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Chapter 227

Zhu Meng was stunned for a moment, glanced at the body, and then at the mysterious man who appeared again.

"Are you still alive??" Ling Xi was startled and then understood something.

"If I guess correctly, the person hidden between us is Salang. If I am not absolutely sure, I will never let my men die in vain. Please give the president an order." The gray-white mysterious man

The man saluted Han Ji.

Han Ji nodded, he knew these arrangements from the beginning.

"The ancient capital has reached a critical moment of life and death. As the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, I am helpless. I have no time to waste. Please forgive me!" Han Ji waved his hand, and suddenly a group of forbidden people in purple robes appeared.

Master Wei jumped out of the alley and surrounded everyone present.

Although everyone looked shocked at this, they didn't know what to say.

"If this disaster can be solved, Han will definitely give you an explanation!" Han Ji waved his hand again, and in an instant, purple soul chains flew out, binding everyone.

Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance, took a deep breath. "President, I hope your actions will not cause catastrophe. Without us, no one can fight against the Dead Lord of Bafang."

"As things stand now, if this dangerous move had not been made, the ancient capital would have been doomed. I will send people to find Fang Gu as soon as possible so that the undead army can temporarily fall into sleep!"



Time passed slowly, and various forces searched almost the entire inner city, just to find the key figure Fang Gu. Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Fang Gu had already ascended to heaven.

Of course, the Black Church has another purpose, which is to save Salan.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaohou, who was attacked by the Black Vatican on the way and was rescued by an expert, was no longer under the supervision of the Black Vatican. He took the initiative to confess to his chief instructor, Fei Jiao, that Sha Yuan met the Black Vatican's Grand Deacon Hujin that day.

, and determined that Archdeacon Hu Jin must be someone he had known before.

After getting all kinds of news, the memory began to revive, and the Wangchong lurking in Zhang Xiaohou's soul also began to revive. Fortunately, Han Ji took action in time to save him. Of course, even if Han Ji didn't take action, Qin Shaoqing also stayed behind.

Hands can ensure that Zhang Xiaohou is safe.

In the end, Zhang Xiaohou revealed the true identity of Archdeacon Hujin - Mu He of the Mu family in Bo City before he passed out.

Next, Han Ji confirmed that Salan was among the senior officials, so he planned the guillotine plan - to execute all the senior officials, and would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

Before that, Han Ji was still preparing to give it a final try, capture Archdeacon Hu Jin and learn Salan’s hidden identity from him. This would not only get rid of Salan, but also save the lives of the other dozen or so senior officials.

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The only thing that stumped them was that they didn't know how to lure Mu He out. It was impossible to release the guillotine plan directly. It would be so terrifying that before the people from the Black Church came to rescue, the people in the city would explode, and even more

What's more, it's completely unclear whether Salan's life is important to other people in the Black Church.

Now that Salan's actions are blocked, Archdeacon Hujin, who is his right-hand man, will inevitably take control of the situation on his behalf. The inner city is also filled with spies of the Black Vatican. If there is any trouble with the Imperial Guard Mage, he will definitely run away.



The Black Church is anxious to save Salang's life, while the Magic Association and others are anxious to find Fang Gu. Of course, there are also people from Han Ji who are secretly looking for traces of Archdeacon Hujin.

It was getting dark gradually, but all forces still made no progress.

Under the giant bell of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Han Ji, the gray-white mysterious man, the Chief of Guards Wang Qi, the Chief Judge Shi Zheng, the Military Chief Yaoting, the Hunter Alliance Elder Chu Jia and others all gathered here.

Guard mages in purple robes stood in a row, their robes fluttering in the wind.

The chief of the Imperial Guard, Lu Huan, is not here. He needs to deal with the Skeleton Lord who is attacking the barrier.

Not only the Underworld Lord of the Bone Temple, but also the corpse of the mountain peak has approached the inner city barrier. Once the corpse of the mountain peak approaches, the decapitation plan will be officially implemented, and more than ten innocent high-level personnel, including Sa Long, will also be buried with Sa Long.

In the silent silence, a guard mage hurriedly flew down from the sky.

"Mr. President, a priest in blue who calls himself Grand Deacon Hujin of the Black Vatican appeared under the tower. He announced that he wants to negotiate!"

After hearing the report from the Imperial Guard Mage, everyone fell into an even deadlier silence.

The Black Church wants to negotiate with the Magic Association??

The Black Holy See has already gained the upper hand, and now the entire inner city is surrounded by an endless sea of ​​undead, so why should we negotiate with them?

From this point of view, the guillotine plan has been leaked by the informants of the Black Church, and Salan is indeed among this group of people.

"Oh, bring him here!" After a long silence, Han Ji sighed.

"You are so brave, you actually dare to wear the deacon's blue trench coat!" Shi Zheng's eyes fell on the man in the blue rain trench coat who slowly climbed up the bell tower.

Although he was alone, everyone in labor knew that he held the lives of millions of people in the ancient capital in his hands.

Mu He took the initiative to show up, and even showed his true face to others. Since he came here, he was destined to die. It was the honor of his life to die for Lord Salan and for the catastrophe ceremony of the ancient capital.

He didn't have the slightest fear of death. On the contrary, he was enjoying the ultimate feeling of holding an entire city hostage in his hands and becoming the god of death.

"You want to save Salang!" Han Ji said in an indifferent tone.

"Yes, cancel the guillotine plan and immediately release those innocent military commanders, elders, and congressmen. I will give this ancient city a glimmer of hope for survival... Otherwise, Lord Salan will die, and millions of people in the entire city will die.

I will be buried with her!"

Millions of people were buried with Salan, how heartbroken!

Mu He continued to say unhurriedly: "As a price, I will tell you the location of the tomb of King Qin Yingzheng."

"How can I confirm that what you said is true!" Han Ji said coldly.

"Hahaha!"

Mu He laughed maniacally and said, "Do you have any other choice now?"

Hearing Mu He's taunt, Han Ji's whole body trembled, and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Let him go!" When he opened his eyes again, Han Ji gave the order expressionlessly.

As soon as the words fell, a team of guard mages came out of house arrest with the restrained high-level figures and unlocked the restrictions on them.

"Very good. Since you are so trustworthy, you can call Zhang Xiaohou and ask him to take this antidote for forgetting insects and verify what I said."

When Zhang Xiaohou was brought in and took the antidote, Han Ji said in an extremely cold tone: "You can talk now."


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