Lin Qingsheng has recovered from the twists and turns of the ghost creature.

As Daoyi said, what they experienced was that during the destruction of the Song Dynasty and the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, I don’t know how many people died, and how many ghost cities were built on the earth.

In such a dark and turbulent era, Daoyi and others survived.

If you can't even get over this setback, how could Lin Qingsheng be the head of the Ming Nirvana Organization?

Facing Lin Qingsheng's questions, Daoyi spoke: "If you stand in front of them, you are a sword immortal of the same level, they will not even have a chance to take action."

Daoyi beat a similar example: "For example, if the two sword immortals of the Chunyang Sect meet a group of mages, it is likely to be a massacre."

"Magic is very similar to Zuodao's magic, but it is a bit different, but they all require preparation in advance."

"But if they are given enough preparation, they are not weak."

"In that war eight hundred years ago, they also made a lot of efforts."

It was another war eight hundred years ago. This was not the first time Lin Qingsheng heard this word. He had heard it many times.

"What happened eight hundred years ago? Is it going to seal the world?"

Listening to Lin Qingsheng's doubts, Daoyi was silent for a moment. He subconsciously looked up at the Heavenly Dao:

"You will know naturally when the time comes."

………

On the second day after the accident in Deswang Prison, a letter with a gloomy and low-lying mage flower was sent to the table of the United Parliament of the countries of the Thais.

The envelope was written with pigeon blood: Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

The elegant handwriting reveals a noble atmosphere.

This is a warning, a threat without hesitation.

As a medieval wizard, the ruthless and cruel fight back made everyone frightened.

If you dare to capture my people, then I will dare to fight back.

In the Middle Ages, this land was still a feudal era. What is feudalism? It was a feudal system similar to the feudal system in the Eastern Shang and Zhou dynasties, a country nurtured by this system.

Among them, except for the nobles, the rest of the people living have no concept of a country and a family.

The same goes for magicians.

The gloomy, low-level mage flower seemed to bloom with death and curse.

The conference room of the Joint Parliament of Thailand was so quiet that no one knew what they discussed that day, but in the end, every participant's face was not very good, like the continuous rain.

Because before the mage delivered the letter, another letter was first delivered to one of the countries of the Thais.

It was a rich black and purple mandala, like the eyes coveting the world in the night.

And the letter requires: No one is allowed to enter the Moormal Forest.

The gloomy medieval sky seemed to appear on the earth again.

As the Speaker often said these days:

"A new era is brewing, and the distant East is already ahead of everyone."

………

After the hazy miasma, a huge stone tower stands on the green grassland, as if it is left in the world.

The owner of this tower is Russell Bedford Larman, president of the Magic Association, and is also a teacher in Prague.

He is the strongest magician in the world and has profound attainments in magic potions.

He has a pair of black eyes, long black hair shawls, and his eyes are deep and bright.

Standing in front of the tower's window, Russell Bedford Larman looked down.

"How dare he blaspheme the noble mage without the ruler of the Knights?"

"Did he think he was the emperor of the East?"

In his words, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the actions of the countries of Taisi.

In the eyes of magicians, ordinary people are unsightly.

Prague spoke, "Teacher, they have learned enough lessons. We need to find Lida and the others now. Before I parted with them, they were heading towards the Molmarle Forest, and I suspect they fell into the hands of the witch."

Russell Bedford Larman said: "Are the witches? Are the people who serve the demons still dead? I thought they were dead in that great war back then."

The devil's servant is one of the hardest people in the world to communicate with.

Russell Bedford Larman said: "It seems like a negotiation is needed!"

………

Deep in the Moormaler Forest, endless darkness enveloped here, and it seemed that someone could hear hissing in a low voice.

In the darkness, there are thatched houses built with dead branches, simple and gloomy.

The ground was filled with rich black and purple mandala flowers, and the flowers bloomed all over the earth, but they did not look bright at all.

Instead, it was full of a strange feeling.

This is where the witch lives.

They are demons.

The fiery red hair appeared from under the cloak, and her red pupils looked at the altar in the distance. She was the leader of the witch, Mera.

And the altar in the distance is the place where it is ready to sacrifice to the demons.

Mela opened her vermilion lips lightly and said, "Those people are from the Magic Association. The Magic Association should hand over to us soon. Now we still lack the most critical thing, and they should have that thing."

"They will have the blood of the slaughter?" said Narsi, the witch beside Mera.

Mela said: "The spoils in that war were just rare."

Her eyes seemed to see through the distance of time and looked at the battle.

"Actually, there should be quite a lot of things in the East, but I don't know if they are preserved."

"Before, I heard that the people from the Magic Association went there, probably to look for the original legacy."

"I just don't know if they have found good things. There are so many good things in the earth in the east, but my Lord doesn't let us go."

Naersi was curious: "Why didn't my Lord allow us to go?"

Mela was silent for a moment and said, "This is not what you should know!"

The gloomy earth was still gloomy, and roars came from the deep forest from time to time, and the vision quickly opened from the deep forest, leaving behind a lush forest.

Wen Zhengming withdrew his vision and gradually moved his vision towards the distance.

On the land of the Ming Dynasty, golden light lingered again, and colorful lights hit the sky.

Even if you expand your vision to the satellite perspective, you can see the golden light shining.

That was the last collective arrival set by Wen Zhengming.

"The top ten families are here too."

Wen Zhengming raised his head and said that the cave heaven on Mount Zhongnan always seemed to be like this, azure blue.

"Traditionalism, Taoism and Confucianism are all complete."

………

On the sea, Yi Su raised his head, and his eyes with endless charm lit up.

"My never met client is finally coming!"

"Who?" Yaozan asked with her mouth open.
Chapter completed!