Chapter 212: Awakening Buddhist Sound
Bai Mo glanced over here and saw that Han Ji and the others were all pale, and Mo Fan's aura was getting weaker and weaker. He knew that he could not delay any longer. What he needed now was to get rid of the corpses on the mountain and let Ding Yumian take charge of the armor as soon as possible.
"Tu Luo, go deal with the Ghost Tyrant."
After giving the order, Bai Mo watched Tu Luo leap over 500 meters and land directly on the Ghost Tyrant who was constantly colliding with Mo Fan.
In the sea of spirit, the sound system was also connected by the divine light. He could feel various melodies ringing in the spiritual world. Bai Mo thought of the information he had seen when he was looking for information about sound magic. A genius had created a requiem that could restore magic energy.
The sound system touches the soul and is profound and unfathomable!
As his spiritual world, which was unknown how vast, was filled with musical notes, Bai Mo seemed to really hear the voices of all spirits in the world and feel the tunes being played.
“Awakening Buddhist Sound!”
Bai Mo uttered these four words gently, but they resounded through the clouds and reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield of the ancient capital. It sounded like the humming of an ancient bell, far away and yet earth-shaking! !
Such a magnificent and huge sound enveloped everyone, but no one was dizzy or dazzled by the strong sound waves, and they couldn't even feel the impact of the huge sound waves.
Some people feel comfortable as if they hear the Mother Goddess whispering softly or humming a gentle tune, a melody that sounds like nature and makes people relax subconsciously.
The whole spirit and soul seemed to be purified by the water of Tianshan Mountain, and seemed to be baptized by the clean morning light. All the fear, worry, helplessness, despair and all the dark emotions that had accumulated in this short day melted away in the sound of Sanskrit like the spring rain!
Whether it is Han Ji and others who are fighting on the front line, or several super-class mages who are rushing to recover their magic power in the bell tower, or Leng Qing who is commanding on the inner city wall and is constantly fighting with a group of mages, using magic to drive away the undead attacking An Jie.
They all felt that their originally depleted magic power, which was originally unable to make ends meet, was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by the extremely comfortable chanting of the Sanskrit sound that went straight into their souls! !
"What kind of sound magic is this?"
The hunting king Du Xiao felt the magic power rapidly filling up in his body and exclaimed in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes became sharp as he stared at the Ghostly Tyrant outside the city.
"Hahaha, I'm going to kill you today!"
Han Ji, who was dodging the aftermath of the attack caused by the collision between Guixiang Tyrant and Tulue, was also full of astonishment at this moment. The power that Bai Mo displayed at this moment completely exceeded his understanding of magic.
However, he was currently in the middle of a battle and obviously did not have time to think so much. Han Ji raised his hand and the healing star sea, which was mostly filled, lit up with dazzling divine light again. An Aquarius star instantly enveloped the already shaky Lu Xu, recovering his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mo Fan, who was frantically fighting against the weakened demonic power, was shocked when he heard the sacred heavenly sound of Sanskrit. Suddenly, he felt that the demon seemed to be able to stay for a while.
Sha Yuan
The melodious sounds of nature echoed throughout the entire altar. Ding Yumian, who was already exhausted from fighting against the ancient king in armor and felt that it would take quite some time, suddenly felt a shock to his spirit, and his soul power increased a lot in an instant!
And the evil armor instantly cut off the endless supply of emotional energy of despair and fear!
As one side gained strength while the other side lost strength, Ding Yumian instantly burst out all his spiritual power and started a decisive battle with the last evil soul power in the ancient king's armor! He isolated its corrosive power outside his soul!
On the ground, the morale of the people was boosted by Bai Mo's awakening Buddhist chant. The people in the city now had only one thought in their minds: to drive away the undead!!
In mid-air, Bai Mo's momentum has reached its peak at this moment, as majestic as the ocean, and as deep and majestic as a mountain range.
Facing the Mountain Corpse and the sea of corpses it ruled alone, he even felt two other powerful forces among the endless undead.
Bai Mo knew that he had to intimidate these deceased kings from all directions, lest they think that the land on earth was their charity to their descendants.
"Destroy!"
A voice was uttered, and then a huge sound wave and air wave that swept across the heaven and earth and directly broke through the dark clouds in the sky, flowed from in front of Bai Mo towards the corpse on the mountain!
The whistling sound that came from the front resounded in the thousand-meter sea of corpses, and it was so terrifying that it shook the sky and the earth!
