"Mu Zi, do you have any ideas? Since you know Ling Xi is Salan, and you also know that Qin Shihuang's tomb is under the Sha Yuan, you should also know how to enter the Sha Yuan." Mo Fan turned to Xu Mu and asked.

Mo Fan's words immediately attracted the attention of other super-class mages. Under the gaze of everyone, Xu Mu nodded.

"There is indeed a way. According to the rules of the ancient king, all descendants of the ancient king can enter the Evil Abyss and will not be affected by the Evil Abyss." Xu Mu explained.

"Descendants of the ancient king? The people in Weiju Village? What kind of solution is this? Even if all the people in Weiju Village were added together, their strength is so strong that I can easily deal with them by myself." The demon man complained.

"Even if they can enter the Shayuan and the ancient king's tomb, how can they seal the ancient king?"

"Well... if you have the holy spring water or Kunjing well water, the holy spring water can protect you and allow you to enter the ancient king's tomb without being affected by the evil abyss." Xu Mu suggested another solution.

"So... even if we find Saran, we still can't save the ancient capital?" A super-class wizard asked in despair with a decadent look on his face.

"Should we flee, or stay and fight the undead to the death?"

This question hangs heavily on everyone's mind.

"Xu Mu, you are from Bo City, right? Are you authentic?" The demon man seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned to Xu Mu and asked.

"Yes, it must be authentic. I grew up in Bo City." Xu Mu answered without knowing why.

"Bo City was once a branch of Weiju Village. People like us can't get in, but don't you have one?"

"Your strength is second only to the super class, and even to some extent, stronger than the super class. I will send you into the Evil Abyss and let you seal the ancient king." The demon man patted Xu Mu's shoulder and suggested seriously.

"Your suggestion is very good, but don't make it again next time. I am from Bo City, but I am not necessarily a descendant of the ancient king." Xu Mu rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

He didn't have the Holy Spring to protect him. What if he wasn't a descendant of the ancient king and died in the evil abyss? It was better to leave this dangerous matter to Mo Fan.

After hearing this, the glimmer of hope that had just risen on the faces of the surrounding super-class mages gradually dissipated.

Zhu Meng stared at Xu Mu, moved his lips, and finally closed his mouth.

Deep down in his heart, he really hoped that Xu Mu could go to Shayuan and seal the ancient king, but... saving the ancient capital was their responsibility, and a student should not bear such a heavy burden.

"Then we can't just wait for Sha Yuan to teleport to the inner city and do nothing, right?" The demon man scratched his head and said with some annoyance.

run away?

Of course, they could choose to escape, but how many people could actually survive? Apart from those present, others, including the royal guard mages, might not survive.

Are they really going to abandon the ancient capital, give up millions of lives, and choose to escape?
“Look, there is a high-level wizard who drank the Holy Spring next to you. Let him go, and I will follow him when the time comes. If I am a descendant of the Ancient King, I will go down with him to find the Ancient King. If not, I will leave.” Xu Mu raised his chin towards Mo Fan and made a suggestion.

"Yeah, I almost forgot about you." The demon man looked at Mo Fan in surprise. He grabbed Mo Fan's shoulders and said, "Mo Fan, what do you say? Are you willing to go to the Devil's Abyss?"

"I..." Mo Fan did not answer immediately, but looked at Xu Mu and confirmed again: "Muzi, are you sure that after I drink the Holy Spring, Sha Yuan will not be dangerous to me?"

"One hundred percent sure." Xu Mu nodded affirmatively. "Okay, I'll go. It's just a Sha Yuan. I'll die anyway. I choose to die vertically." Mo Fan gritted his teeth and said.

"How ridiculous! A mere high-level wizard dares to brazenly say that he wants to seal the ancient king!" Saran's sarcasm rang out regardless of the occasion, her voice full of disdain and contempt.

"Are we giving you too much face? A prisoner dares to be so arrogant here." Hunting King Du Xiao walked up to Saran and kicked her to the ground.

Then, a lightsaber condensed in his right hand and cut off Saran's newly grown thigh with one sword.

"I heard that not only is the blessing magic of the Parthenon unique, but their healing magic is also uniquely powerful. I wonder how many times their magic weapons can help you repair your body."

Du Xiao said coldly, his tone full of violence and cruelty, as if testing the limits of Saran's healing ability, while also showing his ruthless side to everyone present.

Saran did not continue to provoke, but just looked at the group of people deeply. Her expression was calm, but no one knew what she was thinking, as if she was silently calculating something.

"Execute directly?" Du Xiao turned his head and looked in the direction of Han Ji, waiting for his instructions.

Han Ji thought deeply for a while and finally nodded.

Honestly speaking, capturing a cardinal alive is definitely much more valuable than killing him. After all, there is more than one cardinal in the Black Church, and above the cardinals there is the even more mysterious Pope.

But under the current circumstances, they can no longer let Saran live, lest she trigger an unpredictable crisis again.

It is a well-known fact that the power of the Parthenon's blessing magic is deep enough to touch the soul level and can even cast sacred magic such as resurrection.

Although Saran is currently trapped by restrictions and seems unable to escape, who can guarantee that she has no other means to access or even lift these restrictions?

"You are still far from being able to kill me!" Saran sneered, uttering a few strange and obscure syllables from her mouth.

The next moment, Mu He, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly began to swell his body, and then exploded suddenly, releasing a thick purple gas that filled the air.

"Be careful, it's poisonous!" President Han Ji immediately sensed the danger. He shouted a warning and quickly released his magic for defense.

"Silent Thunder Death Light!"

When the purple poisonous fog enveloped the surroundings, a dazzling lightning suddenly tore through the space, illuminating the entire scene clearly.

Xu Mu's eyes were always fixed on Saran. He noticed the strange syllables coming out of Saran's mouth. At that moment, he launched a fierce attack without hesitation.

Facing an opponent who could control an emperor-class Titan, Xu Mu knew clearly that Saran must have countless means of saving his life.

After all, how could a being who could control an emperor-class Titan only have one or two means to save his life?

(End of this chapter)