Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Leng Qing didn't want him to run out again. God knew what he would think of himself next time.

Ding Yumian actually spent most of this time immersed in cultivation.

On the one hand, she needs to quickly improve her curse and spiritual skills so that the evil body can become stronger. The strengthening of her cultivation will also make their connection closer, allowing her to provide more help.

On the other hand, it was while the suppressed remnant soul of the ancient king was in a weak period that it had not yet accumulated the strength to interfere and corrode her next time.

Accumulate her own soul power and life force to deal with the next erosion of the residual soul.

The power of the armor is powerful, but it only obeys the orders of one soul, and its host now has two souls.

Therefore, it listens to the ancient king more and accepts the ancient king's remnant soul, so that it can fully master this armor.

But the remnant soul of the ancient king in the armor is completely a dead soul and does not have the ability to communicate normally. Once she accepts it, she doesn't know what she will become, so she doesn't dare to let him merge with herself.

Therefore, Ding Yumian has not mastered the armor robe now. The rescue of the mountain corpse was just a mutual agreement between the two parties.

What she has to do next is to strengthen herself, preserve her evil body and evil soul, expel the remnant soul of the ancient king, and gain the power of the armor bit by bit. The power of life can isolate part of the connection between the ancient king's remnant soul and the armor, so that it cannot completely borrow the power of the armor to attack her, otherwise it will be really difficult to resist.

And Bai Mo was not idle either. After the space system was restored, he focused all his energy on the space system.

The space system is now close to the bottleneck of the advanced level, and Bai Mo feels that with the dimensional stone given by Han Ji, he can break through at any time.

But considering that his current soul state is unstable, and the so-called galaxy breakthrough, in essence, it can be said to be a process of soul growth.

After all, the magic system comes from the soul, so for the sake of safety, Bai Mo decided to wait until he was completely recovered before considering it.

Not a few days anyway.

January 20th in the Gregorian calendar is a great cold day.

Rows of villa courtyards were hung with cured meats. Bai Mo was sometimes curious as to why there were so many old people in the residences arranged by the Judgment Council.

Later I found out that they were all family members of the judge.

After eating glutinous rice balls in the morning, Bai Mo took advantage of the warm feeling and took a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a little confused.

What is this place?

Looking around, he saw the unfamiliar living room. The decoration was not luxurious, it was simply furnished, and there was not much atmosphere of life. It looked like a temporary residence.

On the right, a little lolita with twin tails who looked two or three years younger than herself was lying on the sofa looking at the computer. On the computer screen was a map with colorful annotations that made people dizzy.

On the single sofa on the other side, a woman wearing home clothes was sitting, flipping through some information in her hand.

There was a sense of solemnity between the brows, and his eyes were as cold as autumn leaves in the cold pond, but they also revealed a leisurely attitude.

Her body was uneven, and even though she was sitting lazily like that, her tall figure that couldn't be covered by loose clothes made people's eyes wander involuntarily.

A pair of long legs overlapped together, appearing slender and straight against the backdrop of loose and close-fitting trousers. The exposed ankle was slender, and connected to the sole of the foot exposed to the air, it was crystal clear and beautiful, with transparent skin and an ivory-like color.

He was covered with a blanket, the quality of which was very good, it should be the fur of some kind of demon.

Sitting up, Bai Mo hesitated, frowned, and finally asked, "Where is this place and who are you?"

Hearing this, Leng Qing raised his head, put aside the recent investigation report from Lingyin Temple about the Mu family's practice of forbidden arts, and looked at Bai Mo.

Looking at the expression on his face, it became clear instantly.

"I am Leng Qing, she is Lingling, and this is my villa in the ancient capital. It seems that you have lost your memory again."

"Leng Qing, Lingling!?" Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at them again, as well as his own amnesia.

He did not believe it, and there was no panic on his face. He leaned his body on the sofa and asked in a lazy tone:

"You really are?"

"These are my and my sister's ID cards. Do you want to take a look?"

Lingling sat up with a look of interest on her face. She was a little curious as to when Bai Mo came out this time.

But it seems inappropriate recently, after all, I don’t even know them.

"Then how did we meet?" Bai Mo looked at their ID cards, and then saw his current appearance through the reflection of the TV.

It's somewhat similar to myself, but a lot bigger. So I had some faith.

"You came to Qingtian Hunting Center and wanted to join. I happened to be there that day." Leng Qing heard the words and smiled, "You were like this that day, looking at me from top to bottom. At that time, you should be in the first year of high school. Now you are How old are you?"

"Fourteen." Bai Mo answered, and then heard Lingling said, "I don't need to say it, right?"

"Well, how did I lose my memory? Have I lost my memory before? Can this kind of amnesia be restored?"

Bai Mo asked a long list of questions, and he easily accepted his amnesia.

"You also experienced amnesia before. This state can be restored." Lingling roughly told him about his amnesia and the reasons for it.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, a little proud. He didn't expect that he was a high-level mage.

Then he hesitated and asked, "What is our relationship?"

"What do you think?" Leng Qing looked at him with a half-smile.

"Girlfriend?" Bai Mo looked at her.

Leng Qing nodded slightly and pointed at Lingling, "She is your partner."

Bai Mo nodded again and asked hesitantly, "How long will I lose my memory?"

"I don't know. It's up to you. It's only for one day at most. Do you want to experience your current magic?" Lingling's eyes were bright, observing Bai Mo's current expression.

He didn't seem to care whether he had lost his memory or not, he just maintained an indifferent attitude.

Then I heard him say, "No, I want to go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll call Yu Mian." Leng Qing got up and went upstairs.

"Yumian?" Bai Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he directed his eyes at Lingling.

"You're a scumbag."

In one sentence, Bai Mo understood, and he retorted, "I'm not right now, you can wait until my memory recovers."

"No, you are too thick-skinned, I am too lazy to say it."

"It doesn't matter, I'm too lazy to listen. It's useless for you to tell me." Bai Mo turned his head.

"Where are you going?"

"Taihua Mountain."

One hundred and twenty kilometers east of the ancient capital, Taihua Mountain is located.

Looking at the towering peaks where the sword is in danger, a majestic aura of overlooking the heaven and earth instantly fills my heart.

At the top of the West Peak, Leng Qing brought Bai Mo and others here.

Looking back in the blink of an eye, I can touch the clouds with my hand. The white clouds in front of me have formed hundreds of thousands of mountains, one after another, one after another. When the wind blows, they annihilate each other.

Standing at such a high place, it seems that all of Kyushu is within sight.