Mo Fan looked at the sky, and his heart seemed to sink with the gradually coming twilight.

It turns out that it's going to be dark again.

The undead appeared during the day because of the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds, but in fact, the day still caused some obstacles to their actions. Once the night comes, the undead will become even more violent!

But why did Mu He say that this city can't stand tonight?

After all, the safety barrier has condensed the power of countless magicians. Even if the undead monarch attacks in full, the golden bell tower barrier can still last for a few days!

Could it be that their big plan for the Black Holy See will be implemented tonight??

What is the plan? Even creatures as powerful as the corpse of a mountain will have the best magicians like Han Ji and Lu Huan to compete with them. Even if there are corpse ministers of the corpse and other powerful undeads, there are also guardian mages. They always stand on the inner wall and guard the city with their magic.

The inner city was destroyed overnight?

It is impossible, unless King Ying Zheng of Qin is resurrected immediately, and King Ying Zheng of Qin must also have strength beyond the monarch level!

Can a king who has been dead for so many years really still have such powerful power?

"You lead me out, just to know who Salang is. In fact, I came to see you this time and just need you to help me build a bridge." Mu He said slowly.

"Do you think I will help you?" Mo Fan said.

"Then whatever you want, let Mu Bai pass the message to me, and I just happened to ask you to help me pass the message to that old man Han Ji. Oh, I bet you didn't have any regard for Di Shengquan, let alone as I said just now, when it gets dark, Di Shengquan will be useless, and this city can't stand the next dawn." Mu He said.

A cold wind mixed with rain hit Mo Fan a little confused about Mu He's figure.

Mu He's words made Mo Fan's heart fall into the bottom of the valley. It seemed that he knew that even Mu He was meaningless. Mu He was simply unpredictable. Mo Fan even believed that with the fanaticism and lunatic manifestations of this guy, he would not say who Salang was even if he took him down!

This move just led him out, and Mu He even went with the flow. So what did he need to pass on himself?

Negotiation?

The Black Holy See is going to negotiate with the Magic Association??

Now the Black Holy See has had the advantage and has dragged countless people into hell, causing the entire inner city to be surrounded by the undead ocean. So what exactly do they want to negotiate?

Could it be that they already know the plan to detach the head??

They want to save Salang!

"You want to rescue Salang?" Mo Fan asked coldly.

"You are quite smart. That's right, we want to rescue Lord Salang, but unfortunately Han Ji seems to have decided to kill ten people by mistake and not let one go. This crazy approach really makes us shudder. We have to say that this guy's trick is very good. We can't let Lord Salang die. I need you to pass on a message to Han Ji. Please tell him if you cancel the dead plan, we will give this city a glimmer of hope... Otherwise, our Lord Salang will die, and it will not be the other innocent senior officials who will be buried with him. The entire city of millions of people will be buried with him. These people will be the next dawn!!" Mu He's voice was as cold as the wind.

Millions of people are buried in the city!!

The moment this sentence was spoken out, Mo Fan's heart was already trembling violently.

For some reason, he believed that the Black Holy See could really do it!!

"Do you think Han Ji is willing to talk to you? You have slaughtered so many people, why should they believe the conditions you gave?" Mo Fan said.

"They will believe it, because I will tell you the location of the Qin King's Mausoleum..." Mu He said confidently.

Seeing Mo Fan's hesitation, Mu He showed a disdainful smile on his face, and without waiting for his answer, he continued, "Mo Fan, Mo Fan, in front of the huge Holy See, under this great historic ceremony, you are just a small role of a messenger. You have no choice but to send me this oral message honestly, otherwise this last glimmer of hope will be ruined in your hands!!"

Mu He spoke with an order, as if everything was in his control.

Mo Fan was not arrogant to him. The number of hostages they were holding in their hands is indeed too large!

More importantly, the chips they threw out were exactly where the ancient Wang Emperor’s Mausoleum!!

...

Under the giant bell of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Mo Fan, Han Ji, the gray-white mysterious man, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhou Min, Mu Bai, Fang Gu and others were all standing here. In addition, Wang Qi, the chief of the Imperial Guard, Shi Zheng, the military Si Yaoting, and the elder of the Hunter Alliance Chu Jia, all gathered under the giant bell.

The guardian wizard stood in purple clothes, majestic.

The Imperial Guard Mage followed Han Ji's orders, so the one who now controls the power of the largest magic legion is Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association.

The chief of the Imperial Guard, Lu Huan, did not show up. He needed to stick to his post. After all, the Lord of the Sword and the Underworld was already attacking the golden barrier.

In fact, the mountain corpse is approaching and will immediately reach the restricted area.

Once the corpse of the mountain approaches, the dead head plan will be implemented, and all the senior officials under house arrest will die.

"The person is here, so crazy, he is actually wearing a blue deacon trench coat!!" The presiding judge Shi Zheng looked at him and found a man wearing a blue raincoat from the tall bell tower and slowly walked up.

He is alone.

But everyone knew that he was holding millions of lives in his hands!

Mu He came as promised, and he didn't even wear a mask.

Such a grand ceremony has been held, and all the disguise is meaningless. He Muhe can finally show his true face. He even enjoys taking off his mask and becoming a moment of death that everyone fears.

He walked up the stairs, surrounded by guards, and could instantly turn this great deacon of the Black Holy See into vain, but no one could act rashly before Han Ji gave the order.

"Have Zhang Xiaohou brought it?" Mu He walked to everyone with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Zhang Xiaohou was next to Han Ji, and the mysterious white man stared at Mu He coldly.

Perhaps both of them thought this scene was ridiculous. Even though a sinner who was unforgivable was in front of them, he could not be executed immediately. They were even so desperate that they wanted to negotiate with the people of the Black Holy See.

Mu He glanced at Zhang Xiaohou and then said, "He had eaten some of his memory by my forgetful insects. In fact, as long as he remembered it completely, he would be dead without waiting for him to spit out a word. I will tell you the location of the tomb of King Ying Zheng of Qin. You can wait for him to take this antidote and testify with him, and then judge whether what I said is true or false. Of course, the premise of all this is that you have released several innocent members, elders, and military officials."

When Mu He mentioned the word innocent again, he spoke in a strange tone, as if he did this to pity those who were killed indiscriminately!

The Magic Association has the most authoritative power of judgment and execution, and has never been forced into such a desperate situation. They really underestimated the power of the Black Holy See. This is a huge and painful mistake!!

But the Black Holy See seems to have deliberately made the high-ranking magic association worse than death. He walked out with such a swagger and slapped the incompetent in the face!!
Chapter completed!