The next morning, Zhaohua was awakened by his cell phone in a routine manner.

Zhaohua wanted to pull out his hand, but it was obvious that his hands were not unexpectedly held by Ji Shao, two big and small, and could not move.

A green wind rail appeared, and the wind rail came to Zhaohua with his cell phone. Zhaohua stroked his nose and answered the phone.

"Leng Lingling has returned to China." Mo Ze's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

What happened last night shocked the top magic leaders in all countries around the world.

In order to advance to the Evil Saint King, Mo Fan blew up the Shuanggu Pavilion and killed all the prisoners and guardian mages, and finally killed the angel Saliye who came to stop him.

The Zhaohuas in front of them naturally did not believe that the Evil Saint King ceremony required eight souls, and Zhaohua knew that Mo Fan had no soul at all. His demonic system could seize power from the dark plane not because of the Evil Saint King ceremony, but the power of the vampire ancestor bloodline from his mother.

Moreover, Mo Fan is also the heir of the holy relics. Mo Fan’s own identity is not under the Evil Saint King. How could he be promoted to Evil Saint King? Moreover, Mo Fan was not even prepared at all.

If it were so easy to promote, Zhaohua would have planned for several years when Ding Yumian was promoted?

But no matter what the fact is, it is true that Shaliye died at Mo Fan's hands. At that time, many Japanese mages saw Mo Fan, who had turned into a demonic form, kill Shaliye.

Saliye's body was still lying on the ground.

In the end, Mo Fan and Lingling disappeared, so how could the Japanese mage follow Mo Fan?

Zhaohua thought for a moment and asked, "She is the only one?"

"Leng Lingling alone."

"Where is she now?"

"Just landed at the international airport of the ancient capital and headed to the temporary magic base of the Eastern Military Region."

Zhaohua immediately understood the whole story. Mo Fan did not return home alone with Leng Lingling. In fact, Zhaohua guessed that it was almost the same. Mo Fan definitely did not want to implicate his friends, family and country and did not come back.

Leng Lingling ran to find the temporary magic base of the eastern military region of the ancient capital, and could only find Zhang Xiaohou.

Zhang Xiaohou is now in the Eastern Military Region, and Zhang Xiaohou is not just a military mage. Zhang Xiaohou, who broke through the wind-type forbidden curse at the age of 30 a year ago, was already a powerful candidate for the leader of the Eastern Army at that time.

Now a year later, Zhang Xiaohou not only created his own forbidden spell magic, but also his own wind-type god gift and divine realm, which has reached the most basic conditions for being the leader of the country.

In addition to basic cultivation requirements, one is more important than becoming a military leader.

If all military mages want to become military leaders, the final trial task is to hunt an emperor, which requires testing the ability to lead the team and practical combat ability.

But it is obvious that it is impossible now. No matter how powerful Zhang Xiaohou is, he cannot hunt emperors one-on-one. Even if he can win, he cannot kill them. Even if he can win, he cannot kill them. Even if the Eastern Military Region has been cultivated and developed for a year, he has awakened so many mages at the Immortal City Post Station, but he cannot fill the gap.

Although many people awakened magic, this is just the first step. They can't keep up with it at all. The boring practice has stopped countless people.

So now, Zhang Xiaohou is basically the leader of the Eastern Military Region, temporarily guarding the surroundings of the ancient capital Qinling Mountains to prevent the feather emperor from sneak attacking.

Some things are like inheritance. However, the death of the head of the Eastern Army, Nalanlong, was born in the distant ancient capital. Another wind-type forbidden spell.

"I understand, I'll hang up the phone first."

Zhaohua pulled out of bed, and the sound of wearing clothes quickly Zhaohua put on his clothes.

Xiao Ji supported himself with one hand, the quilt slipped off his shoulder, rubbed his eyes and said, "Ha~~ Where are you going so early?"

Zhaohua smiled and kissed Xiao Ji on the forehead and said, "You are going to be busy next."

"Oh, then I'll sleep for a while."

Xiao Ji got into the quilt again. When her husband was not around, she hugged her sister to sleep. Ji Shao was too lazy to write and continued to sleep.

In the temporary magic base of the eastern military region of the ancient capital.

"Stop! This is the forbidden area of ​​the ancient capital's magic military base, and you are not allowed to enter." A middle-level military mage stopped Leng Lingling.

"I am Leng Lingling, the seven-star hunter master of the Qingtian Hunting Institute. I have an urgent matter to find Zhang Xiaohou." Leng Lingling also knew that he could not break through, so he took out his identity certificate and handed it to the military mage.

"Blue Sky Hunting Station? Please wait, I'll inform you immediately."

After a moment, a space twisted, which was the space teleportation array.

“You can reach it by passing through the space portal.”

Leng Lingling did not hesitate. This was one of the safest places in his country and stepped directly into the teleportation formation.

A white light flashed, and Leng Lingling came to Zhang Xiaohou's office. However, when Leng Lingling saw the five words "Zhang Xiaohou's army" written on it, Leng Lingling was also stunned for a moment, and she didn't know about this.

But that's right. How could such a thing be said everywhere? I guess Mo Fan didn't expect that his good brother would become one of the leaders of the country!

When Zhang Xiaohou saw Lingling, he hurriedly asked, "Lingling, where is Brother Fan?"

Zhang Xiaohou is undoubtedly one of the country's most advanced magic leaders. He knew about Mo Fan's killing of the angel last night. He wanted to fly to Japan last night, but he also knew that it was too late to go there, and he was anxiously waiting for information from the trial meeting and the bee plan.

Lingling said, "Mo Fan ran to the Holy City alone and surrendered."

Zhang Xiaohou's body trembled for a moment, and went to the Holy City alone! This is not called surrender, it is called suicide!

"Brother Fan must not want to implicate us, so he went to the Holy City alone. No, I can't let Brother Fan go to the Holy City alone. Let's go to the Holy City now, and Lao Zhao and others. I'll inform them now."

Zhang Xiaohou was like an ant on a hot pan. If the military mage in the Eastern Military Region saw it, he would probably suspect that this was really the head of Zhang Xiaohou who led the military mage to resist the sirens a year ago and broke through the forbidden spell on the battlefield?!

"Calm down, Zhang Xiaohou." Suddenly, Zhaohua's voice came from the phone.

Zhaohua did not come to the ancient capital, but directly contacted him through the sound-based magic tool.

"But Brother Fan goes to the Holy City alone, if something happens."

Zhaohua did not refute Zhang Xiaohou, but instead remained silent. For a moment, the entire office was as quiet as death.

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath, calmed down immediately, and said, "Supreme Presiding Judge, Mo Fan is a hero of our country. I believe he will not do anything ruthless. We cannot let the second Zhan Kong appear."

Zhaohua said: "He knew it would be like this, so he went to the Holy City alone. So what we have to do is not only save Mo Fan, but also prevent the country from becoming a battlefield."

"Leng Lingling, is the Qinglong vessel in your hands?"

Leng Lingling grabbed the little loach necklace on her neck, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, it's in my hand."

Although Leng Lingling was unwilling to believe Zhaohua, there was nothing we could do now.
Chapter completed!