Mo Fan left Lingling and Zhao Manyan in Northern Xinjiang, while he went to the ancient capital Xi'an alone.
Arriving at the Bell Tower Magic Association overnight, Mo Fan found old Han Ji. Han Ji was studying some ancient things. He was also surprised when he saw Mo Fan appear.
Speaking of which, Mo Fan has not been to the ancient capital since the great disaster. The city has been rebuilding and restoring its original prosperity. The people here are also very strong and have not chosen to leave, but after all, something is missing. It will take a long time to forget
"What happened?" Han Ji asked.
"You should have been calculating the location of Sha Yuan, right?" Mo Fan asked.
Ever since he learned that Sha Yuan was the entrance to the ancient king's tomb, Han Ji had sent people to keep an eye on Sha Yuan's spatial migration. There were some things that Han Ji didn't want to happen again.
"Well, I'm working on it." Han Ji nodded.
"Where is it now?" Mo Fan asked seriously.
"wait."
Han Ji left for a while, and soon he brought a thick notebook. There was a scholar next to him, who seemed to be a scholar from the space department. He was explaining to Han Ji, and Han Ji listened carefully.
"The next migration happens to be at sunset tomorrow, and it's here." Han Ji pointed at the map.
The coordinate calculation of Sha Yuan has always been controlled by Han Ji. At the same time, he will not let anyone capture the spatial migration pattern of Sha Yuan. However, if Mo Fan asks, that is a different matter.
"I'll go there." Mo Fan said.
"Going there?? You want to go into the Evil Abyss??? What are you going into the Evil Abyss for?" Han Ji asked several questions in one breath.
"I have something to ask in person. I'm leaving. Well, it's relatively close to Ganxi City. If there's a plane, it should be quick." Mo Fan said.
Mo Fan did not stay in the ancient capital for too long and took the opportunity directly to Ganxi City. The next space drift of Sha Yuan will appear about two hundred kilometers away from this city.
The next day, Mo Fan arrived at this extremely desolate yellow land. The Evil Abyss arrived one step earlier than Mo Fan. The roaring evil energy could be described as the arrival of the Demon King. Even a normal person would not step even half a step into the depths.
There are no undead near the evil abyss. The undead will no longer easily appear in the land of the living. Mo Fan's tiny figure disappeared little by little into the entrance of the dark furnace of hell, as if he had escaped into another mysterious place. And a terrible world!
Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan stood at the edge of the evil abyss. He looked down and saw corpse faces filled with resentment, rage, hunger, hatred, and greed. They were slowly rotating with the evil abyss. And being mixed together, it is completely an endless ocean of pain.
Mo Fan has already jumped once, and he also knows that the light of the small loach pendant will protect him from falling to the bottom safely, but this kind of fear that rushes towards him makes people not want to experience it a second time.
Closing his eyes, the evil spirit has not diminished at all.
Mo Fan jumped down and was violently swept into the mountain of corpses.
Falling into the black space, Mo Fan walked forward along the barren black land. There were still hundreds of millions of corpses above his head. They were black and dense, forming a slowly creeping cloud. The corpses fell to the ground like rain, hitting Mo Fan. The area around Fan turned into pools of moving blood and mud.
Mo Fan continued to walk forward, heading towards the White Tomb Palace. The mausoleum that had stood alone for thousands of years had not changed at all, and it still gave Mo Fan a suffocating coldness.
After entering the bronze door, those evil eyes are still there!
Walking through the gallery, there were no obstacles and I walked through it smoothly.
The Immortal Demonic Lotus is no longer here, and this gateless hall cannot pose any hindrance to Mo Fan.
Crossing the Bridge of Nine Deaths, I randomly chose a bridge to walk on. This bridge did not lead to the Gate of Death. It guided Mo Fan directly to the Blood Altar and the Blood Throne.
Mo Fan himself has never been to this bloody altar. This is the first time he has stepped into it. It is completely black and smooth enough to reflect his own figure. It is surrounded by a universe-like darkness, coldness, nothingness, and eternity.