The sharp and powerful sound waves shook the space, and heavy whistles swept through the thousand-meter-long sea of corpses surrounding the corpse of the mountain, just like a group of invisible giant beasts rushing past! !
Countless rotten corpses turned into powder, and more than a thousand hills of flesh and corpses collapsed like a dam corroded by ant holes!
And behind it was like a wall of sky, or like the sound waves and air waves of a hundred-meter tsunami, covering more than three hundred meters, leaving the Mountain Corpse no space to hide.
"Huh!!!!"
The Corpse of the Mountain roared loudly. There was no minister in front of him to serve as a human shield. In an instant, he grabbed several ministers who stretched out their hands and retreated from behind, and smashed the towering sound waves like a mountain of meat cannonballs.
The terrifying sound waves carried a huge vibration force and sharp penetrating power. The powerful body of the commander-level corpse minister suddenly hit it and turned into a flying blood-red powder in an instant.
“Yeaa ...
The Corpse of the Mountain was also fierce and domineering. Facing such a powerful sound wave and air wave that was enough to shatter its majestic body, he not only did not retreat, but instead swung a pair of arms like mad dragon pillars, and slapped them hard in front of him, like a sumo wrestler warming up, and with his legs as thick as pillars of the sky, he actually rushed directly towards the oncoming air wave and sound wave!
When the two got closer, everyone discovered that the corpse on the mountain was almost as tall as the majestic sound waves that towered up to the clouds.
“BOOM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!”
There was a deafening roar and the roaring sound waves blew away the corpses a thousand meters away, and hit the inner city's barrier, leaving fine cracks!
Everyone saw that half of the front of the mountain corpse was cracked, and the flesh on the huge body was mostly cut off, and the bones inside could be seen. The hands were even more half missing, and the ferocious face was even more hideous, all of it was a blur of flesh and blood! !
"Good job, Bai Mo!"
Han Ji, who had rushed over to join the battle from afar, shouted loudly. With the help of Tu Luo and Mo Fan, the Ghost Tyrant had been seriously injured by them and was now escaping with his countless ghost soldiers. As long as they could deal with the mountain corpse in front of them, the ancient capital would usher in victory!
"Attack his throat, which is the vital point of the Mountain Corpse."
As soon as Han Ji finished speaking, destructive magics with powerful momentum came out and enveloped the corpse of the mountain!
Even though blood was flowing like a river and even though his body was seriously injured, the Corpse on the Mountain stood still, as if he did not know how to retreat.
Faced with the various destructive magics that were coming at him with great momentum, the destructive elements that burst out when they collided with each other could directly turn a small monarch into ashes in an instant, but he did not show the slightest fear or retreat.
At this moment, a black vortex suddenly appeared above the mountain corpse's head, and all the destructive magics were absorbed by it.
And then everyone discovered that above the mountain corpse, a figure wearing ancient armor and with his entire face shrouded in dark mist appeared.
She raised her hand and pointed at the black vortex above her head. The powerful destructive magic that had been absorbed rushed out of the black vortex and instantly shattered the thick black rain cloud in the sky that was already half broken.
Then four more people fell into the whirlpool.
“Ding Yumian, Monkey, Su Xiaoluo, Instructor Zhankong!” Mo Fan, who had become extremely weak after being freed from demonization, looked at the two people in the middle who fell out and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the third one, his eyes widened immediately.
Then everything went dark before his eyes and he passed out.
Han Ji and the others stared at the man standing on top of the corpse on the mountain. They were all so shocked that they couldn't speak, and a look of death crept up on their faces.
"Let's go."
Then they heard a clear and cold voice coming from the armor, which made them stunned. In addition to being surprised, Han Ji felt that the voice and figure were somewhat familiar.
Bai Mo nodded slightly at the corpse on the mountain and the evil body Yu Mian that turned and left above its head. When he saw those clear eyes, he knew that they had succeeded.
As they watched the deceased king disappear over the horizon, the rolling sea of the dead also sank beneath the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, retreating back to the world of the dead.
Bai Mo turned around and looked at the countless residual souls and spirits falling on the battlefield. He waved his hand slightly, and suddenly a river of souls gathered, and countless souls began to gather in the vessel of dead souls.
Space-based attacks were not used much in this battle, so there were not many souls. When the number of souls reached five thousand, Bai Mo was slightly stunned.
He felt that the number of souls that could be stored in the Soul Vessel had reached its limit.
"point!"
With a thought, Bai Mo left behind the essence and the commander-level residual soul, and poured out the rest.
