Author: Bu Geng Dang

In Shanghai, Lu Jun and his group walked out of the airport.

Mo Fan said in a happy mood: "I'm finally back. Dunhuang Zhuoyuanre didn't go to Dunhuang in vain to get Yan Ji. I never thought that the monkeys are already married and they didn't call us. We are not enough brothers."

"Indeed." Lu Jun nodded in admiration and added, "But didn't he say that he would wait until he takes a vacation and find time to hold a formal grand wedding and then invite relatives and friends."

"Hehehehe, there are more wolves than meat in the army. Zhang Xiaohou is anxious. He must get married first before he can be at ease."

Mo Fan touched his chin: "It seems that he will be transferred from Dongting Lake this time and go to the ancient capital? It's been a long time since I wanted to see him again."

"Xiao Hou's troops are affiliated to the central government, and they focus on training personnel. They are mobilized frequently, and they may come to the Magic City."

Hearing this, Lu Jun responded that he couldn't help but have a headache. Zhang Xiaohou went to the ancient capital as before.

Fortunately, He Yu was not a reconnaissance team. As a water healing mage, he stayed in a safe area and would not die in vain.

As for Monkey...he knew that the rock-type spiritual seed [Liu Marsh] in Dongting Lake still fell into the hands of Zhang Xiaohou after being resold. It was not easy for the wind and earth dual-type mage to escape.

What's more, Lu Jun also specially reminded Zhang Xiaohou that when going to the ancient capital to do tasks, it is best to have [Gray Garlic] ready at all times.

This thing can cover the breath of the living and move freely among the undead. It is a life-saving thing at critical moments. The two together are foolproof.

No matter how much he said, he would not be able to speak. On the one hand, he would not be able to explain the source of the information. On the other hand, even if he told Sha Yuan in advance, he might be alerted.

Because of the core technology of pulling the evil abyss, the original work did not reveal it until the end of the Catastrophe of the Undead.

There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. All he can do is defend and counterattack, and use the advantage of predicting the future to solve the incident in a timely and perfect manner.

Even so, after Lu Jun repeatedly reminded Zhang Xiaohou, the other party was quite confused. He casually told Zhang Xiaohou that he knew the customs and customs of the ancient capital before covering it up.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohou was honest and trustworthy and agreed without saying anything.

"Shayuan, undead, ancient king..."

Lu Jun suspected that the method of pulling Sha Yuan was related to the Dark King.

After all, undead magic comes from the dark plane, and Sarang Ye Chang's husband is Wentai. After falling to the dark plane, he turned into a clone of the Dark King. This logic makes sense.

Moreover, Wen Tai's adopted daughter Astraea, whose pseudonym is Ye Mengwei, happened to appear in the ancient capital.

Ye Chang, Ye Meng'a, Ye Xinxia...the relationship is clear at a glance.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Astraea, the intelligence leader, traveled thousands of miles from Europe to come to the ancient capital. He can't be the Black Vatican. The trial will eat both sides."

Lu Jun guessed that according to the original work, the Tribunal received a steady stream of information inexplicably after the disaster, and made a strong contribution to dealing with the incident in the ancient capital of the Undead.

He thought about it carefully and felt that the key to the matter lies with Astraea and Sarang. When he goes to the ancient capital, he will keep an eye on them.

At the Magic City Airport, Mo Fan did not follow Lu Jun and others back to the school. He had to send Xinxia off to Zhejiang Province.

In response, Lu Jun glanced at Xinxia in a wheelchair and felt deeply that her family background was complicated.

It doesn’t matter that his mother, Salan, is a cardinal, but his father, Wen Tai, is an unprecedented male holy son in front of the Parthenon, so his sworn sister is unpredictable.

It should be noted that the Parthenon is of great significance. Together with the Five Continents Magic Association, the Hunter Alliance, and the Holy City, it is also known as the eight top powers in the human world, the pinnacle of power.

At the same time, it and the Holy City are listed as two pillars of the Western world, and both are indispensable.

Finally, the Parthenon is still the leader of white magic. He is proficient in the four major magic systems of blessing, healing, spirituality, and plants, especially the blessing system. He is the only one who monopolizes the way of awakening in the world.

Even the domestic Nanrong family, the family from which Nanrong Ni was born, has a blessing system related to the Parthenon.

This is the origin of this national championship reward [Divine Seal of Praise] that Lu Jun covets.

Xinxia simply takes both the black and white paths, "I am reborn as the daughter of the top power boss of the black and white paths".

"Tsk tsk, there is still a [Resurrection Soul] hidden in the body. It is a divine object that only the Parthenon leader [Goddess] is qualified to possess. It can be used to cast resurrection spells. It is probably given by my father Wentai."

Lu Jun is envious. Life is full of dangers, and who doesn't want to carry the resurrection armor with them?

The resurrected soul is of better quality than what he wants to plan in the ancient capital. In addition to its own resurrection technique, it can also summon twelve holy souls, each with forbidden curse level combat power.

"The essence of the soul is refined from the origin of Athena, the peerless powerhouse in ancient times in the West. This powerful emperor with perfect status during his lifetime has reached the level of a dominator (mid-level emperor)."

He muttered to himself, having no idea for the moment. This thing was too relevant and how many people were watching it.

Cardinal Salan, the Parthenon, and the late Son, the current Dark King Wentai.

Can't afford to offend.

Xinxia herself suffered a great disaster due to the resurrected soul and was involved in a huge whirlpool, not to mention that she could not stand up from her legs due to the soul.

What awaited after being taken to Parthenon was one conspiracy after another.

In the end, although he became a big boss who combined both black and white, his heart became cold, white turned into black, and he looked like a completely different person. Is this a blessing?

Lu Jun looked at Mo Fan's back pushing Xinxia's wheelchair away, and realized that this was none of his business.

With a smile on her face, her elder sister Lu Mei tenderly stretched out her hand to hold her younger brother, and the two went home hand in hand.

She is in a happy mood, Tang Yue, Mr. Lu has never given you any gifts so far.

But I, my younger brother, was willing to go all out and find a monarch-level elemental spirit to defend me. I also got a fire elemental crystal. Do you have it?

Lu Jun didn't know that Lu Mei was little Jiujiu in her heart.

After settling down, he couldn't wait to refine his own 'ghost'.

Inside the White Tiger Pendant, strands of gray-white calamity aura rose up from the blood lake, constantly washing away the ghost woman's soul. The original blue clusters of fire were infected into a gray-white solidified soul body.

After a moment, Lu Jun pulled out the ‘raw materials’.

A graceful and tall female ghost stands in the room, with exquisite appearance, plump and mature figure. She is dressed in white and surrounded by silk threads of death. Her body is transformed into soul power and exudes majestic spirit and curse fluctuations.

The ghost woman's soul seemed to have returned to her true appearance, and the scorch marks from the calamity fire all over her body had faded away.

"The female version of Bai Wuchang? Before the ghost woman was burned, she was still pretty."

Seeing this, Lu Jun looked at it with interest.

At this time, the female ghost's beautiful eyes were dull, and her consciousness had been washed away by the white tiger pendant, like a piece of white paper, leaving only the fighting instinct and skills carved deep in her soul.

You can draw on it at will, do whatever you want, and transform it into the shape you want.

If this were placed in the hands of some people with special hobbies, I'm afraid they would say that I want to be Ning Caichen, the Undead Knight, the best figure. (For example, a certain person in white)
Chapter completed!