The Nine Deaths Bridge began to collapse, and sections of ancient jade turned into countless pieces and fell into the black abyss, where they were cut into pieces by the black wind.

There is only one real bridge left, and that is the altar that leads to the mausoleum.

The altar is hidden in endless darkness, like a stone platform mountain that has been floating in the cold, eternal, dark universe for an unknown number of years.

The altar is in the shape of an ice crown, and the stone steps below are huge, several times higher than a human, and the stairs are not for people to climb at all, but more like for the gods and giants.

When I looked at it from a distance, there were still red silk hanging on this altar, bunches by bunches, distributed in the corners of each giant staircase, and when I got closer, I realized that the red hanging was not silk at all, but a blood waterfall that was so thick that it was irrigating down.

At the angular position, the head of the dragon is cultivated, and the blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth, falling high, and you can hear the same rumbling sound as the waterfall.

Zhang Xiaohou remembered that on the eaves of the museum in the inner city, there seemed to be this same water-spitting dragon, but the museum was clearly the eaves drainage, and it was beautiful and spectacular on a rainy day, but the dragon's water spit on this altar was terrifying, and I didn't know if it was red liquid or real blood...... More than 2,000 years of blood that can still flow.

Walking up the stone ladder, the entire altar began to shrink in layers, and the stairs became narrower and narrower the further up the stairs, gradually reaching the point where people could step out in one step.

"You can see the top of the altar, and it should be the Blood Throne that Fang Gu said. Su Xiaoluo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his pale little face showed a little joy.

Hardships. Finally here!

Hopefully it's still too late!

So many lives, even though this altar looks terrible. Floating in endless darkness, but the thought of millions of people trapped in the dead city is about to become the grand funeral object of the Black Holy See Salang. Above is a mountain of swords, and the sea of fire has to break through.

"We've arrived, we've arrived. Su Xiaoluo was the first to climb the last staircase and said excitedly to Zhang Xiaohou behind him.

Zhang Xiaohou stepped forward tiredly, his eyes looked towards the top of this altar full of white jade, and sure enough, there was a huge jade in the very center!

The jadeite is red and crystal clear, and its edges and corners are flying, and it looks like countless swords are inserted upside down to form an imposing throne of kings......

This is the Blood Throne!

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

Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath. Take a step forward.

There is indeed a person on the Blood Throne, I don't know if he is dead or alive, he is wearing a black robe, this robe is obviously a historical thing, but it still reflects the cold light, and you can even see the somewhat humble self that is approaching timidly on the armor!

The man on the Blood Throne sat there, one hand propped up his cheek, his body tilted slightly, the shadow of his hat and helmet just hiding his face. The only thing that could be seen by the light of the altar fire was his sharp chin and the corners of his lips that were wickedly curled!

It's like a nap, it's like thinking, in short, it's not like a dead person!!

Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was covered with sweat, he never thought that a king who had been dead for more than 2,000 years would bring him such a huge sense of oppression. In Zhang Xiaohou's mind, this guy would stand up at any time, and then stare directly at himself with those eyes that were enough to make people scatter. At that time, I am afraid that I will not even be able to stand on my feet!

"I was surprised......"

Suddenly, the man sitting there spoke!

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo were all taken aback. The scalp is going to burst open.

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

The firelight slowly dispelled the shadows on his face. A familiar face with gray temples was revealed, its broad lips were an absolute dark purple, and the purple lines extended to the side cheeks, making the mouth even more sinister!

"How...... How can it be you!" Liu Ru was the first to exclaim.

This face was not unfamiliar to them, because it was Fang Gu who walked one of the bridges alone!

Zhang Xiaohou was also stunned.

He couldn't tell whether this was the ancient king-Yingzheng or Fang Gu who had walked the right bridge of life and death, because his whole temperament was different!

"What's going on, why are you sitting here??" Zhang Xiaohou said in disbelief.

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

"What about the Ancient King?" Su Xiaoluo hurriedly asked.

"I am. ”

"You're Fang Gu. ”

"Not anymore. As I had guessed, the true ancient king had long since faded through the years, leaving behind nothing more than a robe glued to his skin and the throne of blood that commanded the realm of the dead. Fang Gu stood up, and the armor on his body immediately emitted a sharp metallic sound.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"Whoever arrives here first inherits everything from the ancient king, this white palace of his, the realm of the dead that he has single-handedly created, his inexhaustible magic, his incomparable wisdom......" Fang Gu's voice also revealed a strange metallic sound, which was echoing on the top of this empty altar.

"Then what are you still sitting here doing, let the army of the undead retreat, let the corpses of the mountain peaks leave, and stop the spatial drift of the abyss. Su Xiaoluo said hurriedly.

When Fang Gu heard Su Xiaoluo's words, he immediately burst out laughing.

His laughter was very strange, it was clearly coming from his throat, but it felt like something else was hiding in his skin, making this sound on his behalf.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Xiaoluo said a little angrily.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou pulled Su Xiaoluo and motioned her behind him.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohou's extremely serious expression, Su Xiaoluo seemed to understand something, and gradually took a few steps back.

"It's ridiculous, my soldiers, my generals, and my princes want to help me get back the capital that belongs to me, why should I stop it??" Fang Gu laughed loudly, sounding even more terrifying.

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo are all slowly retreating.

Now they couldn't tell whether it was Fang Gu who was wearing the armor or the ancient king Yingzheng who resurrected the ancient king through Fang Gu's body, whether it was his unrecognizable ghoul appearance or the strange voice he made, it showed that this was by no means a good kind!

"Is he Fang Gu or not?" asked Su Xiaoluo in a low voice.

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

If it was an absolute living person, Liu Ru could smell the breath of a living person emanating from them, in fact, Liu Ru couldn't feel the breath of this armored Fang Gu at all.

Fang Gu may have felt that the ancient king was dead, and he had everything when he put on his armor, but judging from his twisted personality, Fang Gu was the one who was replaced...... (To be continued.) )