hoarse voice carrying a barely perceptible fluctuation.
"Mr. Mo Fan, perhaps you could give it a try." All eyes instantly focused on Mo Fan, a mixture of doubt, shock, and anticipation.
“Me?” Mo Fan pointed to himself, his throat dry. “How could I possibly have the blood of an ancient king? I’m just an ordinary magician.”
"Of course you don't have the bloodline of the ancient king, but I've heard that the Earthly Sacred Spring is still in your hands, so it won't be difficult for you to enter the Abyss of Fiends."
Zhu Meng and the others suddenly realized why Mo Fan's growth rate was so astonishing; after all that effort to obtain the Heavenly Sacred Spring, it was actually in his hands!
Mo Fan was also stunned at this moment.
Good guy.
This matter doesn't seem to be a secret anymore.
He looked at his "loach pendant" and waved his hand helplessly.
"I can't guarantee whether it will work out."
However, the gray-robed man completely ignored Mo Fan.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished completely into thin air.
"Who exactly is this gray-robed man? His strength is unfathomable."
Zhang Xiaohou frowned, full of doubt.
Zhu Meng shook his head: "Unfathomable my foot! He's just a high-level level three space mage. His strength isn't that great, but his ability to escape is top-notch."
He looked at Mo Fan, his eyes full of expectation, "Mo Fan, it's up to you now."
Just then, Mo Fan looked up at Fu Ye, his eyes filled with a pleading expression.
"Don't look at me. There are things I want in the ancient king's tomb. I will go to the Abyss of Evil to get them later."
"I can tell you that the core of the Abyss of Fiends is the source of necromantic energy, containing endless death energy, and ordinary attacks cannot harm it in the slightest."
Zhou Min watched Fu Ye's retreating figure, her eyes filled with worry.
She knew that Fu Ye was extremely powerful, but this was the Abyss of Fiends, capable of devouring everything!
But at that moment, Fu Ye looked up at Zhang Xiaohou.
“Zhang Xiaohou, it’s not impossible for you to enter if you want to. After all, you are a descendant of the ancient king, and your father should have come from one of these villages in the ancient capital.”
As soon as Fu Ye finished speaking, not only Zhang Xiaohou, but also Mo Fan and Zhu Meng were stunned and stood there for a long time before they came back to their senses.
"So, Su Xiaoluo and the others are still relatives?!"
"Pretty much. You all have very similar bloodline auras. You could say that the residents of those villages are all descendants of the ancient king, but their strength is too weak. Going in would just be suicide."
soon.
For the next three days, they were engaged in intense preparations.
On the morning of the third day, a terrifying energy surge suddenly erupted from the direction of Sha Yuan. Black clouds surged like a tide, and the core of Sha Yuan was faintly revealed.
"Do you need me to lead you in?"
Fu Ye looked at the Sha Yuan that was revealed to everyone in the distance, his eyes were very calm.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru did not feel any discomfort.
After three days of devouring and slaughtering, their strength has broken through to the level of a mid-level monarch-level demon.
"Ah, this." Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou looked nervous. Zhang Xiaohou was alright, but Mo Fan was completely flustered.
After all, his mudfish pendant was either trying to scam him or was on its way to scam him. If he jumped into a place full of ghosts and the little mudfish malfunctioned, he would definitely be dead!
In the sky.
The Skeleton King, the Lord of the Underworld, hovered within it.
The corpses on the mountain below continued to devour the dead. (End of Chapter)