Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

A clever arc slid out, and he appeared behind the poisonous corpse minister.

He paused and frowned. There was one problem with dealing with the undead. Their undead crystals were difficult to judge. In addition, it was night and it was difficult to see.

As a result, although his high-level mutant space magic hit a common target, it didn't seem to cause much damage.

"Yinxian!"

Bai Mo stretched out his hand, and a more concentrated and penetrating sound string detected and covered the poisonous corpse minister moving forward.

Feeling the information brought back by the voice, Bai Mo's eyes instantly locked on the most generous and bulky abdomen of the poison-touched corpse minister.

There was something unusually hard there, suspected to be an undead crystal.

The Poison Toucher Corpse Minister also noticed Bai Mo coming behind him, and the tentacles on his back instantly shot up. Looking carefully, they turned out to be dark hemp ropes wrapped around his body, each one unknown. How many meters are there.

But in an instant, Bai Mo leaped a hundred meters away from the poison-touched corpse, dancing and impacting like a battering ram.

"Whip and string dance!"

Using both hands, the power of the strings gathered together into whips, and groups of them danced, clashing with the incoming poisonous touches.

The vibrating sound waves dispersed the tentacles turned into hemp ropes piece by piece, and on Bai Mo's body, the silver starlight shone again.

Powerful thoughts are solidified like deep sea mithril, forming a heavy space hammer.

The floating air outlines the shape of a huge octagonal hammer. Under Bai Mo's will, the huge hammer like a meteor shines with dazzling brilliance.

With the momentum of looking down on thousands of armies, carrying the sound of rolling wind and thunder, with unavoidable speed and the power of breaking through metal and stone, it smashed the defenses of poison-touched zombies like destroying cities and strongholds, blew up a large piece of flesh-kai tentacles, and hit the abdomen directly. The undead crystal.

With a bang, the powerful force dug a huge crater-like hole in the body of the poisonous corpse, exploding the sky with flesh and blood. The entire mountain of meat collapsed without support, and a gleaming blue light flew up, indicating that the undead soul was truly silent. destroy.

A gust of wind roared, and he easily dealt with the shrouded corpse general who was approaching the hillside again. Bai Mo returned to the hillside and looked to the east again. The man began to approach again.

It was already less than 500 meters away. He frowned and turned to look at the little wind spirit spinning in circles on the ground. Bai Mo said, "Little wind spirit, there is a human over there. Go and bring him here."

"咒hoo~"

When Fengling heard that she had something to do, she was no longer bored. She flew up and flew to the side of the person Bai Mo instructed in the blink of an eye. Before he could react, he waved his hand.

A wind rope wrapped around the man in the blink of an eye, and he happily brought him back to Bai Mo.

Bai Mo looked at this person. He was a young boy who looked like he was still studying in school. He had unkempt hair and a dirty face. His hands had no place to hold the corners of his clothes that were covered with dirt.

There was no part of his body that was not stained with dirt, and his whole body looked like he had just emerged from the earth.

More importantly, this is a regular guy.

Bai Mo motioned to Feng Ling to go outside and be on guard to prevent any undead from coming.

And he began to ask about this young man's situation.

"What's your name? Are you here to find me? Why are you alone in the wild?"

Hearing his voice, the young man seemed to be frightened and shrank back a little timidly. Then he looked at Bai Mo again, as if he was considering whether to say anything. After witnessing Bai Mo killing the poisonous corpse minister, he It was already certain that this person could take him to the ancient capital.

But if he was told about the village, would he help him? Those people looked very flamboyant, would he dare to deal with them?

After hesitating for a while, he opened his lips several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence with a hoarse throat.

"My name is Su Ming. I am from Weiju Village. I"

Su Ming pursed his lips and said, "Our village was destroyed by the undead. I escaped by chance. I am going to the ancient capital. I saw the magic light here and wanted to ask you to help me. I don't have any gray garlic in my hand."

These words were spat out by Su Ming intermittently. While lying, his hands gripped the corners of his clothes tighter and he looked around uneasily.

After finally explaining the origin of his name and the reason why he came to see Bai Mo, he nervously raised the only clean eye in his body and looked at Bai Mo quietly.

In Weiju Village, Bai Mo remembers their ending in the original work, and they were basically wiped out.

Huacun is not his village. He has not been refined, so he is not a villager in Fanggu. Those are the remaining six villages that were destroyed by the Black Church and left to the hands of the undead.

He didn't expect to be able to survive from the hands of the Black Vatican. Looking at his outfit, it would be difficult to imagine.

Seeing Su Ming's pleading and worried look, Bai Mo smiled softly and signaled him not to be nervous. Then I asked some questions that ordinary people would ask.

"Your Weiju village was destroyed by the undead? What happened? Is your village the only one destroyed?"

"I don't know. I passed through several villages, but there was no one..." Su Ming thought of the cruelty of those people, shuddered, rolled his Adam's apple, and then continued:

"I guess they are all gone. No one can survive in the hands of those demons! If it weren't for grandpa, I...I wouldn't survive either."

Su Ming's last voice was filled with tears. Bai Mo patted his back to comfort him, but his eyes flickered slightly.

"We still need to stay here for two days. We will take you back when we return to the ancient capital. Let's rest first."

"Thank you!" Su Ming said solemnly, and after receiving Bai Mo's assurance, his tense heartstrings completely relaxed. After finding a place, he curled up with his arms and fell asleep.

"Hey~"

Fengling pouted unhappily, thinking she had found someone she could play with, but unexpectedly she fell asleep as soon as she arrived.

Bai Mo glanced at her helplessly, "You can go and play with those rotting corpses and exercise your psychic abilities by the way."

"Ugh~ (Those things are so ugly and smelly, Feng Ling doesn't want them)"

He told Feng Ling to be vigilant and drive away the undead, while he took out sand cores one by one and continued to refine them with his earth element.

He has not been idle in the past few days. Before going to the Shadu River, he had already asked the family's pharmacist to prepare the medicine for practicing the secret method of sand cores. What he needs to do now is to refine these sand cores.

Refining the sand core is not difficult, and the special energy after refining is dispersed in the earth nebula by the energy carried in the potion, leaving some sand-like dust in the nebula.

Bai Mo could feel that as the dust dissipated, his perception of the earth element became stronger and stronger.

Warm sunshine spreads on the face, like a gentle caress from a soft and gentle hand.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Ming with his arms folded and watching the wind spirit flying around. The cursed mist on the side was rolling, making it retreat far away.

"Have you eaten?" Bai Mo glanced at him and saw that he was still curled up, guessing that he was hungry.

"Not yet."

Taking out bread and milk from the space, Bai Mo handed it over, "Eat it, I still have more."

"Enough! Enough!" Su Ming nodded quickly.

Nodding slightly, Bai Mo looked towards Ding Yumian. The five-meter-wide mist had shrunk to four meters and was rolling continuously. The aura of the two people inside, or to be precise, the new person who appeared, was getting stronger and stronger.