Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

When we returned to Jinyuan Apartment, Ai Tutu was already asleep.

The two of them hugged each other at the entrance. Mu Nujiao was already a little dazed from the kiss and was led by Bai Mo.

Ding ding ding~~~~~~

Just as he was about to bring her into Ai Tutu's room, a rapid bell rang out.

Bai Mo's expression froze and he let Mu Nujiao go.

"Huh?" Mu Nujiao opened her eyes in a daze, wondering why this person stopped.

"Something happened. I'll go take care of it. You go to sleep first."

Bai Mo appeared in her room in a flash.

"What...what happened?"

Seeing his unusual expression, Mu Nujiao's confused eyes became clearer and she asked.

"Something happened over there."

Ever since I was protecting the Viking family, I have obtained the sonic supernatural power of Cade the Headhunter.

Bai Mo's five-tone clock actually has a lot more small bells.

These small bells are usually hidden as patterns in the five-tone bells.

But it also has many functions, and the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission originally developed by Bai Mo is one of them.

Originally, voice transmission required him to start a single thread before the conversation could begin, but now, as long as they had his bell, both parties could start voice transmission.

He had given this bell to Lingling, and just now, the urgent ringing sound came from Lingling.

"In danger, come to support!"

After Lingling said these two sentences, she stopped transmitting the message, as if it was too late, or perhaps for some other reason.

"Then go quickly."

Mu Nujiao urged. She also understood Lingling's ability and judgment. If she really asked for help, it meant that she really needed support.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, his figure flashed, and disappeared immediately.

When he reached a high altitude, he threw the Soul Refining Pot directly out.

The black airflow spread out at the first moment, and he had turned into a silver stream of light and flashed a few times, arriving at the edge of the Demon City.

The Jingwei appeared on the spot and quickly caught up with him who was traveling by teleportation with a few flaps of wings.

Through the five-tone bell's induction of the bell, Bai Oh can know Lingling's current location.

It is probably located on the coast where Qingzhou and Suzhou meet.

It was not far from the Demon City. Heading north along the coastline, Jingwei flew at full speed, and the entire world became blurred and distorted.

While hurrying on the road, Bai Mo tried to contact Lingling, holding the five-tone bell in his hand and shaking it continuously.

Finally, the sound came again.

"Bai Mo, where have you been?"

From the sound of Lingling's breathing being calm, he knew she wasn't injured, which made him feel relieved.

Bai Mo checked the location and said, "We have passed Jinling."

"We are near Aishan, on the Bamboo Forest Island off the coast of Aishan. The Bamboo Forest Island was surrounded by the Aishan Hidden Clan. Mo Fan and the others were trapped inside, and I sneaked out."

Hearing this, Bai Mo felt relieved immediately. Just as a smile appeared on his face, Lingling's slightly hurried voice came again.

"You'd better bring Sister Yumian here. The Aishan Hidden Clan has a special curse that will cause the enemy to fall into a deep sleep. I just fell asleep~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was hung up again. Bai Mo tried to shake the bell again, trying to wake Lingling up, but it was useless.

His face suddenly darkened and he called out the wind spirit to possess Jingwei directly.

Suddenly, Jingwei's speed increased to another level.

Bai Mo didn't know where Aisan was, but fortunately it was shown on the map, and he could also rely on the sensing of the bell on Lingling.

He was a little worried at first, wondering if Lingling would have any problems after falling asleep under the curse.

But considering that he just fell asleep and woke up again, there should be no problem.

They arrived at Mount Ai at lightning speed. At this moment, the shadowy forest was full of traces of battle.

You can see some flames in the deep mountains, and broken walls are burning under the wildfire.

Someone ran out from inside, but was quickly devoured by the monsters in the woods outside.

A battle trail covering several thousand meters originated from the deep mountain manor and extended to the eastern coast.

The white ink fell to the ground, leaving Jingwei watching from the sky.

Relying on induction, he stepped onto a charred stone on the coast.

Glancing around, the rolling waves are foaming on the scorched rocks,

The black stone was uneven and there was no human figure at all.

This cover-up could deceive most people, but it could not deceive him, who had already reached the peak of the eighth level of spiritual realm.

He raised his hand and grabbed the edge of the charred stone, tearing off a piece of sheet that was changing color.

Lingling's sleeping figure was revealed.

At the moment, it was curled up, and its slender and tall body seemed a little crowded in this small space.

The moonlight shone on her fair face, and it was obvious that she was sleeping soundly.

"I'm not afraid of falling and being fed to the siren."

Bai Mo muttered silently and picked him up.

A large area of ​​silver light spread out around him, calling out the Ancient Holy Light Priest.

The bright milky white light illuminated Lingling, and a faint dark red gas could be clearly seen being expelled from her body.

Silver diamond dust scattered, and white ink appeared on the back of Jingwei high in the sky.

Holy Light Ancient Festival followed immediately.

The next second, a moan was heard and Lingling in my arms opened her eyes.

The bright eyes were confused for a moment, then quickly became clear and stared at Bai Mo.

"Where am I now?"

"High above the coast of Aisan."

Hearing this, Lingling struggled out of his arms, looked around, and finally pointed in the northeast direction.

"Jingwei, fly over there."

"what happened?"

Only then did Bai Mo have the opportunity to ask this question. At the same time, a murderous aura that froze the sea breeze flashed over him.

"You should know that we found a totem here."

A hint of anger appeared on Lingling's serious face.

"We learned about the totem by chance. After a long period of exploration and investigation, we found that it was imprisoned and abused by the Aishan Hidden Tribe."

"Abuse?"

Bai Mo was surprised and confused. From what Lingling said, this totem was still alive.

But how could a living totem be abused, especially at this time?

Even the knowledgeable Lingling couldn't help but feel angry.

"Oh! Abuse! When we found it, it was already dying and extremely weak."

Lingling nodded heavily, a gleam of disgust flashed in her eyes, and continued:

"The Aishan Hidden Clan was supposed to be the guardian of this totem in the beginning. But since the holy spring of Aishan's cultivation was exhausted, they decided to protect the totem.

These people don’t know what secret recipe they use, but they can achieve the effect of a holy land of cultivation through the essence and blood of totems.

During this time, we have been hiding in the Aishan Hidden Clan and found that the totem has been reincarnated three times. Each time, it died from excessive consumption of its own blood and essence, and each time its cultivation level was lower than the last."