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

He went to the Bell Tower Magic Association overnight. Mo Fan found the old Han Ji. Han Ji was studying some ancient events. He was surprised when he saw Mo Fan appear.

Speaking of which, Mo Fan has never been to the ancient capital since the disaster. The city has been rebuilt and has been restoring its original prosperity. The people here are also very strong and have no choice to leave, but in the end there is something missing, and it will take a long time to forget...

"Is something happened?" Han Ji asked.

"You should have always been in the position to calculate the Sha Yuan, right?" Mo Fan asked.

Since learning that Sha Yuan is the entrance to the tomb of the ancient king, Han Ji sent people to pay attention to Sha Yuan's space migration at all times, and some things Han Ji didn't want to happen again.

"Yeah, there's something in the calculation." Han Ji nodded.

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

"You wait."

Han Ji left for a while, and not long after, he brought a thick record book. There was an additional scholar next to him, who seemed to be a scholar from the Space Department. He explained to Han Ji on the side, and Han Ji listened carefully.

"The next migration happens to be tomorrow's sunset, and it's here..." Han Ji pointed to the map.

The coordinate calculation of Sha Yuan has always been controlled by Han Ji, and at the same time, he will no longer let anyone capture the spatial migration rules of Sha Yuan. However, if Mo Fan asks, it would be a different matter.

"I'll go there." Mo Fan said.

"Go to the place?? Are you going to enter the Ear Abyss???? What are you going to enter the Ear Abyss??" Han Ji asked several questions in one breath.

"I have to ask you something in person. I'm leaving. Well, I'm relatively close to this Ganxi City. If you have a plane to take a seat, it should be very fast." Mo Fan said.

...

Mo Fan did not stay in the ancient capital for too long, so he took the plane to Ganxi City. The next space drift in Shayuan would appear about two hundred kilometers away in this city.

The next day, Mo Fan arrived on this extremely desolate yellow land. The evil abyss arrived one step earlier than Mo Fan. The surging evil aura was the arrival of the devil. Even a normal person would never step into the depths.

There are no undead near the Sha Yuan. The undead will no longer appear easily on the land of living people. Mo Fan's tiny figure has dived into the entrance of this dark and sunless hell furnace, completely as if he had escaped into another mysterious and terrifying world!

After taking a deep breath, Mo Fan stood on the edge of the Sha Yuan. When he looked down, he still saw the corpse faces full of resentment, violence, hunger, hatred, and greed. They were stirred together with the slow rotation of the Sha Yuan, and it was completely a sea of ​​endless pain.

Mo Fan had already skipped once, and knew that the glory of the little loach fell to the bottom would protect him from falling safely, but this feeling of fear that was coming towards him really made people not want to experience it for the second time.

Close your eyes, and the evil spirit has not diminished at all.

Mo Fan jumped down and was violently involved in the sea of ​​corpses...

...

When it fell to the black space, Mo Fan walked forward along the barren black earth. There were still a group of billions of corpses above his head. They formed slowly wriggling clouds, and the corpses fell to the ground like rain, smashing near Mo Fan, turning into pools of moving blood mud.

Mo Fan continued to move forward and walked towards the White Tomb Palace. The tomb that had stood alone for thousands of years had not changed at all, but still brought Mo Fan a suffocating coldness.

After entering the bronze door, those evil eyes are still there!

After walking through the gallery, I walked past it smoothly without any obstacles.

The Eternal Demon Lotus is no longer there, and this gateless hall cannot cause any obstacles to Mo Fan.

After passing through the Nine-Death Bridge, I chose a bridge at will. This bridge did not lead to the death gate. It guided Mo Fan directly to the bloody altar and to the bloody throne...

Mo Fan himself had never been to this bloody altar. This was his first time stepping in. It was completely black and smooth enough to reflect his figure. It was surrounded by darkness, coldness, nothingness, eternal eternity...

The blood-colored altar is suspended in such nothingness. It may be rotating slowly, but people cannot detect it when standing on it. They themselves cannot tell what is the upper and lower, and what is the left and right.

On the bloody throne, a black helmet sat there, empty inside, but it maintained a sitting position that was difficult to distinguish between contemplation and sleep, like a sculpture, but it had a huge momentum like a majestic Mount Tai!!

"Chief Instructor." Mo Fan looked at the black helmet robe and his emotions seemed to fluctuate.

"You are not my descendant." The voice was thick with the original tone of Zhan Kong. The black helmet robe was obviously empty, but a pair of eyes lit up.

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

Gu Lao Wang did not answer.

Mo Fan knew that the "people" in this black helmet robe was not exactly the cruel and great king, but also the memory and soul of the chief instructor Zhan Kong who vowed to defend Bocheng to the death.

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

Moreover, on the bridge of Nine-Death and Death, Mo Fan did not step into the death gate, which also shows that he had a hint of kindness to himself.

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

The "people" in front of him are the king of the undead empire. Perhaps even Han Ji did not expect that Mo Fan once again stepped into the Sha Yuan but wanted to question this matter in person!

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

Once this is done by the undead in the ancient capital, it means that the undead pattern will be broken again, and the undead will no longer live in the tombs, and they will once again invade the land of the living people. This also means that the ancient king will declare war on the world as the Pluto and pull the living people into the abyss of death!

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

If the answer given by Gu Lao Wang is: Yes!

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

"No." Gu Lao Wang replied.

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

He was actually afraid, he was afraid that the other party would answer yes, he had to bite the bullet and say those words, he had to transform into a demon here... In fact, Mo Fan had no confidence, even if he transformed into a demon, he was definitely not the opponent of the deceased king in front of him!

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

Qin Yuer returned to her life, but she was also waiting alone. Mu Ningxue often went to see her and talked to her, which could be seen...

The ancient king's face slowly emerged in the empty helmet. It was the face of the penis, but its skin was gray, and you could see the black and intertwined blood vessels on the face transparently.

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

Gradually, his eyes disappeared, and only a black helmet robe that kept sitting in a sitting position was left on the entire blood-colored throne. It was lifeless, but as majestic as a mountain!

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

There was no answer, and only Mo Fan's own voice echoed in the entire bloody altar.

"Thank you for teaching me a lot of things." Mo Fan took a step back and gave a military salute to the black helmet robe. "I told Zhang Xiaohou that everyone has such a person in his heart who can be a spiritual pillar. Even if he is in great difficulties, he will not be confused. If the sky falls, he can hold his heart against him and never collapse... Zhang Xiaohou said that the person like this in his heart is me. He asked me if there is such a person in my heart, and I answered no."

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

After that voice gradually calmed down, Mo Fan laughed and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I lied to him. Many times, I play the role of powerless and trembling."
Chapter completed!