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Mo Fan left Lingling and Zhao Manyan in the northern Xinjiang, and he went to the ancient capital of Xi'an alone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Arrived at the Bell Tower Magic Association overnight, Mo Fan found the old Han Lone, Han Lone was studying some ancient things, and he was full of surprise when he saw Mo Fan appear.

Speaking of which, since the catastrophe, Mo Fan has not been to the ancient capital, the city has been rebuilding, has been restoring its original prosperity, and the people here are also very strong, and they did not choose to leave, but after all, there is something missing, and it will take a long time to forget......

"Did something happen?" asked Han Shi.

"You should always have a place in the calculation of the Abyss, right?" Mo Fan asked.

Since learning that the Abyss was the entrance to the ancient king's mausoleum, Han Lin had sent people to pay attention to the spatial migration of the Abyss, and there were some things that Han Lin didn't want to happen again.

"Well, there's a calculus. Han Lin nodded.

"Where is it now?" Mo Fan asked solemnly.

"You wait. ”

Han Lin left for a while, and not long after he brought a thick record book, there was another scholar next to him, who seemed to be a scholar from the space department, he explained to Han Lin on the side, and Han Lin listened carefully.

"The next migration will be at sunset tomorrow, and it will ......be here," Han Lin pointed to the map.

The calculation of the coordinates of the Abyss has always been controlled by Han Lone, and at the same time, he will not let anyone capture the spatial migration laws of the Abyss, but if Mo Fan asks, it will be a different matter.

"I'll take a trip. Mo Fan said.

"You're going to go into the abyss??? what are you going to do in the abyss???" Han Xiao asked a few questions in one breath.

"There's something to ask face to face, I'm leaving, well, it's relatively close to this citrus city, there is a plane to take, it should be soon. Mo Fan said.

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Mo Fan didn't stay in the ancient capital for too long, and went directly to Citrus City, where the next spatial drift would appear about two hundred kilometers away from the city.

On the second day, Mo Fan arrived at this incomparably desolate yellow earth, and the abyss arrived one step earlier than Mo Fan, and the monstrous and tumbling evil aura could be described as the arrival of the demon king, and a normal person would not step into the depths of the depths again.

There are no undead near the abyss, and the undead will not easily appear in the land of the living now, and Mo Fan's small figure has not entered the entrance of this dark hell furnace little by little, completely like escaping into another mysterious and terrifying world!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan stood on the edge of the abyss, he looked down, and what he saw was still the corpse faces full of resentment, rage, hunger, hatred, and greed, which were stirred together with the slow rotation of the abyss, and it was completely an endless ocean of pain.

Mo Fan had already skipped once, and he knew that the brilliance of the little loach would protect him from falling to the bottom safely, but this sense of fear that came to him really made people not want to experience it a second time.

When I closed my eyes, my anger did not diminish in the slightest.

Mo Fan jumped down, and his body was fiercely swept into the sea of corpses......

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Falling into the black space, Mo Fan walked along the barren black earth, and there were still hundreds of millions of corpses above his head, their black pressure formed a slowly wriggling cloud, and the corpses fell to the ground like rain, smashing near Mo Fan, turning into pools of moving blood and mud.

Mo Fan continued to walk forward and walked towards the Palace of the White Tomb, the mausoleum that had stood lonely for thousands of years had not changed at all, and it still brought Mo Fan a suffocating coldness.

Entering the bronze door, those evil eyes are still there!

Walking through the gallery, there was no obstacle, and I stepped through it smoothly.

The Immortal Demon Lotus is no longer there, and this gateless hall will not cause any hindrance to Mo Fan.

Crossing the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life, he chose a bridge at random, this bridge did not lead to the door of death, it guided Mo Fan directly to the Scarlet Altar and to the Scarlet Throne......

Mo Fan himself had never been to this blood-colored altar, this was the first time he had stepped into it, it was completely black, smooth enough to reflect his own figure, and around him was a universe-like darkness, coldness, nothingness, eternal existence......

The blood-colored altar is suspended in such nothingness, it may be slowly turning, but one cannot perceive it when standing on it, and it is impossible to distinguish what is up, what is down, and what is left and right.

On the blood-colored throne, a black armor helmet sat there, and it was empty, but it maintained a sitting posture that was indistinguishable between contemplation and sleep, like a sculpture, but it had a huge momentum like a majestic Tarzan!!

"Chief Instructor. Mo Fan looked at the black robe, and his emotions fluctuated a little.

"You are not my son. The voice was rich with the original timbre of the hollow, and the black robe was obviously empty, but a pair of eyes lit up.

"I may not be a true Bo city, but I'm your student. Mo Fan said.

The old king did not answer.

Mo Fan knew that the "person" in this black robe was not exactly the cruel and great king, but also the chief instructor who swore to defend Bo City to the death, and cut off his memory and soul.

He went to Tianshan, and he rescued Qin Yu'er, which was enough to prove that this was the one he knew.

Moreover, on the bridge of nine deaths and one life, Mo Fan did not step into the door of death, which also shows that he has a trace of kindness to himself.

"A small town in northern Xinjiang has been ransacked by the undead, and the whole town has died and turned into undead...... Is this what your subordinates did?" Mo Fan questioned.

The "person" in front of him was the king of the Undead Empire, maybe even Han Lin didn't expect that Mo Fan would step into the abyss again to question this matter face to face!

The death of a small town is indeed a little insignificant compared to many disasters, but in Mo Fan's opinion, it is far more serious than any disaster......

Once this is what the undead of the ancient capital did, it means that the pattern of the undead will be broken again, the undead will no longer inhabit the tombs, and they will once again invade the land of the living, which also means that the ancient king will declare war on the world as the king of Hades, pulling the living into the abyss of death!

This is something that Mo Fan doesn't want to see no matter what!

If the answer given by the Old King is: Yes!

Then Mo Fan will also declare war with the ancient king here, even if there is a person who he respects the most, Mo Fan will fight this dead king to the end as a living person!

"It's not. The Old King replied.

Mo Fan's expressionless face finally had a little bit of a look of the past, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was actually afraid in his heart, he was afraid that the other party's answer would be yes, that he would have to say those words hard, and that he would have to turn into a demon right here...... In fact, Mo Fan was not at all sure, even if he was an incarnate demon, he was definitely not the opponent of the Dead King in front of him!

"She wants to see you, no matter what you become. Mo Fan said.

Qin Yu'er returned to her life, but she was also waiting lonely, Mu Ningxue often went to see her and talked to her, which could be seen......

The face of the ancient king slowly emerged in the empty helmet, it was a hollowed face, but its skin was gray, and the transparent black dense interlaced veins on the face could be seen.

Soon, however, his face was hidden in the empty helmet, and only a pair of eyes were left that ignored everything.

Gradually, his eyes disappeared, and only a sitting black robe remained on the entire Scarlet Throne, lifeless but majestic!

"Chief Instructor......" Mo Fan called again, his mood was a little messy.

There was no answer, and only Mo Fan's own voice echoed throughout the blood-colored altar.

"Thank you for teaching me so much. Mo Fan took a step back and gave the black robe a mage military salute that he had experienced in Xuefeng Mountain, "I told Zhang Xiaohou that everyone has such a person in their hearts who can be used as a spiritual pillar...... Zhang Xiaohou said that the person in his heart is me, and he asked me if there is such a person in my heart, and I replied no. ”

There was still no movement in the black robe, and Mo Fan seemed to be talking to himself.

After that voice gradually calmed down, Mo Fan laughed bitterly at himself: "Actually, I lied to him." A lot of the time, I'm in the role of powerlessness and trembling. (To be continued.) )