In the boundless dark space, there is a Shitai Mountain that has been lingering in the cold, eternal, and dark universe for an unknown number of years.

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

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.

A small figure woke up from the only bridge leading to the altar of the mausoleum.

Zhao Xin, who was woken up by the loud sound of the waterfall flowing, stumbled and immediately got up to observe the surrounding environment, but this dark environment like a netherworld was terrifying.

"What the hell is this place, why am I here!!"

"Ah~!!"

Zhao Xin, who had a sore brain, patted his head, wanting to quickly recall what happened before he came to this netherworld mansion.

But no matter how hard Zhao Xin tried to remember, he couldn't remember, he could remember his memory ability, which had been greatly improved after traveling through this magical world, and many small things in his previous life could still be remembered.

And next to Zhao Xin, who was hurting his brain, a floating humanoid light cluster suddenly appeared. However, with Zhao Xin's current ability, it will never be possible to see this powerful soul body.

"Funny boy, why is your deep obsession in such a forbidden area for humans, I want to see what kind of way you have." I saw this soul body say to himself, and he was not afraid that Zhao Xin, who was on the side, would hear it.

Unable to recall what happened before, Zhao Xin had no choice but to give up his memories and focus on the present, and began to look at the dark universe space around him, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

When he carefully saw the dragon spit water on this altar, Zhao Xin, who had hunted more than a hundred demons, couldn't stand it in his heart.

Zhao Xin, who was accustomed to seeing blood, quickly confirmed that the red liquid flowing from the dragon's mouth was the real blood...... I don't know who is so desperate to make such an art exhibition with blood that can dry up quickly.

But such a bloody and terrifying building reminded Zhao Xin of some intermittent memories, as if he had heard or seen these buildings there.

Zhao Xin, who had no other choice, could only go up the stone ladder, and the entire altar began to shrink in layers, and the higher he went, the narrower the staircase became, and gradually it had reached the point where people could step out in one step.

Soon Zhao Xin's eyes saw the top of the altar, and Zhao Xin, who had a clear goal, was instantly full of enthusiasm and trotted up the final stairs.

Zhao Xin dragged his tired body and stepped up, and lay on the ground shouting something.

"Why do you get tired of walking such a distance, but can you still absorb people's yang energy when you go to this ghost place!!"

……

The soul body followed behind Zhao Xin and snickered, this strange space with real touch was the scene formed by her spell on Zhao Xin.

The buildings and scenery that appeared in Zhao Xin's eyes in the dark fog were all formed by the memories in the depths of Zhao Xin's mind, and they were built by consuming a lot of Zhao Xin's mental power.

He trotted all the things that were blurred in the distance into life, and of course he was tired of exerting too much mental energy.

Fortunately, Zhao Xin's spiritual power far exceeded his current cultivation realm, otherwise even if he had a soul body to help him, he would have been tired on the steps and couldn't move.

Who is called Zhao Xin's obsession environment is far beyond the ideas of ordinary people, making it a little difficult to maintain the powerful soul body of this different space.

Fortunately, in the real world, Zhao Xin was immersed in the lake of life, and the vitality full of healing energy continued to strengthen and replenish Zhao Xin's body, and finally nourished the spiritual world in Zhao Xin's mind.

Thanks to the good reality environment outside, Zhao Xin, who had quickly recovered his state, looked towards the top of this altar full of white jade, and there was a huge jade in the most central position!

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!

There is an armor robe floating on the Blood Throne, obviously the robe is empty, but it can be supported and sat on it like a living person, and under the armor hat is like a pair of crimson ghostly eyes, staring directly at Zhao Xin's greedy eyes, looking into the depths of the soul through the body, as if everything in the heart is easily perceived.

If Zhao Xin didn't know where he was when he saw this, he, a traverser, would live this life in vain.

The strong excitement in Zhao Xin's heart made his hands tremble, this is the hole card he wants to change the magic world in this life.

Ordinary people would never dare to fight this thing, but Zhao Xin is by no means among these ordinary people.

No matter how bold and prolific people are, they are not afraid that they will not be able to do it, and they are afraid that they will not be able to think of it.

In the whole story of the magic world, there is only this absolute power that can be inherited.

Now that you know about it and don't take action, won't you waste the biggest plug-in of intelligence!

The path of wealth has come to an end, and if you want to stand out from the geniuses of the wizarding world, you have to rely on mutation to achieve this goal.

In his previous life, Zhao Xin was a person who had no strength, and he knew the importance of strong power. The human and inhuman factors are in a secondary position, and they don't pay much attention to the identity of human beings.

There is no distinction between good and bad power, it depends on the guy who uses this power.

……

The soul body that had been witnessing this scene began to become unnatural.

What kind of successor did Lin Zhihai choose, he is really a bold and reckless guy, he won't think so much about looking for death.

Although this is a false spiritual illusion, it has evolved from the psychic system, space system, and chaos system of the soul body's top forbidden spells.

The imaginary things in the depths of Zhao Xin's consciousness can still be expressed a little, and when the soul body sees the fluctuations emanating from this evil robe, it knows that the armor of this evil sect is a strong person of the same level as her in life.

If Zhao Xin's obsession is to stupidly send blood food to the evil robe, then she really has to consider changing to a successor with a normal brain.

Say what, what!!

Just as the soul body had just finished complaining in his heart, Zhao Xin, who had sorted out his mentality in front of him, took a firm step and walked towards the evil robe on the Blood Throne step by step.

……

The soul body stared at the brave and fearless Zhao Xin with wide eyes, how could this kind of evil thing not have a negative effect.

What happened in the illusion was based on Zhao Xin's cognitive operation, and he looked at his familiar actions.

I know that Zhao Xin must know a lot of things, but what hole cards do you have to domesticate this evil robe!!

How could a low-level mage do that!!