The demon man who had just killed a leader-level undead monster saw that the evil abyss that was like a furnace in hell was retreating little by little, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
At the same time, as Sha Yuan retreated, the scarlet eyes in the mist also slowly closed. A large number of undead also gave up and continued to attack the outer city wall of the ancient capital. As if they had received some order, they unexpectedly
At the same time, they all followed Sha Yuan's position and began to retreat.
Mo Fan used fire magic to take away a warrior-level undead that wanted to escape, and then stopped.
Since these undead have lost any fighting spirit at the same time, they don't care at all even if they are attacked. This is really weird!
This scene seems to show that these undead are organized, disciplined, and under unified command!
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"How is this possible? Do these undead really have the intelligence of higher creatures!" Zhu Meng looked at this scene that should have been a joy, but an even worse premonition arose in his heart.
The retreat of the evil abyss means that the crisis is resolved, but... is the crisis really resolved?
In fact, the magic world has always been divided into two groups on the topic of whether the undead have intelligence. There is also endless debate on this topic.
Most people believe that it is impossible for the undead, a creature that is not afraid of death and violates the laws of nature, to be intelligent. If that is really the case, with the huge tombs underground in the ancient capital and the fact that there is no end in sight,
The sea of the dead. Ten ancient capitals have been destroyed!
But there are still a few people who believe that low-level undead have no spiritual intelligence, or that their spiritual intelligence is extremely low, so low that they cannot even feel the emotion of fear, so they are so brave and unafraid of death. But high-level undead are not afraid of death.
The undead at higher levels are spiritual beings, and they govern all the undead.
The reason why the former is accepted by the public is entirely because if these monsters are really intelligent, then the leadership position of the strong will become more prominent. In this case, the endless army of undead can be called an attack force.
Nothing can be overcome.
But obviously, the ancient capital has been peaceful for so many years and has never encountered an organized and disciplined army of the undead.
But today's scene was a slap in Zhu Meng's face, and even made them feel scared. Who could have imagined how destructive the undead army with spiritual intelligence could be?
"Is there really a ruler who can lead all the undead in this land?" Zhu Meng's face was low. He really hoped that his idea was wrong, but the facts did not seem to be developing in the direction he hoped.
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The retreating undead army stopped at a place 50 kilometers away from the outer city wall of the ancient capital. What is even more surprising is that these undead are not in the same mess as before, but formed a neat queue, lined up together. Like a group of people waiting at any time.
Test the army!
The overwhelming aura of death made the entire sky become more and more gloomy!
Dark clouds are threatening to destroy the city!
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"This..." Mo Fan was stunned when he saw this scene. To be honest, this was the first time he encountered such a scene.
That almost suffocating sense of oppression is almost despair!
Can such an army really be defeated?
"Let's retreat too! In this situation... only one of us will die if we rush forward!"
Everyone also gathered together, and the demon man took a deep breath.
It is clear that the crisis has been temporarily lifted, but it seems that the situation has become more subtle, even a bit unbelievable!
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"It seems it was a mistake not to kill you! How did you find out?"
Ling Xi, who should be called Sa Long, returned to the office with a gloomy expression. This plan that should have been perfect has now suffered a series of changes, and even she herself is in danger.
"Do you really have that kind of ability to sense crises?" Sa Long was completely gone now. He was thinking about drinking tea and thinking about how Shen Ming found out that she was disguised as a high-level person.
From the first time he met Sa Long, Shen Ming showed no emotions like a child would show. You must know that Shen Ming should have known nothing at that time, and Sa Long at that time was not as good as he is now.
Such a great reputation!
Sa Long began to wonder if Shen Ming was her natural nemesis?
Almost all the senior officials of the ancient capital have been controlled. Although it has not reached the point of being banned, the action lines have been shown to each other and have played a role in mutual supervision.
It is almost impossible for Salan to take any action. Now he can only hope that other people in the Black Church can make correct judgments!
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"Things are different!"
Shen Ming has entered the inner city and heard about what happened in the outer city.
Everything that is happening now is beyond Shen Ming, and Shen Ming has lost the ability to foresee things. At least in this disaster, Shen Ming can only rely entirely on his own strength and luck.
This war will definitely not end so easily. The people of the Black Church have not yet taken action. Now the undead army has undergone abnormal changes, and everything has become weird.
"The Holy Light Pearl can protect me for a while, but it cannot protect me for life! You don't really want to fight the ancient king, do you?" Shen Ming stood on the wall of the inner city. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was confused.
