Chapter 210 Entering the Abyss
As soon as he approached Sha Yuan Bai Mo, he felt gusts of cold wind tearing towards him like ghostly hands.
At this time, he took out the remaining Kunjing water and drank it with Ding Yumian. At the same time, the silver hairpin spear in the space galaxy suddenly appeared in his hand, and a faint force enveloped him.
And beside her, Ding Yumian, the pendant around her neck also glowed, offsetting the invasion of the evil wind from the abyss.
Seeing this scene, Mo Fan touched his pendant and felt that he was not the most special one.
Seeing this, Han Ji nodded slightly in relief.
He looked at Bai Mo and said, "I'll leave the ancient capital to you."
"Prepare your thank-you gift." With a slight smile, Bai Mo's gaze fell on the villagers nearby who had been frightened to faint by the evil scene.
"Mr. Han, you should take them back."
"Okay." Han Ji also glanced at the unconscious villagers, then at the remaining six people, "I'll leave first."
He also needed to return to the bell tower to take charge of the situation and gather the mages who came to escort him. He couldn't let them all die here.
"Jump." Bai Mo glanced at a few people, then looked towards the Evil Abyss. All he could see were gloomy undead spirits, one upon another. The shadows of ghosts grew throughout the entire Evil Abyss, roaring and howling, and the cold wind they raised was enough to tear people's souls apart.
Every cell in their bodies was screaming, shouting, and crying, wanting to escape from here. They couldn't understand how Bai Mo could look at Sha Yuan and say these two words so lightly.
Is that terrifying abyss where even the soul wants to escape from the body really a place that a living person can set foot in?
"How about you jump first?" Mo Fan looked at him inquiringly. He had never figured out why Bai Mo wanted to get involved in this mess.
"Okay, then let's go first." Bai Mo looked down. In fact, he was under a lot of pressure. The scene in front of him was too shocking to his soul.
Pulling Ding Yumian, Bai Mo found that she also looked a little nervous, so he simply closed his eyes and jumped down.
“Come down!!”
"Come down! Feel my pain!"
"Want to hear my story? Listen to it!! Listen to it!!!"
In the huge storm of resentment, the ghosts and monsters never stopped chanting. The surging resentment could drown a person directly, and the terrible soul-corroding power was blocked by the Kunjing water, but those constant roars were transmitted to the heart endlessly.
Bai Mo felt that his brain was about to explode from the sounds of these countless evil spirits. He was in a daze and had no idea where he was. He didn't have the energy to appreciate the wonders of the so-called Shayuan Tomb.
Every moment seems to be a reincarnation. When I open my eyes again, I feel exhausted as if I have been walking in darkness for ten thousand years.
The powerful mental strength gradually dispelled this illusion. In front of him was Ding Yumian, who was squatting and looking at him. He stood up from the ground.
Bai Mo looked around and asked, "Have you been awake all this time?"
"No, there was a moment when it seemed to have traveled through space. I couldn't accurately sense the power at that moment."
Bai Mo nodded without saying anything. This place really looked like a small secret place that had been opened up. The ground under his feet was grey, and the sky was dark in all directions.
There is a white palace in the distance, which I think is the tomb of the ancient king. It is eye-catching in this gray world.
The white palace is made entirely of white jade. Even after a thousand years, it is still spotless. The shiny and smooth stones are connected to each other, like a jade mirror that reflects the entire world.
But there was nothing worth reflecting around, so the palace exuded a gloomy white, lacking the sacred splendor of the white palace, and it did not look like something from this world.
“Bang, bang, bang!!!”
At this moment, the space around Bai Mo and the others began to distort, and several small space whirlpools appeared, and the figures of Mo Fan, Fang Gu and others appeared.
After a few people woke up, everyone entered the tomb palace.
Walking through the majestic white jade steps as high as a mountain, and through the endless gallery constructed by mind and chaos, an enchanting pink-green lotus blocked everyone's way.
"The Eternal Demonic Lotus!" Someone said, and then told the story of the Eternal Demonic Lotus again.
Bai Mo felt the silver hairpin gun trembling slightly, and then it appeared in an instant. Everyone saw a flash of silver light between Bai Mo's eyebrows, and then a small silver hairpin swayed and flew to the Eternal Demon Lotus. They saw wisps of green gas rising from the Eternal Demon Lotus.
