In the conference hall of the Bell Tower Magic Association, almost all the bigwigs in the ancient capital gathered here at this moment. In addition, there was no more middle-level magicians in the entire building, because everyone else was standing on the city tower or evacuating.

The situation has reached an extremely critical moment!

"Zhu Meng, you asked a little guy to do such a thing? Are you crazy? People's hearts are already panicked enough. Do you want to make things more complicated? How can you be sure that the Black Holy See must be in the ancient capital!"

One of the senior executives stood up and stared at Zhu Meng very angry.

"Now we have no chance to hesitate, and the reason why I agree to him do this is to know that there must be someone among you who will object.

I can't guarantee that the Black Holy See must be hidden in the ancient capital, and I don't want to believe that some of my colleagues are pretending! But the situation cannot continue to break down, and we don't have much time left! Will the ancient capital become the next Bocheng?"

Zhu Meng said passionately and heart-wrenchingly! This is indeed a critical period of life and death!

"Since that little guy knows who Salang is, why don't you say it directly?" Another senior executive said lightly.

"I don't know if he really knows who he is? But now I think even if he knows, it's the best choice not to say it out. Our enemy is not just a Salang.

What we lack now is time, and we don’t have the opportunity to find all the Black Holy See staff in the ancient capital! I’m afraid there is only this method... If we really say it out, we will jump over the wall at that time... There are so many ordinary people gathered in the inner city. Have you ever thought... how bad the situation will be!" Zhu Meng looked very painful. He couldn’t even imagine that under the dual pressure of inside and outside, the ancient capital could really hold on?

Everyone nodded. Salang was not the most critical. If it was really among them, it would take a lot of time to investigate. The troubles outside the ancient capital have not been resolved. If there is an internal strife at the top of the top management now... then it will be really in chaos!

Zhu Meng observed everyone's faces, trying to find the flaws from them. In fact, he didn't say anything, that is, he sent someone to explore the major water sources.

No one can guarantee whether Salang has a way to contact members of the Black Holy See, so he did not say it on purpose.

...

Shen Ming was sitting in the middle of the playground of a school in Beicheng District, holding a pot of wine in his hand. His face was a little red, but his face was strangely filled with a smile.

I don’t know what to be happy about, but this makes people feel like a smile from the bottom of my heart. Moreover, Shen Ming’s face seemed to have suddenly grown stubble, and he looked extremely vicissitudes, as if he was a middle-aged uncle.

What is even more incomprehensible is that there is a Tang sword behind Shen Ming, and the cold light shines everywhere! Why does a magician hold a Tang sword that looks like it is not even a magic tool?

"Working souls! You are the boss, you have the final say. If you let me kill someone, you will kill someone! Haha... It turns out that wine is really delicious! It's much better than the wine created by the spiritual power of the spiritual world!"

While drinking, Shen Ming also said many inexplicable words.

After drinking the last drop of wine, Shen Ming stood up slowly and finally held his hand on the hilt of the knife, but he looked drunk and unconscious. He was smirking with a fool, and he didn't look like he could pull the knife up.

"Oh, the guest is here! That's a good treat!"

Shen Ming shook his head, as if he saw more than a dozen black shadows attacking him quickly.

The Tang sword in his hand suddenly emitted a shining yellow light at this moment, and Shen Ming's gaze became unprecedentedly clear.

A terrifying sword energy was swept out at will, and the soil surging like a wave, rolling up layer by layer.

Blood buried the body with the soil in just a moment, and the battle was over before it even began.

The smell of blood and soil fluttered in the humid air, and Shen Qing seemed to care at all, but instead looked at the yellow light disappearing from the tip of the knife.

"I said, Boss, why can't you be happy? It consumed 1/10 of its power in just one knife."

Shen Ming shook his head with a smile, not knowing what he was saying.

...

On the other street, a group of men in black moved quickly, but were suddenly stopped by a figure carrying a knife.

The man's face was very arrogant, and he looked like he was the biggest. If the group of people on the playground had not died, he would definitely be extremely shocked at this moment.

Isn’t the person in front of you Shen Ming? How could he appear here? Shouldn’t he still be on the playground?

Are the two of them the same person? It seems that they are not. Shen Ming looks extremely evil, and he is like a sharp blade unsheathed, without any restraint.

"Confirm the target! Notify others and we will go first!"

The group of men in black looked at Shen Ming in front of him, their eyes full of murderous intent.

The subordinates on the side also hurriedly notified the others, but the reply he received shocked him.

An angry roar came from the other end of the communicator: "Fart, it's obviously...!"

