dmims Chapter 122 Life Never Stops, and So Does the Showing Off
Chapter 122 Life Never Stops, and So Does the Showing Off
"Um, Sister Jiuyou, why don't we go down? I'm not as old as you, my little human body will die if I fall." Mu Bai's smile was more like a grimace.
He was freezing cold at nearly 10,000 meters altitude; if he went down that high, he'd probably lose half his life.
"No, I can't appear in the sight of humans. You wouldn't want to be tied up and burned as a heretic, would you?"
Mu Bai: "..."
What the hell is this "heretic" nonsense? Aren't you a native undead?
"Alright, there's really no danger. I cast a little magic on you, so just be careful and you won't die. Well then, have a safe journey." Jiuyou then released her grip, and Mu Bai plummeted downwards.
It formed a beautiful shooting star.
"Alright, let's go to Helan Mountain next." Jiuyou clapped her hands, done.
Mu Bai remained calm. Shouting at this moment seemed pointless, and he didn't like shouting anyway.
There's no reason for Jiuyou to harm him. He definitely used magic, so there's no need to worry about his life.
He began to fall, and halfway down, Mu Bai used plant-based magic to create a parachute, though it wasn't very effective.
But it does exist in the end.
Just as he was about to fall, several wisps of black energy suddenly emanated from Mu Bai's body.
The black aura caused a disturbance below, a disturbance of the undead. However, because it was daytime, they did not climb out, but simply rolled around in the ground a few times and continued to lie there.
The black aura attracted the spirits of the dead and the ghosts. A ghost caught Mu Bai midway and then quickly left.
He was merely carrying out His Majesty's orders; he saw someone with such an aura on them and offered to help them, then he had to leave.
Otherwise, the mages here would be able to annihilate him.
He retains human consciousness, which is why His Majesty has entrusted him with this mission.
Mu Bai's descent looked as if it were a form of black magic, without a single flaw, and no one would believe that a ghost had caught Mu Bai.
Mu Bai landed smoothly, but the ghost wasn't so lucky.
This place isn't far from the city wall. A high-level mage happened to be near the ancient tomb. He spotted the fleeing ghost at a glance and unleashed a light spell, blocking the ghost's escape route.
"That's really strange. To encounter a ghost in broad daylight, a minor commander-level one, is not bad. If it were anyone else, you could have escaped. It's a pity you ran into me." The super-level mage spread his wings of wind and flew over.
He takes good care of himself; unlike some people whose skin looks very rough, he looks to be only in his thirties. At this age, he is already a super-level mage and is very famous.
There are very few people who have this level of ability at this age.
His ancestor was one of them, but his branch family members were more powerful than many of the main family's disciples, which made him stand out from the crowd wherever he went.
"Are you alright, young man? You need to be careful in this place. It's a miracle you didn't die from falling down from such a height. Don't let any monsters in the shadows take your life." Zu Chuan flew over to Mu Bai's side and stopped, patting Mu Bai on the shoulder as a reminder.
My gaze remained fixed on the ghost.
The ghost was shrouded in black mist, and even when light magic was used, its true form could not be seen.
Most ghosts are in human form. This system isn't large, and they were probably all single people in life.
Mu Bai wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak.
Now, would it be better to say that the ghost saved him and let the ghost go?
This would undoubtedly be considered heresy and he would certainly be handed over to the Inquisition. Moreover, this person was clearly not someone Mu Bai could contend with; in the face of strength, nothing he said mattered.
Even if you tell the ghost, it will still die, and you will be handed over to the inquisition.
"I didn't kill anyone." Ghost was silent for a moment, then slowly said. His voice was unpleasant, as if something was stuck in his throat, his voice was rough and infuriating.
Zu Chuan Chuan reached out and flicked his middle-parted hair, laughing, "So you're a conscious undead, you can talk, not bad, not bad. It's rare to see a leader who can talk. You're special, but it's a pity you still can't face death."
The ancestor was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. A ghost is a ghost, even if it can speak, it is still a ghost, an enemy of mankind. Countless people die at the hands of ghosts every day, and no fewer will die at the hands of this ghost in front of him.
The ancestor was neither a good person nor a bad person, but he would kill anything that deserved to be killed, such as demons.
Such a creature should not exist; it will sweep away all demons and monsters in the world, restoring a bright and prosperous era to the world.
This is his life goal, although it is still a long way off. He will start with small things now, and kill any demons he encounters first. As for killing all the demons in the world, that is not something he can accomplish by himself. He just has this wish.
"I do not wish to be your enemy. I am very strong, terrifyingly strong. You should let me go. Your light magic is useless against me, and so are your other magic. I am a ghost, an almost immortal being," the shadowy figure said.
He said that ghosts, although intelligent, are far inferior to humans. They have no concept of death and cannot die because they are inherently dead. Therefore, they are unusually calm, even though they know that the energy surging around this person is terrifying, they are not afraid.
"That's hilarious. Do you really think you can stand up to me?" Zu Chuan laughed out loud.
"I don't mean to praise myself, but there aren't many people in this ancient capital who are more powerful than me. How dare you, a commander-level ghost, say such a thing? I am a super-level mage, a dual-element super-level mage."
The ancestral legend says that when the ghost reached out, holy light appeared, and the ghost felt something burning on its body, something that hadn't happened before.
"You felt it, didn't you? You can't stop the light of the Soul Seed." Zu Chuan revealed a confident smile; he had come here just to show off.
He wanted to show off in front of Mu Bai, and in front of the group of people in front of the ancient tomb. After learning that this ghost was conscious, he wanted to show off in front of the ghost.
Life is unpredictable, so showing off is the most important thing. Nobody knows if they'll have another chance to show off in the future, since people die all the time these days. So, he wants to show off as much as possible in the limited time he has, and he won't let any opportunity to show off slip by.
A burst of light appeared as he used high-level light magic. This was not traditional light magic; he was a super-level mage with extraordinary control over the stars, no longer bound by circumstances.
The light formed lightsabers, one part hanging above the ghost's head, ready to fall at any moment, and the other part arranged neatly behind her, layer upon layer, the golden light highlighting her, making her look like a living bodhisattva.
He was incredibly handsome, at least that's how he felt.