Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

"Brother Bai Mo, please, stop them!"

Seeing more than a dozen rotten corpses rushing towards Hua Village, Su Ming suddenly started to panic and beg. He didn't know if this man in raincoat destroyed their village that night, but he didn't want another village to suffer disaster again.

"I know." Bai Mo nodded gently, "Mo Fan, control this guy."

In just a few words, these rotting corpses arrived outside Hua Village, frightening all the villagers who were happy because the village chief had dealt with the incoming rotting corpses.

Running helplessly in all directions, the village chief had just released an intermediate magic. Seeing this scene, he didn't know that he was doomed. He suddenly turned pale and didn't know what to do.

Only Zhang Xiaohou still stood aside blankly, mumbling incessantly.

"Geocore Rock Hand!"

However, before he could finish reciting, he heard a majestic singing. Hearing this familiar voice, Zhang Xiaohou's eyes froze slightly, and then became glazed over again.

The villagers who also heard this sacred magic sound and saw two thirty-meter dark golden sacred and brilliant rock giant hands emerging from the ground stood still even though the ground trembled from the powerful force. Unstable, everyone looked excited.

Two dark golden giant hands suddenly swatted away, like giants sleeping in the earth driving away flies, slapping more than a dozen carrion corpses into the ground. The fence at the entrance of the village collapsed due to the ground tremor caused by this blow. Several villagers who were nearby were even more unsteady on their feet.

Having mastered the Sand Core Secret Technique, Bai Mo can be regarded as possessing the control of a high-level earth mage, so the earth element no longer seems to be playing in the mud.

If he reaches a high level, his control over the earth element will only be stronger.

"We're saved! We're saved!" Someone said with lingering fear, and then shouted happily.

Suddenly, the whole village lost the panic atmosphere just now, and everyone was filled with joy of surviving the disaster, and gratitude to the mage who rescued them.

Under the leadership of the village chief Xie Sang, a group of villagers stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for Bai Mo and his party to arrive.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohou in the crowd, Mo Fan suddenly beamed with joy and took a few steps forward to hug him, "Monkey, I knew you couldn't die!"

Zhang Xiaohou, on the other hand, stood there stupidly, unmoved by Mo Fan's words, and even moved closer to Su Xiaoluo, looking a little scared.

"What are you doing?!" Su Xiaoluo glared at Mo Fan, as if he was afraid that he would bully Zhang Xiaohou.

"He is my friend, Monkey, you...you don't recognize me!" Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou, a little confused. If Zhang Xiaohou lost his memory, how did Bai Mo inform him.

'He recognizes us. Ding Yumian's voice passed through the hearts of the two of them, while Bai Mo blinked at Mo Fan.

After understanding this, Mo Fan naturally looked like he had a headache.

"You know him, that's great. Take this annoying guy away quickly. He has been eating and drinking here for a long time." At this moment, a somewhat unruly voice was heard.

"Hong Jun, how can you say that about a friend of your benefactors!" Before Su Xiaoluo opened his mouth to defend, he listened to the village chief Xie Sang's words of reprimand.

Bai Mo keenly discovered that when Su Ming heard Hong Jun's voice, his body began to tremble, and it took several seconds before he suppressed it.

In other words, he stood behind Mo Fan and was blocked, otherwise everyone would have noticed that something was wrong.

At this time, Mo Fan returned to the team and revealed Su Ming. When Hong Jun saw Su Ming, his expression suddenly turned fierce, and then turned away in an instant.

However, his appearance still caught everyone's attention.

The short man dragged the restrained Fang Gu. From the strong man Fang Miao, everyone already knew that he was the strong man's uncle and the head of Yangyang Village.

Bai Mo responded to the courtesy of village chief Xie Sang and calmed everyone down, then asked, "Su Ming, do you know Hong Jun?"

Hearing this, everyone also looked at Su Ming. Before Su Ming could speak, Hong Jun spoke first, "Haha, most of the young people in our village, especially young mages like me, know each other."

In the past few days, Su Ming actually trusted Bai Mo a little, and he hid behind Bai Mo after hearing this.

"Brother Bai, I recognize him. He is from the Black Church. Our village was destroyed because of the way he led those people! I remember his voice!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I just beat you up a few times before, so I framed you like this. Do you know the consequences of slandering a mage!" Hong Jun suddenly argued loudly with a stern expression.

When the village chief Xie Sang heard Su Ming's words, his expression changed instantly. He was about to scold Su Ming for talking nonsense, but the next moment he saw his grandson arguing.

Xie Sang, who was familiar with him, knew that Hong Jun was lying!

What Su Ming said was true. For a moment, Xie Sang didn't know what to do. There was also Fang Gu who had been driven away by him.

At this moment, I heard the mage say again, "My companion is a high-level psychic mage. You are lying."

"I do not have."

"I am the judge of the Lingyin Temple Judgment Council. I will naturally take you back for investigation."

Hearing these words, Xie Sang felt as if five thunders had struck his head, and the words he originally wanted to confuse right and wrong were stuck in his throat.

yes! Judgment meeting! Mage!

How can I hide my family's words from these people!

Did they know what they were doing? They came to me to question me!

Guesses poured out of Xie Sang's heart one after another. He didn't know what to do, so he could only look at Hong Jun helplessly. He tried his best selfishly, even selling the spring water in the village, to cultivate this grandson.

But this grandson has become a black church who does all kinds of evil. Just this one thing made Xie Sang feel that the sky was about to fall. He pointed at Hong Jun and his voice trembled.

"Why do you want to join the Black Church! It's in vain that I have placed high hopes on you and spent all my efforts on you!"

"Hmph! You have no idea about the outside world. How can you live with a few old antiques and dirty money? Join the Holy See so that I can enjoy a life of luxury and wealth!"

When Hong Jun saw that the old village chief directly exposed his lie, his body that was shaking with fear calmed down and he retorted nonchalantly. He would not be able to escape being handed over to the trial anyway, so he stopped pretending.

"So, those dangerous villages outside were destroyed by the Black Holy See?" Mo Fan also came to his senses at this moment, vaguely understanding why the monkey pretended to be stupid.

When he saw Hong Jun being caught, the monkey automatically ran back to Mo Fan. In fact, he also understood that with Ding Yumian, a high-level psychic mage, there was a high probability that his disguise could not be concealed.

"No! The death of our Yangyang Village was all caused by this old bastard!"

The trapped Fang Gu looked at Xie Sang with a ferocious face and a stern voice, knowing that he could not escape, but since he met the Lord of the Trial Council, he did not want to let Xie Sang go.

Fang Youmiao was startled when he heard this. Originally, he didn't understand and couldn't believe his uncle's massacre of other villages. He even thought that his uncle was also from the Black Church after Hong Jun was exposed.

But now it sounds like there is something else hidden.

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

"Hmph!" Fang Gu snorted angrily, looked at Xie Sang with a complicated expression, and said unmoved: