Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Lu Nian is a senior high-level mage. Bai Mo knew that if he really made a move, he would not be able to catch his move, so he blocked these attacks.

The space scroll in his hand shone brightly in an instant, expanding into a huge teleportation circle, wrapping Bai Mo and Lingling. At the same time, the silver spear, which had already accumulated half of his total magic energy, drew an arc around him, cut out a brilliant space blade, and flew towards Lu Nian.

But the blade of space ruthlessly cut the controlled military mage in front of him into two parts, traveling through the space with undiminished power, and appeared in front of Lu Nian in an instant.

Lu Nian's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect that Bai Mo not only had a space scroll that could be teleported, but also had such a powerful explosive magic tool.

But he was also a military mage who had been wandering between life and death for many years. In an instant, a rock as big as a small mountain rose up from the ground and stood in front of him.

The space blade soon broke open the hill, and the silver light blade continued to slash at Lu Nian. Lu Nian saw that the situation was wrong, and the ground wave surged under his feet.

The ground wave took him and moved sideways.

"puff!"

Blood sprays and objects hit the ground.

It was so easy to dodge the blade in space. In an instant, one of Lu Nian's arms was severed by its root.

Blood spurted out, but the arm on the ground was being shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Military commander!" Jiang Yi exclaimed eagerly, subconsciously going to pick up Lu Nian's fallen arm when he saw this scene.

She immediately let out a cry that was even more tragic and indignant than if she had cut off her own hand.

"do not want!"

The other military mages all looked at Lu Nian with sad expressions. The concerned "Military Commander!" was so sincere.

But coupled with their behavior just now, it was so disgusting.

On the grass not far away, a military mage who was cut into two pieces and was not completely dead looked at this scene.

I don’t know what it feels like.

……

The mountains face each other and are vast and green.

In the directionless mountains, the sounds are also aimless, with wolves howling and apes chirping, among the sounds of nature.

The sound of gongs, drums and suonas was even more noisy, but the demons in the mountains seemed to turn a blind eye to all this and not hear it.

The village chief led the villagers and held a ceremony in front of the only ancestral hall made entirely of stones behind the small village.

"lelelalalelela~~~!"

Syllables of unknown meaning came from his mouth, ancient and mysterious, but none of the people playing gongs and drums behind him or bowing their heads in prayer dared to be disrespectful.

This is a necessary guarantee for them to pray for blessings from the God of Ze and live safely in this dangerous mountain.

A few days ago, a demon came to the door of the village. It had horns on its head and a beard like a sheep. It would often run into the village in the middle of the night and say things that no one could understand.

Although it is not too ugly, it still frightens the villagers who have been at peace for a long time. No demon has ever been able to break the blessing of Zeshen before and come to the village. This must be a big demon!

And now they are praying with the village chief because they want to beg the God of Ze in the ancestral hall for more powerful blessings and a way to drive away the weird monster.

Suddenly, I saw the village chief at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The mysterious brilliance of silver shines, and the brilliance is so similar to the color of the legendary Ze Shen.

The villagers suddenly fell to their knees in large numbers, and even the village chief lowered his head and eyebrows, his whole body trembling with excitement, and those who played gongs and drums played louder and louder.

In the peripheral vision of everyone, they saw the silvery light getting brighter and brighter, and finally two figures appeared vaguely in the light.

‘Warriors must be warriors brought by Ze Shen who can drive away demons! ’

Everyone shouted in their hearts, and their prayers became more sincere.

And as the silver brilliance gradually dimmed, a man wearing blood clothes, holding a silver spear in his hand, with a face like a crown of jade, and eyes as bright as stars, and the virgins who served him were revealed.

The villagers all looked excited, thinking that in their minds, this was the warrior who could drive away demons. The bloody robe was a symbol of power!

Leading Lingling out of the bumpy space passage, Bai Mo looked at the large group of kneeling people in simple clothes in front of him. There were also a few people with flushed faces, who were beating the gongs and drums loudly, and an old man who was shaking back and forth in front of him, looking like he might faint at any moment.

He blinked his eyes inexplicably, and looked at each other with Lingling, both of whom could see the confusion in the other's eyes.

I looked back again and saw a simple stone temple with two trembling candles lit inside. The skylight from outside came in and illuminated a statue on the altar in the middle of the temple.

The statue seems to be a beast with wolf hooves. Nothing can be seen from the body, but it has a head that looks like a goat or a cat. There is a pair of things on the head that seem to be horns and ears. Due to time constraints, A lot has been worn away.

Bai Mo, who didn't understand what it was, turned around again, faced the people kneeling on the ground, looked at the old man in front of him who looked respectfully, and looked at him furtively, and asked aloud:

"Old man, where are you? Why are the people behind you kneeling?"

Hearing his voice, the old man looked a little strange. Finally, he motioned to the drum band around him to stop, and then said with a respectful expression:

"Master God Envoy, this is Sawa Village, and I am the village chief here. They are all believers of Ze God. Master God Envoy, please help us get rid of the demons!"

"emmm" Bai Mo was a little confused. The village chief's tone was a little weird, but he could understand it. He had many questions stuck in his throat, but he still couldn't bear to have so many people kneeling, so he said: "Village Chief, please let me go." They all get up."

"Yes!" The village chief agreed immediately, and after asking the villagers to stand up, he turned back to Bai Mo and was about to issue the demon elimination mission again, but Bai Mo spoke in advance:

"Village chief, what is a divine envoy? What's going on with demon slaying? Isn't this within Anjie? Where is Sawa Village?"

"Master God Envoy is Master God Envoy, but what is Anjie?" The village chief was confused and then answered,

"I don't know where Zecun is located. I heard the previous village chief tell me that we live in the mountains in the south of Zhongzhou. A demon came to our village a few days ago. Although it did not harm anyone because of the blessing of Zeshen, it still did not harm anyone. It has caused unrest in the village, so we beg the gods to send down their envoys to drive away the demons for us!"

Hearing this, Bai Mo's face looked a little heavy. The mountain in the south of Zhongzhou is the Dabie Mountain!

I was even more confused as to how this village could be in the mountains. Do they have any special survival skills? So he went on to say:

"Old man, I am not a messenger of God. I was hunted down and forced to use a magic scroll to escape here. I am a mage. Do you know, mage?"

As he spoke, Bai Mo waved his hand, and saw a stone next to him being taken from the air.

"The legendary mage!?" The village chief looked excited and held Bai Mo in both hands. "You are the one sent by the gods to save us!"

Bai Mo dodged the village chief's hand, feeling helpless. How did the mage become a legend?

And Lingling was keenly aware of the strange places in this village. Everything was very primitive, and she even saw some things from more than a hundred years ago.