Chapter 210: Entering the Evil Abyss
As soon as Bai Mo approached the Evil Abyss, he felt waves of sinister wind tearing towards him like ghost hands.
At this moment, he took out the remaining Kunjing water and drank it with Ding Yumian. At the same time, the silver hairpin gun in the space galaxy suddenly appeared in his hand, and a faint force enveloped him.
Beside her, Ding Yumian, the pendant around his neck also glowed with brilliance, counteracting the invasion of the evil wind.
Seeing this scene, Mo Fan touched his pendant and felt that he was not the most special.
When Han Ji saw this, he nodded slightly with relief.
Looking at Bai Mo, "The ancient capital is entrusted to you."
"Get ready to thank you." Smiling softly, Bai Mo's eyes fell on the people who had been killed. The sight of the abyss frightened the villagers into fainting.
"Mr. Han, you'd better take them back."
"Okay." Han Ji also glanced at a few unconscious villagers, and then at the remaining six people. "I'm leaving first."
He still needs to return to the bell tower to take charge of the overall situation and gather the mages who came to escort him. He cannot let them all suffer here.
"Jump." Bai Mo glanced at a few people and then looked at the evil abyss. All he could see were gloomy undead souls, one on top of another. The shadows of ghosts grew in the entire evil abyss, roaring. Screaming and roaring, the evil wind stirred up was about to tear people's souls apart.
Every cell in everyone's body is screaming, shouting, crying, trying to escape from here. Everyone couldn't figure out how Bai Mo looked at Sha Yuan and said these two words lightly.
Is that terrifying abyss that even the soul wants to leave the body really a place where living people can set foot!
"How about you jump first?" Mo Fan looked at him inquiringly. He had never figured out why Bai Mo wanted to go through this muddy water.
"Okay, let's go first." Bai Mo stared down. In fact, the pressure was not small. The scene in front of him was really shocking to people's hearts.
Pulling Ding Yumian, Bai Mo found that she was also a little nervous, so he simply closed his eyes and jumped down.
“Come down!!”
“Come down! Feel my pain!”
“Do you want to hear my story? Listen to it!! Listen to it! ”
In the huge storm of resentment, the ghosts and monsters never stop chanting. The surging resentment can drown people directly, and the terrible soul-eroding power is blocked by Kunjing water, but those constant roars are endlessly transmitted into the heart.
Bai Mo felt that his brain was about to burst from the countless fierce ghost voices. He was confused and didn't know where he was, and he had no energy left to appreciate the so-called sublime features of the Shayuan Tomb.
Every moment seems to be a reincarnation. When I open my eyes again, a feeling of exhaustion arises, as if I have been walking in the dark for thousands of years.
The powerful mental power gradually dispelled this illusion. In front of him was Ding Yumian, who was squatting and looking at him, and stood up from the ground.
Bai Mo looked around and asked, "Have you always been awake?"
"No, there was a moment that seemed to travel through space, and I couldn't accurately perceive the power of that moment."
Nodding, Bai Mo did not speak, this place is indeed like a small secret realm that has been opened up, the ground under his feet It was grey, with a dark sky in all directions.
There is a white palace in the distance, which is probably the tomb of the ancient king. In this dark world, it is eye-catching.
The white palace is entirely made of white jade. Even after a thousand years, it is still spotless. It is bright and smooth and connected to each other, like a jade mirror, which can reflect the whole world on it.
But there is nothing worthy of reflection around, so the palace appears cold and white, without the sacred and glorious feeling of the white palace, and it does not look like anything in the world.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
At this moment, the space around Bai Mo and the two of them distorted, several small space vortexes appeared, and the figures of Mo Fan Fang Gu and others fell out.
After a few people woke up, everyone entered the tomb.
Walking through the majestic white jade steps as high as a mountain, through the endless gallery built by the mind and chaos, a strange pink and blue lotus blocked everyone's way.
“The Immortal Demonic Lotus!” Someone said it, and then told the story of the Immortal Demonic Lotus
Bai Mo felt the silver hairpin gun tremble slightly, and then appeared instantly. Everyone saw a flash of silver light between Bai Mo's eyebrows, and then a small silver hairpin swayed and flew to the immortal demon lotus. Only wisps of green gas were seen rising from the immortal demon lotus.
