Versatile Mage

The Nine Dead and One Life Bridge began to collapse, and an ancient jade petrified into countless sections fell into the black abyss and was cut into pieces by the black wind.

There is only one real bridge left, the altar leading to the mausoleum.

The altar is hidden in endless darkness, like Mount Stone Taiwan, which does not know how many years it has been parked in an icy, ancient, dark universe.

The altar takes on the shape of an ice crown. The stone steps below are enormous, several times higher than man's, and the steps are not climbed at all, more like climbing for the Titan.

At a distance, the altar also had a red silk drop, one bunch at a time, distributed at the edge of each stage of the giant ladder, and it was only after approaching that it became clear that the red drop was not silk at all, but rather sticky to some degree of bloodwaterfall that was being irrigated.

The angular position, shaping the dragon's head, the waterfall's blood spits out of the dragon's mouth, drops high and you can hear the rumbling sound of the waterfall.

Zhang Xiaohou remembers the same kind of water spitting dragon on the museum roof in the inner city, but the distinction there is flying eaves drainage, beautiful and spectacular as soon as it rains, but the dragon spitting water on this altar looks creepy, I don't know whether it is red liquid or real blood... it can still shed blood for more than 2,000 years.

Walking up the stone ladder, the entire altar begins to shrink in a hierarchical way, the narrower it gets up the stairs, and gradually it has reached the point where one can step across.

“You can see the top of the altar, which should be the Blood Throne of the Valley.” Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat off his forehead, showing some joy on his pale little face.

Hard work has finally arrived!

Hope it's not too late!

The lives of so many people, while this altar looks terrible and floats in endless darkness, must also be broken into by the blade and the volcanic sea, thinking of the millions of people trapped in the Dead City about to become the funeral of the Black Holy See Sarang.

“We're here, we're here.” Su Xiaoluo climbed the last ladder for the first time, excited to say to Zhang Xiaohou behind him.

Zhang Xiaohou walked up tired and looked at the top of this altar full of white jade stone. There was a huge piece of jade in the center!

The emerald is red and crystal clear, and it flies at an edge that looks like countless swords plunged into a splendid throne of kings...

This is the Blood Throne!

Then the man on the Blood Throne must be an ancient king.

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and walked forward.

There is indeed a man on the Blood Throne who does not know if he is dead or alive. He is wearing a black robe, which is obviously a historical object, but still reflects the cold light and can even see some humble self on the armor that is frightened to death!

The man on the Blood Throne was sitting there with one hand on his cheek, his body tilted slightly, the shadow falling along the edge of his helmet hiding his face, the only thing he could see by the altar fire was his sharp chin and his evil snapped lips!

Like a break, like thinking, never like a dead man!!

Zhang Xiaohou had sweat all over his forehead. He had never thought that a king who had been dead for more than 2,000 years would bring such a great sense of oppression to himself. In Zhang Xiaohou's head, this guy would stand up at any time, and stare at himself with those eyes that were enough to make his soul fly away. By then, he would not even be able to stand steadily!

“I'm surprised...”

All of a sudden, the people sitting there talking!

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru and Su Xiaoluo were all frightened and their scalps were about to burst open.

“How did you get out of the dead room?” The voice rang again and slowly lifted his chin.

The fire slowly dispersed the shadow on his face, a familiar face with white flowers appeared, his broad lips appeared absolutely dark purple, and purple lines extended to his side cheeks, making this mouth look even more evil!

“How… how is it you!” Liu Ru was the first to shock.

This face, a few of them are not strangers, because that is the square valley that walked one of the bridges alone!

Zhang Xiaohou was also shocked.

He is now somewhat confused as to whether this is the ancient Wang-Zheng or the right Square Valley on the Bridge of Life and Death, because he has a different personality!

“What's going on, why are you sitting here??” Zhang Xiaohou said incredibly.

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

“Where's the old king?” Su Xiaolo asked hastily.

“I am. ”

“You are Fang Gu. ”

“Not anymore. Everything, as I suspect, the true ancient king has long passed away, leaving behind nothing but a robe attached to his leather bag and the blood throne of the kingdom of the dead.” Fang Valley stood up and the robe immediately made a sharp metal 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 with his hands, his endless magic, his unparalleled wisdom...” Fang Gu's voice also emitted a strange sound of metal, echoing at the top of this empty altar.

“Then why are you still sitting here? Let the army of the dead retreat, let the body of the mountain leave, and stop the space drift of Sha Yuan.” Su Xiaolo hastily said.

Fang Gu immediately laughed when he heard Su Xiaoluo.

His laughter was very strange, clearly coming from his throat, but he felt something else hidden in his leather bag, instead of making that sound.

“What are you laughing at?” Su Xiaoluo was somewhat impatient.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou pulled Lasu Xiaolo, indicating that she was behind him.

Su Xiaoluo saw Zhang Xiaohou's incredibly serious expression and seemed to understand something. He gradually took a few steps back.

“Ridiculously, my soldiers, my generals, my monarchs are going to help me take back my capital, why should I stop it?" ”Fang Valley laughs and sounds even more appalling.

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru and Su Xiaolo all slowly backed away.

Now they can't tell whether to wear the square valley of the armour, or revive the ancient Wang Zheng through the body of the square valley, whether his face looks like a dead ghost, or his strange voice of change, shows that this is in no way a kind of good!

“Is he Fang Valley or not??” Su Xiaolo asked softly.

“I'm afraid not!” Liu Ru said.

If they are absolutely alive, Liu Ru can smell the vibrant smell that emanates from them, in fact Liu Ru can't even feel the smell of this valley in armour.

Fang Gu may think that the ancient king is dead and sits on his own robe, but from his twisted personality, Fang Gu is the one who has been replaced...