The bloody altar is suspended in this void. It may be rotating slowly, but people standing on it cannot notice it. It is impossible to distinguish what is up, what is down, and what is left and right.
On the bloody throne, a black armor sat there. It was empty inside, but it maintained a sitting posture that was difficult to distinguish between meditation and sleep. It was like a sculpture, but it had an aura as huge as the majestic Mount Tai! !
"Chief instructor." Mo Fan looked at the black robe and said with a somewhat fluctuating emotion.
"You are not my descendant." The rich voice carried Zhan Kong's original timbre. The black armor and robe were obviously empty, but a pair of eyes lit up.
"I may not be an authentic Bo City person, but I am your student." Mo Fan said.
The ancient king didn't answer.
Mo Fan knew that the "person" existing in this black robe was not exactly the cruel and great king, but also the memory and soul of the chief instructor Zhan Kong who swore to defend Bo City to the death.
He went to Tianshan and rescued Qin Yu'er, which was enough to prove that this was the Zhan Kong he knew.
Moreover, on the bridge of narrow escape, Mo Fan did not step into the door of death, which also shows that he has a trace of kindness towards himself.
"A small town in northern Xinjiang was plundered by the undead. Everyone in the town died and turned into undead. Is this done by your men?" Mo Fan asked.
The "person" in front of him was the king of the Undead Empire. Maybe even Han Ji didn't expect that Mo Fan would step into the Evil Abyss again to question this matter face to face!
Compared with many disasters, the death of a small town is indeed insignificant, but in Mo Fan's opinion, this is far more serious than any disaster.
Once this is done by the undead in the ancient capital, it means that the pattern of the undead will be broken again. The undead will no longer live in the tombs, and they will once again invade the land of the living. This also means that the ancient king will come to the world as Pluto. Declare war and drag the living into the abyss of death!
This is something Mo Fan doesn’t want to see anyway!
If the answer given by the ancient king is: yes!
Then Mo Fan will also declare war with the ancient king here. Even if the person he respects the most is left inside, Mo Fan will fight to the end with this dead king as a living person!
"No." The ancient king replied.
Mo Fan's expressionless face finally had a little bit of its old expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was actually afraid in his heart. He was afraid that the other party would answer in the affirmative. He would have to bite the bullet and say those words. He would have to transform into a devil right here. In fact, Mo Fan had no confidence at all. Even if he transformed into a devil, he would definitely He is no match for the dead king in front of him!
"She wants to see you, no matter what you become." Mo Fan said.
Qin Yuer returned to her own life, but she was also waiting alone. Mu Ningxue often went to see her and talk to her, which can be seen
The ancient king's face slowly emerged from the empty helmet. It was Zhan Kong's face, but its skin was gray, so transparent that you could see the densely packed black blood vessels on his face.
But soon, his face was hidden in the empty helmet again, leaving only a pair of eyes that were indifferent to everything.
Gradually, his eyes disappeared, leaving only a black robe that remained seated on the bloody throne, lifeless but majestic as a mountain!
"Chief Instructor" Mo Fan called again, his mood seemed a bit messy.
There was no answer, and only Mo Fan's own voice echoed throughout the bloody altar.
"Thank you for teaching me a lot." Mo Fan took a step back and gave the black robe a mage military salute that he used when he was training in Xuefeng Mountain. "I told Zhang Xiaohou that everyone has that in their hearts. A person who can be used as a spiritual pillar. With him, he will not lose his position even when great difficulties come. Even if the sky falls, he can support his heart and never collapse. Zhang Xiaohou said, the person in his heart is me, he Ask me if I have such a person in my heart, and I answer no."
There was still no movement in the black robe, and Mo Fan seemed to be talking to himself.
After the voice gradually became silent, Mo Fan laughed at himself and said: "Actually, I lied to him. Many times, I played the role of being helpless and trembling."