After doing all this, he exited the divine presence state, and the majestic white mark between his eyebrows faded. Facing the doubtful eyes of Han Ji and others, Bai Mo's expression became indifferent, and his tone became emotionless.
"This is my dimensional talent, and it comes at a great cost. My current state is also part of the cost."
"I don't know what the price is, but as the benefactor of the ancient capital, we are willing to do our best." Li Deming, the head of the Li family, said at this time.
Bai Mo looked at Li Deming with an indifferent gaze, as if a god was looking down at a mortal, as if a child was watching an ant being crushed, and did not answer.
When Li Deming was looked at like that, he suddenly felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was speechless, thinking of Bai Mo's powerful attitude just now. He suddenly felt embarrassed to laugh, but in his heart he was thinking about how to build a good relationship with him.
Mo Ran glanced around and saw that the super-class guarding the city was also flying over, and Leng Qing also came over. Bai Mo stood next to Han Ji, and then continued in a dead voice:
"When I used my talent to exert the sound system just now, I could feel the sound of everyone's soul. I found Saran."
"Sarang!" Hearing this, everyone's attention was diverted, and Han Ji couldn't wait to ask, "Who is Sararang?"
"Elder of the Hunter Alliance, Ling Xi." Bai Mo locked his eyes on a beautiful woman next to Zuo Feng. Ironically, Ling Xi was also a member of the group that fought off the Ghost Tyrant.
"Lingxi!"
Han Ji's eyes instantly locked onto Ling Xi. At the same time, the several super-class warriors around him were also full of vigor. Bai Mo's might and strength just now were too powerful and incredible, and his sound system was indeed mysterious and unpredictable, which made them unable to disbelieve.
However, facing the aura of seven or eight super-class people around him, Ling Xi did not seem to be afraid. He had neither the anger of a normal person being slandered nor the panic of having his identity discovered.
After appreciating everyone's expressions with a nonchalant look, he looked at the tangled look of the guy named Zuo Feng beside him and smiled softly, "You just believed him like that? I am the elder of the Hunter Alliance."
"We naturally have a way to tell whether it is you or not, just capture him!" Han Ji waved his hand, not moved at all.
The royal mage Yao Ting was the first to respond. He created a space cage and trapped Ling Xi. The others around him also used restrictive magic one after another.
"You two think you can control me?" Ling Xi's voice suddenly turned cold. She certainly couldn't be caught here, and not all the people in the trial were just sitting there to do nothing.
"puff!"
“Puff!!”
At this moment, several super-class mages who had originally attacked Ling Xi all spat out black poisonous blood, and the magic that they were about to use was instantly interrupted.
"When!" Zuo Feng spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood in disbelief. It was black and full of bugs, and his face was full of disbelief.
Mouth after mouthful of blood flowed out uncontrollably. If he kept spitting out like this, it wouldn't be long before he lost too much blood and died!
"Hehehe~~, just play with my little bug slowly. You're still a long way from catching me, Saran!"
Ling Xi, who should be Saran at this moment, chuckled and said, taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was attracted by her termite, the wings of wind instantly spread out behind her, and she flew away at a high speed.
She had no intention of taking the opportunity to fight back. Not to mention that she was not strong enough, among the super-class people present, only a few who were close to her were poisoned, while the others were fine.
Mo Fan, Bai Mo. She remembered these two names.
Some people wanted to chase after them, but were stopped by Han Ji, who was treating several super-class mages who were vomiting blood. "Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Let me check for you. This poison is very strong."
Hearing this, the super-class mages led by Zhu Meng hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not chase after him.
Zhu Meng came to Han Ji and said in a serious tone, "Now that she has revealed her true form, I don't believe she can escape from Kyushu's net. Immediately notify all magic organizations across the country and do their best to track down and kill the Black Church and Saran!"
"That's right, but we should let President Han check him out." Li Deming stroked his beard, "I just got my grandson, I can't let him die in obscurity!"
On the other side, Bai Mo still had no expression as he watched Saran escape.
Ding Yumian and Leng Qing walked to his side. Although it was the first time Leng Qing saw him like this, he knew at a glance that this was not a good thing.
"How are you?" She grabbed Bai Mo's hand and asked with concern.
Bai Mo glanced at her indifferently, then glanced at Ding Yumian, and seemed to have no interest in anything. He just nodded as usual, "It's okay, let's talk about it when we get back."
After that, they returned to the ancient capital.
(End of this chapter)
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