Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Lu Bingfeng roared, trembling with the severe pain all over his body as he began to draw star paths. I vow to freeze Bai Mo in place first, and then teach him a lesson!

"SB!" Bai Mo cursed, fell to the ground, and released the possession of Wind Ling, "Wind Ling, cripple him, don't beat him to death."

Seeing Bai Mo being beaten, Fengling, who was already furious, came out and raised a blue-white gust of wind. The gust of wind turned into countless wind knives, all of which cut into Lu Bingfeng's body.

Lu Bingfeng's blood-coagulated blood-clothes suddenly shattered into powder, white ink covered Lingling's eyes, and the wind knife continued to blow.

The tiny wind knife cut into Lu Bingfeng's already broken body, but it did not hurt his fatal part, but only caused him pain.

"Ah————!! You...live..."

Roaring in pain, Lu Bingfeng could only speak a few syllables before he couldn't bear it and fainted.

The residents on the other side who were still congratulating themselves on being rescued suddenly couldn't bear to watch and started screaming again.

"Wind Ling, tie up that mountain spirit!" Bai Mo glanced at the mountain spirit that was knocked unconscious by his pinch not far away, and quickly gave instructions to the little wind spirit.

He is now afraid that this thing will wake up. He is not in a good condition right now. He may not be able to catch this thing with the wind spirit, so it is better to tie it up as soon as possible.

After hearing Bai Mo's instructions, Fengling waved her little hand, and the howling wind turned into a rope, wrapping the mountain spirit tightly.

"Uh-huh!"

Feng Ling flew in front of Bai Mo and signaled him to quickly restore his magic power, and Feng Ling came to protect him.

"We have to go back to the hunting place first, Lingling. Did you take all those photos just now?" Bai Mo said, and Feng Ling, who understood what he meant, instantly merged.

"I took it. It's a military recorder. I can see your battle clearly."

Lingling nodded and glanced at Lu Bingfeng who was lying on the ground. This person almost ruined things today.

"That's good, let's go back."

Bai Mo glanced at Lu Bingfeng who was unconscious on the ground covered in blood, hoping that the residents who were frightened by him would be kind enough to save him later.

The Judgment Council will come to him to question him.

Soon, Bai Mo and Lingling returned to Qingtian Hunting House.

The mountain spirit that had just been released was soon returned to Leng Qing, who was waiting here.

"Are you not hurt?" Leng Qing looked at Bai Mo's slightly pale face and couldn't help but ask.

"The magic energy is almost used up." Bai Mo blinked and opened his hands, "It's just that the ice is a bit freezing, so I need a hug from Qingqing to get better."

Leng Qing glanced at Lingling, whose eyes were floating wildly, stretched out his hand to take the recorder, and read it bit by bit.

After looking at Bai Mo again, he looked like he had no obvious injuries, and finally said, "I'll take you to the clinic next door for a checkup."

I went to the clinic next door for a comprehensive mental, soul and physical examination, and the result was that except for a few bruises caused by the shock, and the lack of magic energy that needed to be recovered in time, there were no other scars.

On the way back to the hunting place, Leng Qing suddenly stopped.

"Hey, why don't you leave?"

"Hug me." Leng Qing's voice was as calm as ever.

"what?"

"That's it."

"Forget it, it doesn't count." Bai Mo said, turning around and hugging Leng Qing beside him.

The winter clothes were still a bit thick, and although Bai Mo could only feel the vague softness, he didn't want to let go for a while.

After a while, Leng Qing raised his hand and pushed him away.

"It's time to go back."

"Well, let's go."

After entering the hunting house, Bai Mo was urged to meditate to recover, but he was not needed for the next thing.

He went to the room on the second floor to meditate. Downstairs, after communicating with his sister about this operation and the search for wind, Lingling glanced at Leng Qing, who was about to lead the mountain spirit out resolutely, her voice was sweet and cold. Here comes the sentence:

"Oh, the ice is a bit freezing, I need a hug from Qingqing to heal me!"

Leng Qing paused, glanced back at Lingling, and walked away expressionlessly.

……

In the Pearl Wizard Tower, Councilor Wen Jianhua looked at the map of the coastline, thinking about the missing people in the Magic City that he had seen a few days ago. Wrong, but I just can’t spare much energy.

Suddenly, his personal phone rang. After taking a look, Wen Jianhua was a little surprised.

"Song Qiming, you old guy, why do you think of calling me?"

"I sent you an email. Please read it. It may be of some help to you."

"what?"

"You can figure it out by yourself, don't ask me, an old man, everything!"

After saying that, Song Qiming hung up the phone, and Wen Jianhua moved his eyebrows. This old guy has been a priest for a long time, and he talks in a dazzling way.

He turned on his computer and found that there was indeed an email from Qingtian Hunting Institute in his private mailbox, so he clicked to view it.

Inside is an experimental information about mountain spirits and a video about the experiment.

Wen Jianhua naturally knew about the mountain spirit. He also knew about the underground human trafficking and fraud organizations in the Demon City. This group of monsters accounted for a large proportion.

Seeing this, Wen Jianhua immediately became energetic and asked Song Qiming to call him. This information might really be able to solve the problem of mountain spirits in the Magic City and even various cities in the south.

At the same time, pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and dig out those beasts wearing human skins together!

After reading the document and clicking on the video, Wen Jianhua's eyes froze again. How come the whole thing was done by a little girl and a young man who looked like a student.

Why is Song Qiming so unreliable?

Wen Jianhua continued to read, his eyes narrowed, this Bai Mo's strength was not bad. What happened to that Lu Bingfeng?

"Come, go to Qingtian Hunting Station, and also convene a meeting of Pearl Council members..."

He called the Secretary-General and made arrangements. With this, Wen Jianhua didn't believe that anyone would dare to blatantly stop him from fighting these criminal gangs.

……

After meditating all night, it was already noon when he opened his eyes, and Bai Mo's magic power finally recovered.

When she came downstairs, Lingling was typing on the computer, not knowing what she was doing.

"How is the situation?" Bai Mo asked as he poured himself a glass of water at the bar.

"People from the Tribunal and the Magic Association have started taking action, and several mountain elves have been captured and are being interrogated.

The Magic Association specially dispatched two high-level psychic mages. If they can't find out, they will forcefully search the mind to find useful things in the minds of the mountain spirits. "

Lingling's expression rarely showed obvious relaxation and joy. It seemed that overcoming a big problem and solving a big problem gave her a sense of accomplishment and the joy of realizing her self-worth.

"Won't someone interfere with this?" Bai Mo took out his mobile phone and looked through the Spark Trial website to see if there were any related tasks, and asked casually.

"Although there are many people in the Trial Society and the Magic Association, but now this is an obvious opportunity to take credit. No matter what, they will capture the mountain spirit."

Lingling said calmly, looking at the monitoring of the official personnel who were arresting and searching for the mountain spirits on the computer interface, the look in her eyes was eager to try.