In the boundless dark space, there is a Shitai Mountain that has stayed in the cold, eternal, dark universe for who knows how many years.
There is a huge altar on Shitai Mountain. The altar is in the shape of an ice cap. The stone steps below are huge, several times higher than a human being. The steps are not for people to climb at all, but more like they are for 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.
For a long time, a small figure wandered around and woke up from the only bridge leading to the altar of the mausoleum.
Zhao Xin, who was awakened by the loud noise of the waterfall, hesitated for a moment and immediately stood up to observe the surrounding environment, but the dark environment like the underworld was terrifying.
"What the hell is this place and why am I here!!"
"Ah~!!!"
Zhao Xin, who had a headache, patted his forehead, trying to quickly recall what happened before he came to this underworld.
But no matter how hard Zhao Xin tried to recall, he couldn't remember it. He remembered that his memory ability had been greatly improved after traveling through this magical world, and he could still remember many small things from his previous life.
And right next to the injured Zhao Xin, a floating humanoid light group suddenly appeared. However, with Zhao Xin's current abilities, he would never be able to see this powerful soul body.
"Interesting young man, why are your deepest obsessions in such a restricted area for humans? I want to see what skills you have." I saw this soul body talking to himself, not afraid of Zhao Xin who was standing beside him. heard.
Unable to recall what happened before, Zhao Xin had no choice but to give up recalling and focus on the present, and began to look around at the dark cosmic space that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
When he took a closer look at the dragon spitting water on this altar, Zhao Xin, who had hunted more than a hundred monsters, felt a little unbearable.
Zhao Xin, who was accustomed to seeing blood, quickly confirmed that the red liquid flowing out of the dragon's mouth was real blood... I don't know who was so crazy that he turned blood that dries quickly into such an art exhibition.
But it was such bloody and terrifying buildings that reminded Zhao Xin of some intermittent memories, as if he had heard or seen these buildings there.
Zhao Xin, who had no other choice, could only walk up the long stone staircase. The entire altar began to shrink in layers, and the stairs became narrower as he went up. Gradually, it became enough for people to step across it in one step.
Soon Zhao Xin's eyes came to the top of the altar. With a clear goal, Zhao Xin was instantly full of energy and trotted up the last step.
Zhao Xin dragged his tired body forward, then lay on the ground and yelled something.
"Why do you tire yourself out just by walking such a short distance, and yet you still absorb people's yang energy in this damn place?!"
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The soul body snickered behind Zhao Xin. This real and different space was the scene created by her casting a spell on Zhao Xin.
The buildings and scenery that appeared in Zhao Xin's eyes in the dark fog were all formed from the memories deep in Zhao Xin's mind, and they were constructed by consuming a lot of Zhao Xin's mental energy.
As he trotted all the way, he made all the blurry things in the distance lifelike. Excessive mental energy consumption was of course exhausting.
Fortunately, Zhao Xin's mental strength far exceeded his current level of cultivation. Otherwise, even if he had a soul body to help him, he would have been tired and unable to move on the steps.
Who is Zhao Xin's obsessive environment is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, making it difficult for the powerful soul body to maintain this alien space.
Fortunately, in the real world, Zhao Xin was soaked in the Lake of Life. The vitality full of healing energy continued to strengthen and replenish Zhao Xin's body, and finally nourished the spiritual world in Zhao Xin's mind.
Thanks to the good external environment, Zhao Xin, who quickly recovered, looked towards the top of the altar full of white jade. There was a huge jade in the center!
The jadeite is red and crystal clear, with sharp edges and corners. It looks like countless swords inserted upside down to form an awe-inspiring king's throne...
This is the Blood Throne!
There is an armored robe floating on the Blood Throne. It is obviously empty in the armored robe, but it can be supported and sat on it like a living person. Under the armored hat, there is a pair of dark red ghost eyes, staring directly at Zhao Xin's greedy eyes. Eyes, see through the body to the depths of the soul, as if everything in the heart can be easily understood.
If Zhao Xin didn't know where he was when he saw this, his life as a time traveler would have been in vain.
The strong excitement in Zhao Xin's heart made his hands start to tremble. This was his trump card to change the magical world in this life.
Most people would never dare to make such a crooked idea, but Zhao Xin was by no means one of these ordinary people.
No matter how bold a person is, he will have great achievements. He is not afraid of not being able to do it, but he is also afraid of not being able to think of it.
In the entire Magic World of Mo Fan, only this absolute power can be inherited.
Now that you know everything and still don't take action, isn't it just a waste of information, the biggest cheat?
The path of wealth cultivation has come to an end. If you want to stand out from the geniuses in the magical world, you must rely on mutation to achieve this goal.
Zhao Xin was a person without power in his previous life and knew the importance of strong power. The non-human factor is secondary, and the human identity is not given much importance.
Power is neither good nor bad, it depends on the person who uses it.
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The soul body that had been witnessing this scene began to feel unnatural.
What the hell kind of successor did the descendant Lin Zhihai choose? He was really a bold and wanton guy, he couldn't be so unthinking and looking for death.
Although this is a false spiritual illusion, it evolved from the spiritual system, space system, and chaos system coupled with the top forbidden spells of the soul body.
The things in Zhao Xin's imagination deep in his consciousness can still be expressed a little bit. When the soul body sees the fluctuations emanating from this evil armor robe, it knows that this evil sect's armor is a strong person of the same level as her in life.
If Zhao Xin's obsession is to foolishly send blood food to Xie Kaipao, then she really needs to consider replacing her successor with a sane mind.
Whatever you say! !
Just when the soul body finished complaining in his heart, Zhao Xin, who was calming down in front of him, took firm steps and walked step by step towards the evil armor robe on the Blood Throne.
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The soul body stared at the brave and fearless Zhao Xin with wide eyes, how could such evil things not have negative effects.
What happened in the fantasy world was based on Zhao Xin's cognitive operation. Look at his familiar actions.
I know that Zhao Xin must know a lot of things, but what trump card does he have to tame this evil armor robe? !
How could a low-level mage do it! ! !