What kind of charm does he have, and why is he always being targeted inexplicably? What on earth is the ancient king thinking? Is there something about him that interests him?
Shen Ming thought about it, and suddenly he seemed to realize something. With a wave of his hand, he released the little turtle from the space bracelet.
The little turtle, which had been holding its breath for several days, breathed fresh air again, and the whole turtle felt extremely happy.
"Master, you finally let me out! Are you too cruel? This turtle loves this world so much! Hey... the PM2.5 in the air today exceeds the standard! Why are there so many ashes in the air!" The little turtle sucked.
While sucking, I suddenly felt something was wrong and said to myself.
Shen Ming directly picked up the little turtle's neck and said viciously: "Who are you? Are you related to the ancient king?"
"Ancient King? What is that?" The little turtle looked at Shen Ming in confusion, as if he was the most innocent person in the world.
"Then I'll change your name! Qin Wangzheng!"
Hearing this name, the little turtle suddenly froze, his eyes turned crazily, and he didn't know where he got the strength to actually break free from Shen Ming's shackles.
The little turtle put all four of its claws on the city wall, and even wanted every inch of its skin to stick to it.
"It turns out it's no longer here!"
"Damn! I knew there was something wrong with you!" Shen Ming stepped on the little turtle's back, and he finally knew who had tricked him.
"Master, what are you doing? Did I do something wrong?" The little turtle looked at Shen Ming pitifully.
"Are you playing with me from the beginning to the end? Who are you to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger with me here?" Shen Ming said coldly. The origin of the little turtle is definitely not unique. It can be seen from its reaction just now.
I can tell.
It is definitely not a little turtle that just came out of the egg! What kind of secret does this guy have?
Shen Ming didn't have time to figure out what the little turtle was hiding now. He wanted to solve the crisis at hand.
"Master, I really don't know anything! These are all things inherited from my bloodline, and I don't know what I'm doing!" The little turtle was about to cry at this moment, he was so innocent.
died.
Shen Ming looked at this guy and knew that he might not be able to get this guy to tell the truth.
"If I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!" After Shen Ming finished his cruel words, he turned around and left. He must not bring this trouble with him again.
How deep is this pool of water?
Looking at Shen Ming's leaving figure, the little turtle patted the dust on his body humanely, and his eyes suddenly became deep.
"Don't worry, Master, you won't die!"
The little turtle murmured something incomprehensible, then followed Shen Ming in a hurry and hugged Shen Ming's thigh.
"Master! Don't abandon the little turtle, okay? I really don't know anything! The little turtle has a hard life. I have been dependent on you since I was born, and I have to provide for the master until the end of his life!"
The little turtle cried so miserably that those who didn't know thought Shen Ming had died.
"Get away from me!" Shen Ming kicked his legs desperately, trying to shake the little turtle off, but no matter how hard he tried, this guy seemed to be stuck with 502 glue and why would he not come off?
Shen Ming is really helpless. He has a time bomb hanging on his body anytime and anywhere. Isn't this a joke?
"Master, believe me...little turtle will never harm you."
Seeing the little turtle crying so hard, Shen Ming felt a little soft-hearted. The main reason was that he was really angry just now. These encounters made Shen Ming unable to calm down more and more, so Shen Ming took out all his anger on the little turtle.
Now calm down and think about it, the little turtle didn't know that she would come to the ancient capital. All this seems to be just a coincidence. Besides, the little turtle has been staying in his own space bracelet, and there seems to be no motive for committing the crime! Logically speaking, even if she and the ancient capital
Wang has some connections, so it stands to reason that Mr. Wang would not be aware of its existence.
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"Mingzi, what's going on over there?"
As soon as Mo Fan came back from outside the city wall, he immediately called Shen Ming. Shen Ming's condition was very wrong, which also made him very worried.
"You can't die. Just do your own thing! Don't follow me. I don't know what I'm going through." Shen Ming breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn't want to involve Mo Fan.
Things are now beyond the control of everyone, including the foresighted Shen Ming. In this case, perhaps only Mo Fan, the son of luck, can turn things around.
Shen Ming didn't believe that his luck was that bad. Even if it was really that bad, he still had a trump card to save his life.
The one-time transmission token is useless now! Everything can still turn around! The system is now asleep and can only rely on Shen Ming himself.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Fan looked at the dark clouds in the distance and finally made up his mind.
Instead of just sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to give it a try! Shen Ming still couldn’t believe that his life could really be compromised by this calamity!
"I don't believe that I, a living person, can't fight against you, a dead person who has been dead for so many years! Emperor of the ages, don't mess with me, you are the one!"