Chen Jing instinctively felt that the figure sitting on the throne was alive, and even he felt that the eyes under the hood were watching him.

But at the moment when he exclaimed.

The key to the door glowed golden, and suddenly dimmed.

It's like a burned-out oil lamp that begins to go out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Chen Jing was not swallowed up by the darkness in the palace because of this.

Because in the sky.

Or on the ceiling of the palace.

Suddenly, a cluster of eerie colors appeared.

The colorful halo seems to contain all the known colors in the world.

Even in the midst of it, Chen Jing saw something incomprehensible......

Color.

It is a color that has never been seen before, and it is beyond the scope of human cognition, and it cannot be described in words.

Like a mist, like a liquid.

In Chen Jing's incomprehensible gaze, these strange and indescribable colors began to flow rapidly in the darkness like flowing water.

The dazzling halo only reminded Chen Jing of the pictures of astrophotography nebulae he had seen on the Internet.

In the very center of the light cluster, there is a spherical object with a diameter of about twenty meters.

The object looks as if it was made of gold, with dozens of golden "star tracks" intersecting each other, resembling an ancient armillary sphere.

When Chen Jing saw its appearance clearly, these "star tracks" engraved with totems and incantations were spinning silently, as if they wanted to move the stars dotted in the orbit until they were in the right position......

Now.

A strange halo of light in the sky had illuminated the entire palace.

This place is more decayed and dilapidated than Chen Jing imagined.

There was no other decorative object in sight in the empty hall, and the throne seemed to be the only "piece of furniture" here.

floors, walls.

The main body of the building as far as the eye can see is decaying.

The overall appearance is not as glorious as the outside, but more like a boulder that has been decayed into dead wood or a dull color.

The walls of the palace are crawling with thorns all over the place.

These thorns seemed to be the same kind of plant as the thorns on the throne, withered and still twisted and twisted, like the tentacles of some terrible creature.

With the treacherous aura of heaven, Chen Jing quickly glanced around the layout of the palace, and finally set his eyes on the armor on both sides of the throne staircase.

Yes, it should be armor, not a statue.

The armor stands in a standing position on either side of the staircase, like some kind of ornament, and the shape is very similar to the style of the Middle Ages.

It is different from the usual color.

The whole of these old armors is dark gold, and the surface is covered with a layer of sticky marks.

Mottled and reddish in blood, it always looks dirty and dirty.

On the back of each armor, a broken golden cloak is attached, on which the mark of "Yellow King Totem" can be faintly seen.

Although they all stood with their hands holding cross-sword positions, looking natural and graceful as if they were living people, Chen Jing was sure that there was no one in these armors.

Because under those masks that are all open, all that can be seen is air.

From the initial shock to the current calm.

Chen Jing felt that he couldn't waste any more time, because Zhao Pseudo-Xian and the old man were outside, and if he went out a little later, it was estimated that he would be able to collect the old man's body.

Although he was curious about the palace, it was not a good time to explore.

"Let's get out of here first,......" Chen Jing muttered anxiously, taking one last look at the yellow-robed figure sitting on the throne.

I have to say that Chen Jing was really taken aback by it before.

But after seeing it clearly, his emotions slowly calmed down.

That's not the Yellow King at all.

Not even a person, to be exact.

It was just a ragged yellow robe filled with air.

I don't know why it's standing there.

The torn corners of the clothes will also gently flutter with the breeze in the palace, revealing a smell of decay and decay.

Perhaps it used to be the robe worn by the Yellow King.

Chen Jing remembers it very clearly.

Every time the Yellow King's Holy Grail was used, the figure in the ragged yellow robe would appear.

The yellow robe was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

"Click...... Click......"

Suddenly, Chen Jing heard the sound of metal rubbing.

This slightly dull and eerie sound was particularly harsh in the empty palace.

When I followed the sound, I saw that the twelve armors standing in line on the stairs had moved!

That's right.

The armor seemed to come to life.

It seems to be a living form beyond the scope of human comprehension.

They trembled slightly, then lifted their feet extremely stiffly, their movements twisted and strange.

The armor staggered down the steps.

To say that you are not afraid is false.

Chen Jing barely hesitated, turned around and ran in the direction of the palace gate.

However, in the next second, Chen Jing was desperate.

Because he found that he couldn't move his feet at all!

Although the floor tiles laid in the main hall look like a dark golden whole, if you look closely, you can still see the subtle splicing gaps.

But now these cracks suddenly began to writhe strangely, and the floor tiles quickly melted, like butter in the heat of the day......

Centered on the location where Chen Jing is located.

Almost twenty square meters of floor tiles in the vicinity were melted.

The liquid turned from the melting of the floor tiles has an extremely pure golden color.

Even Chen Jing thinks that maybe this is a kind of liquid gold?

Flowing, churning.

Chen Jing was like standing in a square pool.

At first, the liquid just stuck to Chen Jing's shoes.

But next......

They were like mud in a swamp, constantly dragging Chen Jing down.

At this moment, Chen Jing was completely panicked.

Looking at the strange armor that was walking down the steps step by step, he couldn't run away if he wanted to.

What's more, compared to those ghosts, these golden liquids under their feet are obviously more threatening......

Just a few seconds.

Chen Jing almost sank his knees into this golden swamp.

Deep.

Hot.

Beneath this golden swamp, it was as if a furnace was burning invisible to the naked eye.

His instincts told him if he was really dragged into the depths by these strange liquids.

Once they don't go over their heads, they may ......

When the boom sounded.

It looked like something metal had fallen to the ground.

Chen Jing hurriedly raised his head, only to see that the armor that was walking in the forefront had actually disintegrated!

Yes.

This change of self-disintegration caught Chen Jing a little off guard.

Every part of the armor involuntarily detached from the main body, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

As they got closer to Chen Jing, more and more "parts" fell from their bodies.

There were even a few armors that couldn't hold up in the middle of the process, and they shattered with a thud, and even the helmets rolled down the steps.

The armor rolled all the way into the golden liquid and began to sink rapidly.

Twelve armors.

Eleven of them have disintegrated in a very short period of time.

At this point, only the one who walked at the back was left......

The parts on it never fell off.

Until the last step is reached, it remains in its original state, with no signs of falling apart and disintegrating itself.

At this moment, Chen Jing saw that in its empty helmet, a lot of black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air...... They were like burning flames, filling the empty armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually.

The armor slowly raised the cross sword in his hand and aimed the tip of the sword at Chen Jing, who was constantly sinking into this golden swamp.

In Chen Jing's shocked gaze.

It spoke.

A hoarse and muffled voice with an endless sense of oppression.

"Bathing...... King's Blood ......"

"Live...... Come down ......."

"Proof ......"

"Thou art the king's blood......"

(End of chapter)