"Bai Mo, your hairpin has become a spirit, how can it be like the immortal cultivation and qi training in the novel."
Mo Fan muttered, Bai Mo glanced at him, "What's wrong with your hairpin?" The pendant is not an ordinary thing. It looks a little impatient. How about you loosen it?"
"Ah, no need." Mo Fan hesitated and quickly covered his little loach. live.
A small bronze mirror records this scene.
And it was passed to the bell tower of the ancient capital. In the eyes of Han Ji and others, they did not expect that the only village chief Xie Sang who stayed here had such a good thing, which could alleviate some of his sins of not saving him.
I saw Bai Mo using a silver hairpin to turn the pink lotus into a crimson lotus, and a pendant in Mo Fan's hand flew out uncontrollably, directly swallowing the lotus that could only be destroyed by a forbidden curse.
After taking this step to log into the high level, Lu Xu couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of magic tool is that? It can absorb the immortal demon lotus!"
"I think it must be related to the totem." Gray Bai Humanity said, he remembered what Bai Mo said.
"Totem!" Hearing this, Zhu Meng's eyes shrank. No wonder the mysterious snake was very close to that boy.
The rest of the people also looked strange, obviously thinking of Hangzhou Black Snake. Only Li Deming, the head of the Li family, smiled softly. The 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 should have totem relics in their hands. It is also possible that their guardian totem is sleeping, and it is impossible to invite them to help the ancient capital."< br>
“In the current situation, it is inappropriate for us old guys to rely on these young people to save us. It is already rare for them to successfully stop the ancient king from awakening. How can we expect more. "
Han Ji looked at the group of people who continued to move forward in the bronze mirror. At this time, he heard Xie Sang say, "The Immortal Demon Lotus is sad, but the next bridge of nine deaths is not easy to deal with, eh, I hope they are safe and sound.”
“A narrow escape from death?”
Mo Fan looked at Su Xiaoluo and Fang Gu, waiting for their answers. Unexpectedly, when he heard that among the ten bridges, only one was a student, he suddenly felt that it was better not to ask.
Bai Mo knows that this bridge of narrow escape is just a space application, and it does not actually have as many choices as the nine paths.
But looking at the sinister wind between the bridges that looked like the scythe of death, he was quite salivating. Walking on this bridge with Ding Yumian, the space domain has been released by him at this time. His spatial attainments are naturally not as high as those of the ancient king, but with his strong control over space, coupled with the space compass in his hand, Fang Gu Coordinate guidance.
Bai Mo discovered that this bridge of narrow escape actually had a chaos-based deception. It would be like a confusing world, causing people to change the direction of travel without realizing it.
But the real life gate is actually always in front of everyone.
With the coordinates and reference, this mysterious ability cannot cause much hindrance to him. He pulled Ding Yumian to prevent her from getting lost. Bai Mo looked at the empty foot of the bridge in front of him and felt The terrifying black wind in his ears seemed to be able to slice his entire head into pieces.
"Sooner or later I will bring Fengling to take you in."
With a slight hum, he resolutely walked over with Ding Yumian.
Ancient Capital
The Evil Eye Bronze Mirror reflects a figure who is constantly fighting at the Death Gate of the ancient king's tomb. It is Mo Fan.
But few people pay attention to him anymore.
The Palace of Death behind the Bridge of Nine Deaths seemed not to be peeped into, and Han Ji and others had no energy to think about it anymore.
All the super-level people who were supposed to be imprisoned to thoroughly investigate Sarang's identity were also released.
As night falls, the sea of the dead once again surrounds the ancient capital. The corpse of a huge mountain that can fill a quarter of the city directs his group of corpses to attack Anjie.
Numerous high-level super-levels were on the inner city wall, circling with the corpse of the mountain on the battlefield. Even the hunting king Du Xiao was seriously injured by the corpse of the mountain. The situation was urgent.
The rain is still falling, and everyone has no water from Kunjing. They both hope that day will come, but they do not want it to come.
Millions of people in the ancient capital were surrounded by countless waves of black corpses, and they had no way out!
This is not a huge death door!
The long jade bridge collapsed into the black abyss, and was cut and shattered by the black wind sickle.
