Chapter 1213 Where is my throne?

The deeper he swam, the more the tendons connecting this giant's body converged together. Finally, at the source of these nutrient-providing tendons, Ye Linglong saw an altar.

The altar is very old, with eighteen pillars surrounding the center. The shapes of the pillars are not standard cylinders, but pillars with many strange species carved on them.

Looking closely, those species include humans, demons, ghosts, monsters and even immortals. Not only humans, but also beasts, and in addition to beasts, there are plants.

The more Ye Linglong looked at these pillars with various carvings, the more astonished she became. This was because all of these things had one thing in common: she had never seen them in the real world, but had basically seen them in books.

In other words, she had seen these things in the Qingxuan Sect's library, which no longer existed in modern times, and now these things were carved on these eighteen pillars and presented before her eyes in this way.

Before she entered the altar, her eyes were already fixed on the eighteen pillars. She looked at them several times and memorized everything on them in her mind.

After she finished recording, she was still not satisfied, so she took out a photo stone and recorded everything again.

These vivid things cannot be expressed by words and pictures, and they brought her more insights and shocks.

If she ponders it carefully when she has time, she will surely gain a lot of new things.

After looking at the eighteen pillars on the outside, she was certain that this altar must have been built by the Qingxuan Sect. It also proved that the giant body just now was the last incarnation of the world-destroying three-eyed evil ghost.

Swimming into the middle of the eighteen pillars, she saw a complete and very complex formation, connecting the eighteen pillars and the tendons outside that fed the giants.

At the very center of the formation, a blood-red bead was constantly spinning, maintaining the core operation of the formation.

That blood-red bead is called a bead, but in fact it is not a complete bead. It is more like a drop of blood, a drop of blood that keeps oozing out.

It is dynamic and because it is bleeding all the time, it looks like a bead.

Its blood was very strong and its color was dazzling red. The moment it appeared in Ye Linglong's sight, Ye Linglong felt the blood in his body become agitated.

That familiar feeling was brought to her by this blood bead.

What does that feel like?

Ye Linglong slowly approached it, then placed his palm on it, closed his eyes and felt its breath.

It has a powerful vitality, it is endless, it can make all things revive, grow, and give life to all things.

For the first time, she felt the same origin as it, as if she and it came from the same place, or perhaps it had been one with her a long, long time ago.

She slowly opened her eyes, and for the first time, she did not think about the consequences before doing something. She just followed her inner impulse and reached out to grab it.

The moment she caught it, Ye Linglong felt its endless power. It seemed to recognize her and was very excited. It kept emitting its aura in her palm.

They just touched each other, immersed in each other's world, as if isolated from the outside world.

What Ye Linglong didn't notice was that when she was holding the blood bead, the river of blood behind her began to flow violently, as if brewing some shocking waves.

Beyond the blood river.

The old man was still dealing with Shen Lixian and Mu Xiaoran. Although his cultivation was very high, after such a long period of dealing with them, his aging body seemed to be gradually losing strength, and the two young and energetic people seemed to be gradually gaining the upper hand.

They were getting closer and closer to the blood river, and they almost jumped in successfully several times.

Once they successfully jumped in, he would not be able to catch them. He could never jump into this river of blood.

The old man was very angry, but Shen Lixian and Mu Xiaoran became more and more confident. After all, they could handle things like this even after reaching such a huge realm.

At this moment, a huge vortex suddenly appeared on the originally calm blood river. The speed of the vortex increased from slow to fast, and the area of ​​the vortex increased from small to large, gradually spreading over the entire blood river.

Seeing the movement in the blood river, the old man was shocked. His eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and he began to scream madly at the blood river again.

"How could this happen? How could this happen! Wasn't that damn girl almost dead when she fell in there? What did she do in there?!"

The vortex grew bigger and bigger, the noise became louder and louder, and he became more and more panicked. It seemed that the blood river he was guarding was about to undergo a drastic change!

Just when he was getting excited facing the blood river, Shen Lixian and Mu Xiaoran seized this opportunity, rushed towards the blood river without hesitation, and jumped in.

Seeing the two people who had been blocking him for a long time also jump into the river of blood, the old man standing on the shore almost went crazy.

His already long black nails began to grow wildly, more and more bats flew out of his body, and his black aura of decay spread wildly.

"No! You can't go in. You can't destroy everything I've been waiting for all these years! I don't have time to wait any longer. If I don't ascend, my life will be over. This is my only hope. I can't allow you to mess around!"

"Yes, I can't. I must stop you! The Ghost Emperor didn't let me enter the Blood River because he must have waited until it was absolutely necessary. Now it's time. I'll only be in for a while. I'll get those bastards out and I'll be out right away!"

As he spoke, he scratched his face with his long nails, leaving blood all over. He seemed to have collapsed and almost lost his mind. He kept mumbling and trying to convince himself.

Finally, he seemed to be unable to control himself and leaped into the river of blood.

As soon as he jumped down, the black, rotten aura on his body spread rapidly on the river of blood like dirty things entering clear water.

The Eastern Ghost Emperor's Palace, the main hall outside the underground palace.

The Eastern Ghost Emperor hurried back in the form of a soul. He pushed open the gate of the underground palace and rushed into the palace hall. When he climbed onto the platform, he was dumbfounded when he saw that only the base of the throne had disappeared.

"Where's my throne?"

Even if those little things got in, they are gone. The base is still there, but what about the throne?

So, after those little things got in, they turned around and tore down his throne?

He designed it for a long time, spent a lot of money to build it, spent many years to carve it meticulously, and they actually tore it down after it was completed bit by bit?

This guy broke into a fucking underground palace and demolished the throne!

The Eastern Ghost Emperor's already irritable heart became even more furious at this moment. He could feel his soul heating up, his mentality collapsing, and his mind exploding.