"Bai Mo, your hairpin has become a spirit. How come it's just like the immortal cultivation and qi training in the novels?"
Mo Fan muttered, and Bai Mo glanced at him, "Your pendant is not an ordinary thing. It looks a little impatient. How about you let it go?"
“Ah, that’s not necessary.” Mo Fan hesitated and quickly covered his little loach.
A small bronze mirror recorded this scene.
And it was transmitted to the bell tower of the ancient capital. In the eyes of Han Ji and others, they did not expect that Xie Sang, the only village chief who stayed here, actually had such a good thing. It could reduce some of his guilt of not saving the dying.
Seeing Bai Mo using the silver hairpin to transform the pale green lotus into a scarlet lotus, a pendant in Mo Fan's hand flew out uncontrollably and directly swallowed up the lotus that could only be destroyed by the forbidden spell.
It was a step forward to a higher level. Lu Xu couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of magic tool is that that can absorb the Eternal Demon Lotus!"
"I think it has something to do with totems." said the gray-white man, remembering what Bai Mo said.
"Totem!" Upon hearing that, Zhu Meng's eyes shrank. No wonder the black snake and that boy were so close.
The rest of the people also looked strange, obviously thinking of the Hangzhou Black Snake. Only Li Deming, the head of the Li family, smiled lightly. Their Li family has been rooted in the ancient capital for thousands of years and has seen many totems.
He explained to everyone with great interest, "The two little guys are probably holding totem relics. It's also possible that their guardian totems are sleeping, so it's impossible for them to be asked to help the ancient capital."
"In the current situation, we old guys should not rely on these young people for help. It is already a rare thing that they can successfully stop the awakening of the ancient king. How can we expect more?"
Han Ji watched the group of people moving forward in the bronze mirror, and then heard Xie Sang say, "The Eternal Demon Lotus is sad, but the next bridge of life and death is not easy to deal with either. Hey, I hope they are safe."
"Nine Deaths Bridge?"
Mo Fan looked at Su Xiaoluo and Fang Gu, waiting for their answers. But when he heard that only one of the ten bridges was a lifeline, he suddenly thought it would be better not to ask.
Bai Mo knew that this Bridge of Nine Lives was just an application of space and there were actually not as many options as nine.
However, looking at the gloomy wind between the bridges that was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, he was quite coveted.
Walking on the bridge with Ding Yumian, the space field had been released by him. His space attainments were naturally not as high as those of the ancient king, but with his strong control over space, plus the guidance of Fanggu's coordinates on the space compass in his hand.
Bai Mo discovered that this life-threatening bridge actually had a chaos-related illusion. It was like a maze that could make people change their direction without realizing it.
But the real door to life is actually in front of everyone.
With the coordinates and references, this maze-like ability could not cause much hindrance to him. Holding Ding Yumian to prevent her from getting lost, Bai Mo looked at the empty hole in front of him where there was no bridge at all, and felt the terrifying black wind beside his ears that seemed to be able to slice his entire head into raw meat slices.
"Sooner or later I will bring the Wind Spirit to take you away."
With a slight snort, he resolutely took Ding Yumian and walked over.
Ancient Capital
The Evil Eye Bronze Mirror reflected a figure constantly fighting at the death gate of the ancient royal tomb. It was Mo Fan.
But few people pay attention to him anymore.
The palace of the dead behind the Bridge of Death seemed to be forbidden to be peeped into, and Han Ji and others did not have the energy to think about it anymore.
All the super-class people who were supposed to be imprisoned to investigate Saran's identity were released.
As night fell, the Sea of the Dead surrounded the ancient capital again. The huge mountain corpse that could fill a quarter of the city commanded his zombie horde to attack Anjie.
Numerous high-level and super-class warriors were fighting with the Mountain Corpse on the inner city wall and on the battlefield. Even the Hunting King Du Xiao was seriously injured by a blow from the Mountain Corpse. The situation was urgent.
The rain was still falling and the people had no more water from Kunjing. They both wanted the day to come and yet didn't want the day to come.
Millions of people in the ancient capital were surrounded by countless black zombies, and they had no way to retreat!
Isn't this a huge dead door?
The long jade bridge collapsed into the black abyss and was cut into pieces by the black wind sickle.
All that remains is an altar leading to the mausoleum.
The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a stone mountain that has been floating in the cold, ancient, dark universe for who knows how many years.
