Chapter 91: Xia Ziyan {xml} the Mystery of Resurrection
The news of the Chinese monk's crazy was quickly reported to the Mage Tower by the shadow secret spies hidden everywhere.
Top floor of the Mage Tower.
Irina, Charlie and Kirk sat opposite each other around the large magic circle, their faces gloomy.
"What exactly is Xia Ziyan going to do? Didn't she say that the National War will be in ten years? It's less than 10 years, why are she going crazy now?" Charlie White shouted angrily.
"Who knows? When will this battle be fought or not? Xia Ziyan decides in one sentence. What can we do? Who told us that the three of us can't leave here?" Kirk Barack said gloomy.
"Those Chinese monks like ants are really arrogant!" Charlie said angrily, "I annoyed me, so I left the Holy Tower and went to kill them without leaving any armor!"
"I dare say that if you leave the Holy Tower, you will meet Xia Ziyan!" Irina snorted coldly, "Since she dares to do this, she must have arrived near the Holy Tower! Now we are looking for death when we go out!"
"What do you think you should do? Just watch here, waiting for others to kill all our disciples?" Charlie White shouted angrily.
"Charlie! If Xia Ziyan wants to kill all your disciples, it's enough to be alone! Anyway, we can't live without the wizard tower, but she can walk around at will!" Irina shouted coldly, "Calm down! I'll let you
What about the investigation? Who killed hundreds of Chinese monks? Which idiot did it?"
"No idiot did it!" Charlie White seemed a little afraid of Irina, and lowered his head and said quietly, "Our level 10 magicians all swear to the great Lord that it has nothing to do with this matter. And that dead
Among the Chinese, there is also a guy who is so strong that he is perverted. Our level 10 magician is not his opponent when he faces him! This matter must have nothing to do with our people!"
"Even Wang Sen is dead? That must not be the hand of our level 10 magician!" A hint of thinking appeared on Kirk Barack's face, "Is it the internal strife of Chinese people?"
"Don't talk about who did it first! Let's talk about what we should do!" Charlie White said irritably, "You can't watch and ignore it. Let the Chinese kill all our people! What should I do? There must be one
idea!"
"Or let all the senior deacons of the Inquisition go out and get some face back?" Kirk Barack looked at Irina with an inquiring look, "Or let the guys in the temple also move?"
"Nonsense!" Irina swears directly, "Do you really want to mess with Xia Ziyan going crazy? Before we don't have the fourth holy magician, we can only endure!"
Irina stood up slowly and said with a cold look on her face: "Send the order immediately. All the elite disciples of the Holy Tower will withdraw to the north shore of Lake Calais! If you don't have time to evacuate, you will retreat to the nearby city-state first! No one is allowed to take the initiative to provoke.
, If it is not absolutely necessary, the identity of the magician is not allowed to be exposed!"
"Sir!" Charlie White also stood up and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you too cautious? Then the Chinese will be even more arrogant! Sir, if you do this, you will make the Lord's servants sad and die of sadness.
!”
"Charlie! It's only 10 days!" Irina shouted coldly, "It's better to make the Lord's servants sad than to let the Lord's servants die! I dare say Xia Ziyan is nearby.
!If you don’t believe it, you two will show me!"
Charlie and Kirk were both shocked and stood up straight. Irina chanted the spell lowly, and in a flash, a huge light curtain appeared in front of her.
There was a woman above the light curtain, but it was blurred. Irina's face became extremely indifferent, and she shouted coldly: "Xia Ziyan!"
On the light curtain, the figure of the woman slowly appeared, which looked like a beautiful woman in palace clothes. The woman's outfit was obviously Chinese, but those who came and went around her were all
He is a Rakshasa man with a high nose and deep nose.
The woman stood on the street so casually, but no one could see her existence. When the Rakshasa people around her passed by her, they involuntarily avoided her.
Behind the woman were buildings with very Rakshasa characteristics. The most conspicuous one was a huge tower. On the top of the tower, there were white lights emitting.
"Xia Ziyan! Why are you here for our Holy Tower? You... you are too much!" Charlie White looked at the woman on the screen and shouted in shock.
The tall tower behind the woman was the holy tower they were in!
"Hehe. Bad uncle Charlie, I come here if I like it, and leave if I like it. Can't you? Why don't you come out and drive me away?" the woman smiled sweetly.
"Xia Ziyan, I have checked this matter! It's really not done by our people from the Holy Tower. Don't you feel that it's too much to take your anger on us like this?" Irina's tone became extremely cold, cold.
Cold road.
"Hehe! Sister Irina, this is not done by your people, was it ours? Or were the local monks in the city-state, or were they just Japanese people far away in the deep sea? You think this is what
Is it meaningful?” There was also a hint of coldness in the woman’s voice.
"Xia Ziyan, is it too long for the 10th day? What if it is five days?" Kirk Barack also said hurriedly.
"Little vampire Kirk, right? Hehe, 10 days will not be short of a day!" The woman sneered coldly, "In the past few days, it is best for you to not make any wrong ideas. Magicians above level 10 are best.
Don't leave this tower. Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying these juniors! Especially you, Kirk," said Xia Ziyan, coldly glanced at Kirk Barack, "If you dare to take this tower to break
, After I killed you, I don’t mind going to your vampire castle!”
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the picture dissipated. Irina's face was extremely cold, while Charlie White and Kirk Barack looked at each other and couldn't speak.
This fierce man had already appeared under the holy tower. No matter how unwilling they were or how angry they were, they could only be suppressed in their hearts.
Because the woman was still holding the sword in her hand!
The sword that trapped them for thousands of years and the brilliance of the holy tower could not shine into the desert!
...
In the Mage Tower City, under the soft holy light.
A Chinese woman in palace costume walked casually on the streets. There were many magicians coming and going, but no one could see her existence.