“Dududu…”

Before he finished speaking, the signal there was suddenly cut off.

The man in black in the lead also heard it and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Things don't seem that simple, don't worry! This guy has no reinforcements, so we will resolve the battle as soon as possible!" The man in black in the head gave the order decisively and rushed forward without saying a word.

The red flames burned the air, and the humid air sizzled. It was my big flame fist that directly hit Shen Ming's face!

The others behind him also quickly dispersed, attacking Shen Ming with various magic at the same time.

"Too weak! A mid-level mage leader needs me to do it. Am I so unlucky? A bunch of scumbags!" Shen Ming held the knife in one hand, his face was not panicked at all, and he was still so confident.

With one sword, the blue sword energy swept through the sky, and even with one sword, it split all the magic apart.

"I will give you the most gorgeous way of death, so that I can be worthy of dying under my noble knife!" Shen Ming smiled evilly, his figure quickly changed, and his whole person disappeared out of thin air in front of the men in black.

More than a dozen men in black were shocked. They had never seen such a strange ability. They had no magical fluctuations, but they could move instantly with their bodies.

What's even more terrifying is that the other party was destroyed just now, and there was no magic fluctuation when they attacked magically.

What kind of weird ability is this?

But no one can answer the questions in their hearts, and they will never know the answer in their lifetime.

I felt a sudden chill of my neck...

When Shen Ming's figure appeared again, more than a dozen blood gushed out from the necks of the men in black at the same time! It was like more than a dozen red fountains gushing at the same time.

With the guidance of the man in black, the residential buildings on both sides of the street collapsed at the same time.

Shen Ming didn't look back and maintained the posture he thought was cool. He held the Tang sword in his hand, shining coldly, but he didn't get any blood.

Blood flowed to Shen Ming's feet. Shen Ming raised his foot, his face very disgusted with the sticky liquid.

"I'm so noble and do this kind of vulgar work."

After putting away Tang Dao, who had only half of the tube of blue, Shen Ming even looked back and left slowly.

...

"Mom, this guy arrogant is really good at pretending! Kill a mid-level mage to lead a team, and you have to finish the matter with one sword. You have to collapse the building! Just play like this, if you use another sword, you will have to come back!" Shen Ming was so angry that he was so angry that he couldn't make a big deal!

On the tallest white building in the North City District, the real Shen Ming is paying close attention to the people from the Black Holy See who are constantly pouring out around him.

What just appeared on the playground of the North City and on the streets was just Shen Ming's emotional clone.

Shen Ming had accumulated emotional power for so long and finally had a place to use it.

In addition to the playground and streets, other places leading to Shen Ming in the North City District are all controlled by emotional clones.

It was the first time Shen Ming saw other emotional clones besides laziness. These emotional clones look very similar to Shen Ming's appearance, but they are somewhat different.

As for strength, Shen Ming thought he was holding the emotional clone of the Seven Deadly Sins, even a high-level mage would not be able to take their sword!

However, the emotional clone also has fatal weaknesses, and their existence must rely on the seven sins, which means that when the emotional power among the seven sins is exhausted, that is, when they return to Shen Ming's body.

Shen Ming now must retain the power of his body. Faced with so many Black Holy See personnel coming. Shen Ming knew that he might not have the opportunity to recover his magical power, so his body would never show up easily before seeing the person he wanted to see again.

"Hurry! As long as you appear, everything I do will make sense!" Shen Ming's face was inevitably a little anxious and murmured constantly.

The battle has not really begun. Although there are many people coming this wave, the seven emotional clones have killed no less than a hundred members of the Black Holy See.

But these are not enough. The peripheral personnel who are not even considered rotten sweet potatoes and stinky birds in recent years have no impact on the Black Holy See hidden in the ancient capital.

The person Shen Ming really hopes to appear is Mu He. Only when this guy appears can the things he does make sense.

Because the person who represented the Black Holy See was indeed panicked, which is why Shen Ming deliberately called out that the Great Deacon of Hujin was Mu He just now.

It is difficult for Salang to contact the outside world with Zhu Meng's restraint. So can Muhe, who already knows that he has exposed, still maintains that calmness?

...

"All dead? Then why are you still alive?"

In the secret room, Mu He freezes the person kneeling in front of him into ice without hesitation, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Sir, you must not have any trouble! Even if we die without a burial place, it doesn't matter!"

Muhe slowly closed his eyes. He was the absolute admirer of Salang. He knew that even after this incident, even if he could still be alive, Salang would definitely execute him personally, but he could no longer care about that much.
Chapter completed!