The altar was like a towering ice cap, and the stone steps below were gigantic, several times taller than a person!
This staircase doesn't seem to be for people to climb, but more like it is for gods to ascend who want to dominate the world.
Looking from a distance, you can see that there are red silk hanging from the edge of the altar in bundles. They are distributed at the corners of each giant step, like the tassels in front of the emperor's crown!
When I got closer, I realized that the red material dripping down was not silk at all, but a waterfall of blood that was so sticky that it was pouring down.
At the corner, a dragon's skull was built, and a waterfall of blood spit out from the dragon's mouth, falling high up. You could also hear a rumbling sound like a waterfall.
It's like a drainpipe on a rainy day, except that this one is draining blood, blood that has been flowing for more than two thousand years!
Walking up the stone platform, the entire altar began to shrink. The higher you went, the narrower the stairs became, until they were narrow enough that you could step over them with just one foot.
"We're here."
Bai Mo said that when they arrived at the top of the altar mountain, they could see a huge piece of jade placed in the very center of the white altar.
That was not a treasure, but a red, transparent, bright, crystal-clear, angular, imposing throne of a king that looked like countless blood-stained swords pierced upside down! !
Bai Mo and Ding Yumian flashed and arrived in front of the Blood Throne.
Just then, Fang Gu's figure was seen. The armor on his body, which was full of ancient charm and evil spirit, turned him into a shriveled skin bag. He fell on the blood throne, and was swept under the throne by the corners of the armor robe floating quietly above the throne, like sweeping away garbage.
"Is that Fang Gu?" Ding Yumian asked.
"That should be it."
Bai Mo nodded slightly and glanced at the shadow at the edge of the altar. He found Zhan Kong there, and didn't know how he got here. Since he didn't come out, Bai Mo didn't bother him.
Then he looked at Ding Yumian, "You can see that this armor is very evil. Let the evil body come."
Ding Yumian nodded slightly. This armor robe did have some residual self-will, but not much. At the same time, it was related to the lives of millions of people in the ancient capital, and it controlled powerful forces.
In any case, as long as they control this armor, no matter if the Court of Arbitration discovers her or wants to punish Bai Mo in the future, they will have the power to fight back.
With a thought, the bright red curse pattern between his eyebrows suddenly flew out, and the blood-ink color rolled like a thick cloud. In an instant, a figure that looked exactly like Ding Yumian appeared.
“What a nice gift.”
The evil god Yumian looked at the evil armor floating above the blood throne with a playful expression, but her eyes were unusually serious. She turned her head and looked at Ding Yumian.
"Master, my spiritual power alone cannot defeat it."
"I will fully connect with you and do my best." Ding Yumian's eyes were also focused and serious.
"good!"
Xie Shen Yu Mian nodded slightly, still with an evil smile on her face, and walked up to the throne. Before she could stretch out her hand, she heard a ghost howl.
The dark and ancient evil armor robe was like a ghost, directly attached to the evil body Yu Mian, from virtual to real, and in a blink of an eye it was put on the petite body of the evil body Yu Mian.
The armor pieces flickered with evil light, like countless cunning eyes, and the bloody red robes fluttered like the claws of the devil.
The evil god Ding Yumian turned around and stared at the two of them with a pair of evil eyes. A voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female came through the dark fog that was rising between the armors, like a wind from the underworld, carrying with it madness and bloodthirstiness.
"Nice cursed dark body, but it's a pity that it's a girl. My people, kill her happily!"
Then, the dark aura on her face suddenly melted away, her eyes became calm, and she uttered seductive words, "Want to pollute me? The old man should just go to sleep!"
At this moment, a bright spiritual light instantly bloomed from Ding Yumian's body, and the two Ding Yumian sat cross-legged. The Bai Ze pendant, like a scroll, flew up, and bursts of bright spiritual light fell.
A pure white divine beast stepped out, and a spiritual light like rippling waves bloomed from its body, helping Ding Yumian fight against the residual soul of the ancient king's armor, and helping the evil body to master this armor that contained powerful power.
Within the body of the evil being, countless life energies flowed endlessly, resisting the erosion of the armor on the body.
At this moment, a telepathic voice suddenly sounded in Bai Mo's ears.
'This armor is absorbing the fear and despair of millions of people in the ancient capital outside. It needs to alleviate the siege of the ancient capital outside first!'
(End of this chapter)
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