The First Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Six Chapters Enter the Evil Abyss Again

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Mo Fan left Lingling and Zhao Manyan in the northern border, and he went to the ancient capital of Xi'an alone.

After arriving at the Bell Tower Magic Association overnight, Mo Fan found the old Han Ji. Han Ji was studying some ancient things. He was surprised when he saw Mo Fan.

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

"What happened?" Han Ji asked.

"You should have been calculating Sha Yuan's position, right?" Mo Fan asked.

Since learning that Sha Yuan is the entrance to the ancient king's tomb, Han Ji has sent people to always pay attention to the spatial migration of Sha Yuan, and some things Han Ji does not want to happen again.

"Well, there is a calculation." Han Ji nodded.

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

"wait."

Han Ji left for a while, and not long after he brought a thick notebook, and there was a scholar next to him, who seemed to be a scholar from the Space Department. He explained to Han Ji, and Han Ji listened carefully.

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

The coordinate calculation of Sha Yuan has always been controlled by Han Ji, and he will not let anyone capture the spatial migration law of Sha Yuan. However, if Mo Fan asked, it would be another matter.

"I'll go." Mo Fan said.

"Go for a trip?? You want to enter Shayuan??? What are you doing in Shayuan?" Han Ji asked a few questions in one breath.

"I have something to ask in person. I'm leaving. Well, it's relatively close to the city of Ganxi. There is a plane, so it should be very fast." Mo Fan said.

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Mo Fan didn't stay in the ancient capital for too long, and went directly to Ganxi City by plane. Sha Yuan's next space drift will appear about 200 kilometers away from this city.

On the second day,

Mo Fan arrived on this desolate yellow land. Sha Yuan arrived one step earlier than Mo Fan. The suffocating suffocating aura could be said to be the arrival of a demon king, and a normal person would not step into the depths any longer.

There are no undead near Shayuan, and the undead will not easily appear on the land of the living now. Mo Fan's tiny figure has disappeared bit by bit at the entrance of this dark hell furnace, completely like he has escaped into another mystery. And terrible world!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan stood on the edge of Shayuan. He looked down, and what he saw were still corpse faces full of resentment, rage, hunger, hatred, and greed. They slowly rotated with Shayuan. And being mixed together is completely a sea of ​​endless pain.

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

Closing your eyes, the suffocation remains unabated.

Mo Fan jumped down, and his body was slammed into the sea of ​​​​corpses...

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Falling into the black space, Mo Fan walked along the barren black earth. There were still hundreds of millions of corpses above his head. The vicinity of Fan turned into pools of moving blood mud.

Mo Fan continued to walk forward and walked towards the Palace of the White Tomb. The mausoleum that had stood alone for thousands of years had not changed at all, and it still gave Mo Fan a suffocating coldness. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net W wW.Ai Qu 】

Entering the copper door, the evil eyes are still there!

Passing through the gallery, there is no obstacle, and I passed it smoothly.

The Eternal Life Demon Lotus is no longer there, and this gateless hall will not hinder Mo Fan.

Passing through the bridge of nine deaths and one life, I randomly chose a bridge to walk. This bridge does not lead to the door of death. It guides Mo Fan directly to the bloody altar and to the bloody throne...

Mo Fan himself has never been to this bloody altar. This is the first time he has stepped into it. It is completely black and clean enough to reflect his own figure. The surrounding is a universe-like darkness, cold, nothingness, eternal...

The blood-colored altar is suspended in such a void. It may be turning slowly, but people standing on it can't perceive it, and they can't tell what is up, what is down, and what is left and right.

On the Scarlet Throne, a black armored helmet sat there. It was empty inside, but it maintained a sitting posture that was indistinguishable from contemplation and deep sleep. It was like a sculpture, but it had an aura like a majestic mountain! !

"Chief Instructor." Mo Fan looked at the black robe and said with a fluctuating mood.

"You are not my descendant." The voice was full of Zhan Kong's original tone, and the black robe was clearly empty, but a pair of eyes lit up.

"I may not be an authentic Bocheng native, but I am your student." Mo Fan said.

The ancient king did not answer.

Mo Fan knew that the "people" in this black robe was not exactly the brutal and great king, but also the memory and soul of Zhankong, the chief instructor who vowed to defend Bo City to the death.

He went to Tianshan, and he rescued Qin Yuer, which was enough to prove that this was the Zhankong 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 towards himself.

"A small town in the northern border was sacked by the undead. The whole town died and turned into undead... Is this what your subordinates did?" Mo Fan asked.

The "person" in front of him is the king of the undead empire. Perhaps even Han Ji did not expect that Mo Fan once again stepped into the Shayuan to question this matter face to face!

Compared with many disasters, the death of a small town is indeed a little insignificant, but in Mo Fan's view, this is far more serious than any disaster...

Once this is done by the undead in the ancient capital, it means that the pattern of the undead will be broken again, the undead will no longer live in the tomb, and they will once again invade the land of the living, which also means that the ancient king will take the identity of Hades to the world. Declare war and drag the living into the abyss of death!

This is what Mo Fan doesn't want to see anyway!

If the answer given by the ancient king is: yes!

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

"No," replied the ancient king.

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

He was actually afraid in his heart, he was afraid that the other party would answer yes, he had to bite the bullet and say those words, he had to incarnate into a demon right here... In fact, Mo Fan had no certainty, even if it was an incarnation of a demon, he It is definitely not the opponent of the dead emperor in front of him!

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

Qin Yuer returned to her own life, but she was also waiting alone. Mu Ningxue often went to see her and talk to her, but it could be seen that...

The face of the ancient king slowly emerged in the empty helmet. It was Zhan Kong's face, but its skin was gray, and the transparent black blood vessels on his face could be seen.

But soon, his face was hidden in the empty helmet again, leaving only a pair of eyes that were indifferent to everything.

Gradually, his eyes also disappeared, and there was only a black robe remaining on the entire blood-colored throne, which remained in a sitting position, lifeless, but majestic as a mountain!

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

Without any answer, only Mo Fan's own voice echoed throughout the bloody altar.

"Thank you for teaching me a lot of things." Mo Fan took a step back and gave the black helmet a military salute to the mage when he was training in Xuefeng Mountain, "I told Zhang Xiaohou that everyone has this in their hearts. A person who can be used as a spiritual support, with him, even when great difficulties come, he will not lose his position. Even when the sky falls, he can bear his heart and never collapse... Zhang Xiaohou said that such a person in his heart is me. , he asked me if I had such a person in my heart, and I answered no."

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

After the voice gradually calmed down, Mo Fan laughed at himself and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I lied to him. Many times, I play the role of powerlessness and trembling." Mobile phone users, please browse and read, better reading experience.