Versatile Mage

The nine dead and alive bridge began to collapse, and a section of ancient jade petrochemicals fell into countless sections of the black abyss, and was cut into pieces by the black wind.

There is only one left in the real bridge, and that is the altar to the tomb.

The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a Shitai Mountain that does not know how many years have been suspended in the cold, ancient, dark universe.

The altar is in the shape of an ice cap. The stone steps below are huge and many times higher than people. The stairs are not for people to climb, but more like the gods.

When I looked far away, there was a red silk hanging on the altar, a bunch of bunches, distributed in the angular position of each step of the giant step. After approaching, I realized that the red drooping is not silk at all, but thick. It is a blood waterfall that is being irrigated to a certain extent.

The angular position, the dragon's skull is repaired, the blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth, and it hangs down high, and you can hear the rumble of the waterfall.

Zhang Xiaohou remembers that on the inner roof of the museum in the inner city, it seems that there is also the same spit dragon, but the museum is clearly divided into flying water, and it is beautiful when it rains, but the dragon's spit in this altar is amazing. The bones are stunned, I don’t know if it’s a red liquid, or a real blood... the blood that can flow for more than two thousand years.

Going up the stone ladder, the whole altar begins to shrink at the same level. The narrower the ladder is, the more gradually it has reached the point where people can step through.

"You can see the top of the altar, the top should be the blood throne that Fang Gu said." Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the pale little face showed a bit of joy.

I have been hardworking and finally arrived here!

I hope it will be too late!

So many people’s lives, although this altar looks really terrible, and floats in the endless darkness, but when people think that millions of people are trapped in the dead city, they will soon become the grand funeral of the Black Holy Trinity.闯一闯.

"We are here, we are here." Su Xiaoluo climbed the last step, excitedly said to Zhang Xiaohou behind him.

Zhang Xiaohou was tired and stepped forward. He looked at the top of the altar full of white jade. Sure enough, there was a huge emerald in the most central position!

The jadeite is red, crystal clear, and it is angular and fluttering. It looks like a myriad of swords are inserted into an imposing king's throne...

This is the blood throne!

Then the person on the Blood Throne must be the ancient king - the government!

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and walked forward.

There is indeed a person on the Blood Throne. I don’t know if it’s a dead or alive. He wears a black robe. This robe is obviously a long-standing thing, but it still reflects the cold light. It can even see the humbleness on the armor. Yourself!

The man on the Throne of Blood sat there, with one hand on his cheek, his body slightly tilted, and the shadow of the falling edge of the helmet helmet just hid his face. Only his chin was able to be seen with the altar fire. And the evil corners of the lips!

It’s like a small donkey, and it’s like thinking, in the end it’s not like a dead person! !

Zhang Xiaohou’s forehead was full of sweat. He never thought that a king who had been dead for more than two thousand years would bring such a huge sense of oppression. In Zhang Xiaohou’s mind, this guy would stand up at any time, and then use that pair to make it so powerful. The eyes are staring at myself, and I am afraid that I will stand still in the station!

"I am very surprised..."

Suddenly, the people sitting there talked!

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaolu were all shocked, and the scalp had to burst open.

"How did you get out of the dead door?" The voice rang again and slowly lifted the chin.

The fire slowly dispels the shadow on his face, and a familiar face with two white flowers is exposed. Its wide lips are absolutely dark purple, and the purple lines extend to the side cheeks, making this mouth look even more ghostly!

"How... how is you!" Liu Ru first made a shock.

This face, they are not strangers, because that is the square of one of the bridges that walked alone!

Zhang Xiaohou was also shocked.

He now has some unclear whether this is the ancient king-government, or the square of the bridge of life and death, because his whole temperament is different!

"What is going on here, why are you sitting here??" Zhang Xiaohou said incredulously.

"Why can't I sit here??" Fang Gu laughed.

"What about the ancient king?" Su Xiaoluo hurriedly asked.

"I am."

"You are Fang Gu."

"Now is not. Everything is the same as I guess. The real ancient king has already disappeared in the years, leaving nothing but a robe that is glued to his skin and the **** throne of the undead kingdom." Fang Gu stood up, and his robes immediately gave off a sharp metal sound.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"Whoever first arrived here, whoever inherits everything from the ancient king, his white palace, the undead kingdom he created, his inexhaustible magic, his incomparable wisdom..." Fang Gu’s voice also revealed A strange metal voice is echoing at the top of this empty altar.

"Then you are still sitting here doing something, let the undead army retreat, let the corpse of the mountain leave, stop the drift of the space of the 煞 。." Su Xiaoluo hurriedly said.

When Fang Gu heard Su Xiaoluo’s words, he immediately laughed.

His laughter was very strange, obviously coming out of his throat, but he felt something else hiding in his skin and making this sound instead of him.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Xiaoluo was a bit mad.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou pulled Lasu Xiaolu and gestured to her behind her.

Su Xiaolu saw Zhang Xiaohou's incomparably serious expression, and seemed to understand what he was, and gradually stepped back a few steps.

"It’s ridiculous, my soldier, my lord, my prince will help me get back to my capital city. Why should I stop??" Fang Gu laughed and screamed, and it sounded even more horrible.

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaolu are slowly retreating.

Now they can't tell whether it is the square of the robes, or the resurrection of the ancient king of the ancients by the valley of Fang Gu, whether it is his unrecognizable ghoul, or his strange and strange voice. It all shows that this is by no means a good class!

"Is he Fangfang?" Su Xiaoluo whispered.

"I'm afraid it is not!" said Liu Ru.

If it is an absolute living person, Liu Ru can smell the living atmosphere that they radiate from them. In fact, Liu Ru simply can't feel the breath of the square valley wearing the robes.

Fang Gu may feel that the ancient king is already dead, and he wears a robe to sit on everything, but from his distorted personality, Fang Gu is the one that has been replaced...