Chapter 126 Rich People (Please subscribe! Please vote! 23)
Lin Qingsheng has recovered from the twists and turns in the ghost den.
Just as Daoyi said, what they experienced was nothing. During the process of the fall of the Song Dynasty and the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, countless people died and countless ghost towns were built on the earth.
In such a dark and turbulent era, Daoyi and others survived.
If he can't even get over this little setback, then how can Lin Qingsheng be the head of the Great Ming Nirvana Organization?
Facing Lin Qingsheng's question, Daoyi said, "If a sword immortal of the same level stood in front of them, they wouldn't even have a chance to attack."
Daoyi gave an example and said, "For example, if the two sword immortals of the Chunyang Sect met a group of mages, it would most likely be a massacre."
"Magic is very similar to the left-handed techniques, but also somewhat different. Both require advance preparation."
"But if they are given enough preparation, they are not considered weak."
"They also made considerable contributions in the war eight hundred years ago."
It was the war that happened eight hundred years ago. This was not the first time Lin Qingsheng had heard this term. He had heard it many times.
"What happened eight hundred years ago that would seal the heaven and earth?"
Listening to Lin Qingsheng's doubts, Daoyi was silent for a moment. He subconsciously looked up at the sky and said:
"When the time comes, you will know it naturally."
………
On the day after the incident in Diswang Prison, a letter with a gloomy and low-pitched mage flower printed on it was delivered to the table of the United Parliament of the Western Countries.
On the envelope was written in pigeon blood: Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.
The handwriting is elegant and exudes a noble atmosphere.
It was a warning, an unequivocal threat.
As medieval wizards, the cold and cruel counterattack of the Wizards Association frightened everyone.
If you dare to arrest my people, I will fight back.
In the Middle Ages, this land was still in the feudal era. What is feudalism? It is a system similar to the feudal system of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in the East, and the country nurtured under this system.
Except for the nobles, the rest of the people living there had no concept of country and family.
The same goes for magicians.
The gloomy and low-pitched wizard flower seemed to bloom with death and curse.
The meeting room of the United Parliament of Western Countries was eerily quiet that day. No one knew what they discussed that day, but in the end, every participant's face looked not very good, just like the continuous rain.
Because before the wizard sent the letter, another letter was delivered to the hands of one of the Western countries.
It was a rich black and purple mandala, like eyes coveting the world in the night.
And the letter demanded that no one be allowed to enter the Mormal Forest.
The gloomy sky of the Middle Ages seemed to appear above the earth again.
As the Speaker often says these days:
“A new era is brewing, and the distant East is already ahead of everyone.”
………
Behind the hazy miasma, on the green grassland, a huge stone tower stands, as if it had been lost in the world.
The owner of this tower is the president of the Magic Association - Russell Bedford Larman, who is also Prague's teacher.
He is the most powerful magician in the world and has profound attainments in potions.
He has a pair of black eyes, long black hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes are deep and bright.
Standing at the tower window, Russell Bedford Larman looked down.
"Without the ruler of a knight family, how dare he blaspheme the noble mage?"
"Does he think he is the emperor of the East?"
From his words, it seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the Western countries.
In the eyes of magicians, ordinary people are unsightly.
Prague said, "Teacher, they have learned enough lessons. What we need to do now is to find Lida and the others. Before I separated from them, they went to the Mormal Forest. I suspect they fell into the hands of the witch."
Russell Bedford Larman said, "Witches? Aren't those people who served the devil still alive? I thought they were all dead in the war that year."
The devil's servant is one of the most difficult people to communicate with in the world.
Russell Bedford Larman said: "It seems that a negotiation is needed!"
………
Deep in the Mormal Forest, endless darkness shrouds the place, and one can seem to hear someone whispering.
In the darkness, there were thatched huts made of dead branches, simple and gloomy.
The ground is covered with fragrant black and purple datura flowers. The flowers are blooming all over the earth, but they do not look bright at all.
Instead, it is filled with a weird feeling.
This is where witches live.
They are people who believe in the devil.
Fiery red hair appeared from under the cloak, and a pair of red pupils looked at the altar in the distance. She was the witch leader Mela.
The altar in the distance is where sacrifices are prepared to the devil.
Meila opened her scarlet lips slightly and said, "Those people are from the Magic Association. The Magic Association should be handing over to us soon. Now we are still missing the most critical thing, and they should have that thing."
"The blood of the killer, will they have it?" asked Narsi, the witch beside Mera.
Meila said: "It was just a trophy from the war back then. It's very rare."
Her eyes seemed to see through the distance of time and look at the great battle.
"In fact, there should be a lot of stuff in the East, but I don't know if it has been preserved."
"Before, I heard that people from the Magic Association went there, probably to look for what was left."
"I just don't know if they have found anything good. There are so many good things in the land of the East, but my lord doesn't allow us to go."
Nars was curious: "Why doesn't my lord allow us to go?"
Meila was silent for a moment and then said, "This is not something you should know!"
The gloomy earth remained gloomy, and roars were heard from the deep forest from time to time. The view quickly widened from the deep forest, leaving behind a lush forest.
Wen Zhengming withdrew his vision and gradually moved it towards the distance.
Above the land of Daming, golden light was swirling again, and colorful light hit the sky.
Even if you expand your vision to a satellite perspective, you can still see the golden light shining.
That was the last collective advent set by Wen Zhengming.
"It's time for the ten great families to come."
Wen Zhengming raised his head. The cave above Mount Zhongnan seemed to always look like this, deep blue.
"Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, this is considered complete."
………
Above the sea, Yi Su raised his head, and a pair of eyes filled with endless charm lit up.
"The client I've never met is finally here!"
"Who is it?" Yaozan asked with his mouth open.
Yi Su narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course it's a fat...rich man!"
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