Apocalypse Magician

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the earth, Li Xingkong decided to take action.

There are only a few breathable skylights connecting the underground palace to the outside world. The main light comes from the lighting array, so the difference between day and night is not obvious, and the atmosphere is also dark.

Li Xingkong checked the suspicious locations one by one, and finally settled on an ordinary-looking room.

Gently pushing the door open, I saw that the furnishings in the room were like an ordinary study room. There is a bookcase in the middle, which simply displays pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There are several bookshelves around it, with books or decorations on them. Several paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, which looks somewhat elegant.

Li Xingkong stepped forward, but his steps stopped in mid-air and he hurriedly stepped back, breaking into a cold sweat.

Some of the decorations in this room, the square and neatly arranged floor tiles on the ground, and even the seemingly random inkstones placed on the desk, seemed to have subtle connections, and Li Xingkong felt signs of magic.

It turns out that the entire room is actually a formation.

If Li Xingkong had just taken one step forward, he would probably be doomed!

Fortunately, during this period of time, Li Xingkong was studying "Introduction to Formation", and he was extremely sensitive to this, and he could see the clues in time.

This kind of warning formation is easy to crack once recognized. As long as you follow a specific movement trajectory and land on the corresponding floor tile, the formation will not be triggered.

Then Li Xingkong suddenly discovered that this formation seemed to be a natural guide. He only had to look for it along the specific movement trajectory to avoid being confused.

He searched all the way, but could not find the ledger he needed. At the end of the formation, he found a wall, which was also Li Xingkong's last hope.

Knocking lightly on the wall, Li Xingkong quickly found a hidden compartment. Every time he opened a book in the hidden compartment, his hands trembled more and his breathing became faster, for fear that his last hope would be shattered here. My trip was fruitless.

Finally, in the middle of the secret grid, Li Xingkong found the Account Book of the Killer King Organization that he had longed for. As expected, it recorded the tragedy planned by the Killer King Organization that year. Although the real motive for such a move was not written down in detail, It's enough to prove everything you want to prove.

At this moment, although the light in the underground palace was still dim, Li Xingkong felt that the noon sun was shining down, bringing endless light and warmth.

Ecstatically putting the account book into his arms, Li Xingkong prepared to return to the evacuation site. However, just as he took a step forward, Li Xingkong's whole body was shaken, and his heart suddenly felt sad.

The room is still the same, but it seems that some details have changed. Several hangings have inadvertently swapped positions, and even the inkstone on the desk has shifted a bit.

It turned out that when Li Xingkong opened the secret grid, the formation layout in the house had changed, so the safe route for evacuation was no longer the route for entry.

Unfortunately, Li Xingkong was so happy after finding the account book that he didn't notice the subtle changes quietly happening around him, and took it for granted that he could return the same way.

Sure enough, when dealing with a behemoth like the Killer King Organization, no matter how careful you are, you can't guarantee everything.

Even if you can successfully infiltrate, you still have to leave with your life. It takes advantage of human beings' psychological negligence when they achieve their goals, causing them to make a wrong step and fall into eternal disaster.

At this moment, regardless of being in danger, Li Xingkong himself admired this plan of the Killer King organization.

After a brief pause, alarms blared throughout the underground palace, and countless sharp blades shot out from the walls of the room where Li Xingkong was. Li Xingkong quickly jumped into the air, using his martial arts skills to avoid the first batch of attacks. Then he used the floating technique to volley and fly through the wind and rain like a flying swallow, and his body hit the door.

Two wooden doors were violently knocked down by Li Xingkong. Li Xingkong, who flipped on the ground for a week, stood up again and started to escape without stopping...

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At the same time, the Emperor's Magic School.

The brilliant morning sun shines down from the eastern sky, and the blue sky is coated with a touch of gold, dispelling the coldness of the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month, and the entire campus becomes warm.

The final assessments of all departments of the Imperial Magic School have been completed, and the visiting Mo Xianwu is also preparing to return to the Holy Mountain Church. Before leaving, he specially said goodbye to Luo Yingxue.

"Sister Yingxue, I'm going back. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to come to Holy Mountain Church."

After getting along for a few days, Mo Xianwu felt that she and Luo Yingxue were very close to each other, and even called them sisters.

In fact, ever since Mo Xianwu could remember, because of her astonishing magical talent, prominent background, and peerless beauty, she was far ahead of her peers, so she was surrounded by flatterers and countless suitors.

Mo Xianwu has long been tired of this. Perhaps the so-called proud daughter of heaven is destined to be lonely.

Until she met Luo Yingxue, a girl who also had astonishing magical talent and beautiful appearance, Mo Xianwu found that she finally had a true soulmate. In particular, Luo Yingxue has a kind nature, as pure and flawless as snowflakes in winter. She is never domineering or arrogant, and has an affinity as warm as this bright morning sun.

Mo Xianwu sometimes thought that if she really had such a sister, maybe life would not be as boring as before.

"If Sister Mo doesn't dislike her, I will definitely visit you often." Luo Yingxue was as humble and polite as ever, and she also had a good impression of Mo Xianwu. "I still have many questions to ask about magic practice."

"Sister, you are so polite." Mo Xianwu was in a good mood and was very concerned about Luo Yingxue's future. "After you graduate from school, what are your plans for the future?"

In fact, Mo Xianwu's question also has some thoughts from the church's top leaders.

With the best magical talent, if nothing happens, he will definitely become a god in the future!

God-level magicians are rare in any era, but now, there is only one Pope Mo Nantian in the entire Fantasy Continent.

As one of the few remaining people who has experienced the era of the Fantasy Emperor, Mo Nantian is already two hundred years old. Even if he does not die in the predicted doomsday catastrophe, he will die in a few decades.

At that time, the Pope's position was passed to Mo Xianwu, and together with Luo Yingxue, who was also a god-level magician, he would definitely be able to maintain the church's transcendent status over the imperial power for the next two hundred years.

Although no one said it clearly, Mo Xianwu had a vague feeling that the church's top leaders wanted Luo Yingxue to join, and seemed to have reserved a high position.

"What's the future like?" In fact, Luo Yingxue has already made up her mind on this question. "I really want to go to the Holy Mountain Church and become an excellent magician like Sister Mo."

However, when she said this answer, Luo Yingxue suddenly thought of Li Xingkong, and that sunset a year ago, on the campus of the Small City Magic High School, telling each other their distant dreams.

What seemed to be an unattainable wish at that time is now getting closer step by step. Whether it is coming to the Emperor's Magic School or getting to know Mo Xianwu, a sister who loves her, it seems that the goal is not far ahead and within reach.

But, what is he doing now, and does he still remember his dream...