Only an altar remains leading to the tomb.
The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a stone mountain that has been floating in the cold, eternal, dark universe for unknown years.
The altar is like a majestic ice cap, and the stone steps below are huge. It’s several times higher than humans!
This staircase does not seem to be climbed by humans, but more like it is used by gods who want to dominate the world.
Looking from a distance, you will find that there are red silk hanging down from the edge of the altar, bunches one after another. They are distributed at the corners of each giant step, just like the crown in front of the emperor's crown!
After getting closer, I realized that the red hanging thing was not silk at all, but a waterfall of blood that was so thick that it was irrigating it.
In the corner position, a dragon's head is built. The blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth and hangs down high. You can also hear the same rumbling sound as the waterfall.
It is like a drainage pipe on a rainy day, but this row is filled with blood, blood that has been flowing for more than two thousand years!
As you walk up the stone platform, the entire altar begins to shrink. As you go up, the steps become narrower, and gradually it reaches the point where you can step over it with your feet.
“We’re here.”
Bai Mo said, when he arrived at the top of the altar, he looked around and saw that in the center of the white altar, a huge piece of jade was placed.
That is not a treasure, but a transparent red, bright and translucent throne with flying edges and corners, like countless bloody swords inserted upside down! !
Bai Mo and Ding Yumian flashed and came to the Blood Throne.
Just in time to see Fang Gu’s figure, the armor full of ancient charm but fierce evil spirit was turned into a shriveled skin, fell on the Blood Throne, and was turned into a shriveled body by the armor robe quietly floating on the throne. Swinging the corners of his clothes, he swept them under the throne like sweeping away rubbish.
"Is that Fang Gu?" Ding Yumian said.
"It should be."
Bai Mo nodded slightly and glanced at the shadows around 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, "As you can see, this armor is very evil, let the evil body come."
Ding Yumian nodded slightly, this armor does have remnants It has self-will, but not much anymore. At the same time, it is also related to the lives of millions of people in the ancient capital, and it also controls powerful power.
No matter what, by mastering this armor, no matter whether the Tribunal finds out about her or wants to punish Bai Mo in the future, they will have the power to fight against her.
With a thought in his mind, the bright red curse lines on his eyebrows suddenly flew out, thick clouds of blood and ink rolled out, and in an instant, a figure that was no different from Ding Yumian appeared.
"What a nice gift."
Evil God Yu Mian looked at the evil armor suspended above the Blood Throne with a playful expression, but her eyes were extremely solemn. She turned to look Xiang Ding Yumian.
"The main body, I can't defeat it with my own spiritual power."
"I will be completely connected to you and do my best." Ding Yumian's eyes were also focused and focused. serious.
"Okay!"
The evil body Yu Mian nodded slightly, with an evil smile still on his face, and walked up to the throne. Before she could reach out her hand, she heard a ghost whistle.
The dark and simple evil armor robe was like a ghost, immediately attached to the body of the evil body Yumian. From empty to solid, it was put on the petite body of the evil body Yumian in the blink of an eye.
The shimmering evil light armor flashed like countless treacherous eyes, and the bloody red robes fluttered like the devil's claws.
The evil god Ding Yumian turned around, staring directly at the two of them with a pair of evil eyes. The male and female voices were indistinguishable, and through the dark mist between the armors, it was like the nine ghosts. The wind came, carrying madness and bloodlust.
"It's a good cursed dark body, but it's a girl's body. My people, kill happily!"
Then, the dark energy on her face suddenly dissolved, and her eyes became ancient. No wave, seductive words came out, "Want to pollute me? The old man should go to sleep well!"
At this moment, Yingying's spiritual light bloomed from Ding Yumian in an instant, and two Ding Yumian crossed their legs. sit down. The scroll-like Baize pendant flew up, and bursts of bright spiritual light fell down.
A pure white divine beast stepped out, and the shimmering spiritual light bloomed from it, helping Ding Yumian fight the remnant soul of the ancient king's armor, and help the evil body master this powerful body. Armor of strength.
In the body of the evil body, countless life energies flow endlessly, resisting the erosion of the body by the armor.
At this moment, a spiritual 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 is necessary to first alleviate the siege of the ancient capital outside! ’
(End of this chapter)