It seems that walking in the holy city of Rakshasa Kingdom is like her own backyard for her.
The woman had this sword in her hand. The shape of the sword was exactly similar to that of the Qinggang Sword. There were also 7 small grooves at the hilt. On the grooves, the spirit stones were embedded, but
Seven dark brown gems.
This sword was held in the woman's hand without any fluctuations of spiritual power.
Looking back at the tower above her head, the corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised.
"I know it's not yours."
"But, so what?"
...
Lelang Sea, Tsushima Island.
The wind was roaring, and dark clouds were everywhere.
Under the gloomy lead clouds, huge lightning struck wildly towards the buildings on Tsushima Island.
A sudden hurricane swept up a giant lang like a hill, slapped heavily on Tsushima Island. The huge lang head with a very bitter terrifying spiritual power slaps on those gorgeous buildings. Wherever you pass, the buildings are all
All turned into pieces.
At this time, Tsushima is like the end of the world!
The dense Japanese monks, holding all kinds of strange magic weapons in their hands, were wailing and hiding everywhere in the mountains. From time to time, someone was hit by his head, and then turned into a ball of blood and mixed into the giant lang.
.
Occasionally, someone took off his sword and thought of flying away from this place, huge lightning bolts immediately burst out in the sky, and instantly they turned into ashes with the man and the magic weapon.
The Japanese monks on the ground all looked desperate, and many of them crawled directly on the ground, praying that the disaster would end soon.
In the central pavilion of Tsushima Island, within the underground secret room.
Kenichi Matsumoto crawled on the ground with a look of horror, and the strange statue in front of him was dancing wildly, and the hoarse roar echoed in the secret room.
"Damn it! The energy quota for me for 2000 years was all used by your precious son, but the mission failed!"
"I haven't said that, I actually lost the token of Benzeng! How to explain this to Benzeng in the future! Matsumoto, you deserve to die! Your son deserves to die! You all deserve to die!"
"Sir!" Ken Matsumoto's face looked like a mortal, and he kowtowed repeatedly, "It's really damn if a child is not good at doing things! But I hope that for our dedicated service for more than a hundred years, I will spare these disciples under my disciples. After all, I will do my job in the future.
Need manpower!”
"Do work? Hehehe! The tokens were taken away by someone. No matter how much energy the creature absorbed, what's the use? Damn it, damn it!"
Accompanied by the hysterical roar of the strange statue, hundreds of lightning as thick as a bowl of lightning bombarded the Tsushima Island in the sky outside, and a dozen Japanese monks died suddenly.
Kenichi Matsumoto crawled on the ground, not daring to say another word.
After the strange statue roared for a while, it seemed that it slowly calmed down. The lead clouds were still low above the island outside, but there was no lightning strike, and the huge lang slowly became smaller.
There was a miserable scene on Tsuma Island. The surviving Japanese monks stood in a daze outside the towers of the central square, their faces full of horror. Today, Tsuma Island is already white, with only this one building.
The pavilion remains!
In the underground secret room.
After spitting out a string of strange words, the strange statue hissed: "Matsumoto, I will give you another chance to atone for your hard work for many years of service!"
"Thank you, Lord God!" Ken Matsumoto looked happy and kowtowed repeatedly.
"I will use the secret method to recall your son's soul and resurrect him. You will know the truth of this matter. However, this matter requires one of your three souls to be extracted. From then on, you will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation again. Are you willing?"
Hehehehe.
"Sir God, are you saying that Nobunaga can be resurrected?" Ken Matsumoto said without hesitation, "I am willing, I am willing to thank God for my fulfillment! As long as I can resurrect the child, I will take me all.
I am willing to do my soul too!”
The strange statue made a strange smile and said, "It's quite refreshing to agree! But don't thank me. It's just a deal between you and me. Matsumoto, I didn't expect that you would kill people all your life, and today I'm willing to do it for an illegitimate child.
It is not difficult to get the master to take action, but using this soul-slaying technique will cost a huge price. Don’t forget what you promise me!"
Kenichi Matsumoto said: "Don't worry, I will never go back on my promise!"
The statue burst into strange laughter again, but one arm slowly moved and reached into Ken Matsumoto's head, but no blood flowed out. Ken Matsumoto's face was twisted, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The statue slowly stretched out his arm, but there was a human-shaped ball of light on his hand. His face looked exactly like Kenichi Matsumoto.
An obscure spell was emitted from the statue's mouth. In a moment, countless light spots flew from all directions and condensed on the small light ball. After a few breaths, no light spots flew over, but the light ball was
It was several times bigger, and his face turned into Oda Nobunaga, with his eyes closed and his face ferocious.
The statue read out the obscure and strange syllables, and endless energy flew out from the magic array. In a flash, a human body appeared in the center of the magic array. The man was naked, and he was double.
His eyes were closed, and it seemed that he was Oda Nobunaga.
The statue waved its arm, and the white light ball in its hand flew straight towards Oda Nobunaga lying beside it, disappearing. Oda Nobunaga, who was originally lying on the ground, sat up suddenly and opened his eyes!
The voice in the statue seemed a little tired, and said, "With such forbidden art, your three souls have now lost one soul, and most of your cultivation has been lost. Fortunately, your realm has not yet decreased, and it is not difficult to recover.
In view of your respectful service to me, when you complete the task assigned to you by me, I will give you treasures, so that you can have the opportunity to overcome the tribulation and ascend to the fairy world!"
"Now, ask your son what happened in the desert first!"
Kenichi Matsumoto was overjoyed when he heard this, and then bowed deeply and said, "Thank you!"
(The seventh update today! It is expected that there will be another update at 12 noon and another update at around 2 pm. No matter what, the goal of 400,000 words this month will not change)