The bridge of narrow escape began to collapse, and sections of ancient jade turned into countless sections and fell into the black abyss, and were cut into pieces by the black wind.
There is only one real bridge left, and that is the altar leading to the tomb.
The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a stone mountain that has been floating in the cold, eternal, dark universe for an unknown number of years.
The altar is in the shape of an ice cap, and the stone steps below are huge, several times higher than a human being. The steps are not meant for people to climb at all, but more like they are used by gods and giants.
When you look at it from a distance, there are red silk hanging down from the altar, bunches one after another, distributed at the corners of each giant step. When you get closer, you realize that the red hanging silk is not silk at all, but sticky. At a certain level, the blood waterfall is flowing down.
At the edges and corners, a dragon's head is built. The blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth and falls high. You can also hear the rumbling sound like a waterfall.
Zhang Xiaohou remembered that there seemed to be the same dragon spitting water on the eaves of the museum in the inner city. However, the one in the museum was clearly a cornice drainage. It was beautiful and spectacular when it rained. But the dragon spitting water on this altar was very impressive. It's creepy, I don't know if it's red liquid or real blood...blood that can still flow after more than two thousand years.
As you go up the long stone staircase, the entire altar begins to shrink in layers. The steps get narrower as you go up, and gradually it reaches the point where people can step across it in one step.
"You can see the top of the altar, which should be the Blood Throne that Fang Gu mentioned." Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a look of joy on his pale face.
After a lot of hard work, we finally arrived here!
I hope it’s not too late!
The lives of so many people, although this altar looks really scary and floating in endless darkness, but when I think of millions of people trapped in the dead city and about to become the grand funeral of the Black Church Salan, it must be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. Take a break.
"We're here, we're here." Su Xiaoluo was the first to climb the last step and said excitedly to Zhang Xiaohou behind him.
Zhang Xiaohou stepped forward tiredly. He looked toward the top of the altar, which was full of white jade. Sure enough, there was a huge jadeite in the center!
Jadeite is red, crystal clear, and has sharp edges and corners. It looks like countless swords thrust upside down to form an awe-inspiring king's throne...
This is the Blood Throne!
Then the person on the Blood Throne must be the ancient king - Ying Zheng!
Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and walked forward.
There is indeed a person on the Blood Throne, whether dead or alive. He is wearing a black armor robe. This armor is obviously something with a long history, but it still reflects the cold light. You can even see the somewhat humble version of yourself reflected on the armor, who is approaching timidly!
The person on the Blood Throne was sitting there, holding his cheek with one hand, and his body was slightly tilted. The shadow cast by the edge of his helmet just hid his face. The only thing that could be seen with the light of the altar fire was his sharp chin. And the corners of the lips curled up with evil intentions!
It looks like he is taking a nap, but also like he is thinking. In short, he definitely doesn’t look like a dead person! !
Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was covered with sweat. He never thought that a king who had been dead for more than two thousand years would bring him such a huge sense of oppression. In Zhang Xiaohou's mind, this guy would stand up at any time and stare straight at him with those soul-stirring eyes. By then, he might not even be able to stand still!
"I'm surprised..."
Suddenly, the person sitting there spoke!
Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo were all startled, their scalps about to explode.
"How did you get out of death's door?" The voice sounded again, and slowly raised his chin.
The firelight slowly dispelled the shadows on his face, revealing a familiar face with gray temples. Its wide lips were absolutely dark purple, and the purple lines extended to the side cheeks. It makes this mouth look even more ghostly!
"How...why is it you!" Liu Ru was the first to make a startled cry.
This face was familiar to them, because it was Fang Gu who walked alone on one of the bridges!
Zhang Xiaohou was also shocked.
He was a little confused now whether this was the ancient king Ying Zheng or Fang Gu who had walked on the right bridge of life and death. Because his whole temperament is different!
"What's going on? Why are you sitting here?" Zhang Xiaohou said in disbelief.
"Why can't I sit here??" Fang Gu laughed.
"Where is the Ancient King?" Su Xiaoluo asked hurriedly.
"I am."
"You are Fang Gu."
"Not now. Everything is as I guessed. The real ancient king has long since disappeared in the years, leaving only an armor robe glued to his skin and the blood throne that commands the kingdom of the undead." Fang Gu stood up, and the armor on his body immediately made a sharp metallic sound.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.
"Whoever arrives here first will inherit everything from the ancient king. His white palace, the kingdom of the dead he created, his endless magic, his unparalleled wisdom..." Fang Gu's voice also revealed. A strange metallic sound was echoing on the top of the empty altar.
"Then why are you still sitting here? Let the undead army retreat quickly, let the corpses on the mountain leave, and stop the spatial drift of the evil abyss." Su Xiaoluo said hurriedly.
When Fang Gu heard Su Xiaoluo's words, he immediately laughed.
His laughter was very strange. It clearly came from his throat, but it felt like something else was hiding in his skin, making the sound on his behalf.
"Why are you laughing?" Su Xiaoluo said angrily.
At this time, Zhang Xiaohou pulled Su Xiaoluo and motioned for her to come behind him.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohou's extremely serious expression, Su Xiaoluo seemed to understand something and gradually took a few steps back.
"It's ridiculous. My soldiers, my generals, and my princes want to help me get back my capital. Why should I stop it?" Fang Gu's laughter rumbled, sounding even more terrifying.
Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo were all slowly retreating.
Now they can no longer tell whether it is Fang Gu who puts on the armor, or whether it is the ancient king Ying Zheng who has been resurrected through Fang Gu's body, whether it is his unrecognizable ghoul appearance or the strange and strange sounds he makes. , all show that this is definitely not a kind thing!
"Is he Fang Gu?" Su Xiaoluo asked in a low voice.
"I'm afraid not!" Liu Ru said.
If they were absolutely alive, Liu Ru would be able to smell the breath of living people emanating from them. In fact, Liu Ru couldn't feel the breath of Fang Gu who was wearing armor at all.
Fang Gu may feel that the ancient king is dead and he can take over everything by putting on his armor, but judging from his twisted personality, Fang Gu is the one who has been replaced... (To be continued.)
