Da, Da, Da...

Wang Zhong was alone, walking in a magnificent, empty ancient palace, stepping on the hard and dark ground, making a low echo, floating in the hall. [】

He was wearing a bloody clothes, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and his whole body was filled with a dignified and deep spirit. Compared with the past, he had a more vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced the baptism of endless years.

This temple is very ancient, as dark as eternal night, but there is only a ray of blood-red flame in the extreme depths.

Like a bloody eye of a ferocious beast, it lies dormant in this dark and quiet palace.

The atmosphere was silent, with a heart-wrenching breath.

The more he moved forward, the calmer Wang Zhong's expression became. He seemed to be very familiar with this place, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations.

"You're back."

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a faint, old, hoarse and low voice rang out slowly, echoing in the hall, misty, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Wang Zhong suddenly stopped, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I'm back."

Hurry~

As the sound fell, a few golden divine flames suddenly lit up on both sides of the empty and dark hall, like leaping torches, dispelling the darkness.

In an instant, the hall was bright and dyed with a layer of sacred gold, and all the scenery became extremely clear.

This hall is indeed very empty and brilliant, large and immeasurable. A passage made of black bricks and stones spreads straight to the center of the hall and continues to the end of the hall.

On both sides of the passage, there are ancient stone pillars standing one by one, each of which is like a giant dragon hanging in the air.

Wang Zhong stood on the passage, compared with the stone pillars on both sides, and as small as an ant compared with the entire hall!

Looking closely, there were mysterious blood-colored patterns engraved on the stone pillars.

There is a demon who has eight arms, a rock, eyes like sun and moon, and a long roar on the stars.

He has a body and feet, and a black feather, and a night with nine strange birds with hideous heads, dancing with a corpse in his mouth.

He has mastered the mountains and rivers, thunder hangs his ears, sits upright above the sky, overlooking the majestic figures of billions of sentient beings, and the light of the Taoist rays floats between his eyebrows, illuminating the universe and everything.

There is a graceful woman riding on the boat of Cangwa, riding on the stream of Zhouxu, supporting the green and darkness, her hair is like a waterfall, falling from the Taoist light, hazy as dreamy.

...The blood-colored patterns are filled with the smell of ancient and vastness, completely different from the ancient divine realm, and are completely different from the ones that are supposed to be in this life.

The figures in the patterns are also full of mysterious colors, more like ancient existences scattered in another strange world. [800]

These blood-colored patterns are imprinted on the stone pillars, like ancient totems, reflecting thousands of atmospheres, adding an invisible sacred atmosphere to the hall.

Wang Zhong stood on the passage and stopped moving forward. His eyes passed through the void and looked towards the end of the hall from afar.

At the end, there was a bright red blood-colored divine flame. Below the divine flame was a bone seat. On the seat, there was a blood-colored figure sitting upright, twisting like a divine flame and changing like smoke, making people unable to see its appearance clearly.

Mysterious Hall.

Golden Divine Flame.

Totem stone pillars.

Throne of bones.

Bloody figure.

Such pictures combined together make the entire scene sacred with a mysterious and heart-wrenching color.

Looking at the figure sitting upright on the throne of the bones from afar, although I can't see his face clearly, it makes people feel as if I saw a master with supreme power!

"The matter is done?"

The old and hoarse voice sounded again, conveyed from the Bone Throne at the end of the hall.

"The remaining sacred beast skins have now fallen into the hands of those who responded to the robbery in the era. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have been planted with the 'Holy Witch Forbidden'."

Wang Zhong nodded, and was very far apart, talking to the blood-colored figure sitting upright on the throne of the bones.

He did not move forward any further, as if he was quite afraid, and once he moved forward, he would suffer a murder.

“Not bad, not bad.”

The blood-colored figure exclaimed, "Only you can think of such a strange magic method to use the identity of the Lord of Kunpeng to conceal the mystery of the 'Skin of the Holy Beast'."

Wang Zhong looked unmoved and said, "This is thanks to the descendants of an ancient fungus clan who were following the robbery of the era. Otherwise, he would not be able to open his 'Holy Witch Forbidden'."

"No need to be humble. I will never worry about anything when you do things."

The blood-colored figure became low and she sighed, "I didn't expect that after 36,000 years, you still remember to return from the ancient divine realm this time, which is a bit beyond my expectations."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongran looked up suddenly, and a sneer appeared on his originally indifferent and calm face, saying, "Born as a slave, but never exists when he dies. How dare he not come back if he exists like me!"

The sound was already filled with an incomparable resentment, echoing in this empty hall.

"Don't worry, when this happens, I will not only give you freedom, but also give you the position of the 'Holy King' to sit."

The blood-colored figure was not angry at all.

"oh?"

Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly narrowed and he said coldly, "This is what you said! If you can't do it then, don't blame me for finding the "Holy Spirit" to cooperate! You should be clear that with the means I have, as long as the Holy Spirit is willing, I can support her as the new Holy King!"

"The Holy Spirit... have you found the whereabouts of the Holy Spirit?"

The blood-colored figure seemed a little excited and a little shocked.

"Yes, she has not yet awakened her consciousness and is still stored in the Qiyun furnace. I can even tell you that she has appeared in the ancient divine realm now!"

Wang Zhong spoke coldly, as if his voice was firm and sonorous to prove something.

"hehe."

The blood-colored figure suddenly laughed, "It doesn't mean that it's impossible to awaken. When she awakens, you may be the first person she wants to kill. If I guess well, you have not really obtained the luck furnace she hides, so you can only come back and cooperate with me."

Wang Zhong's face darkened and he fell into silence.

"Okay, if you don't talk about these, our plan is only one step away from being able to proceed smoothly. The promise I made to you back then will never be changed. This position of the Holy King can be handed over to you, but you must also help me embark on the true supreme ultimate realm!"

The blood-colored figure sounded solemn, exuding an unquestionable smell.

"good!"

After a long silence, Wang Zhong finally nodded and spit out a word with his lips.

Seeing this, the blood-colored figure couldn't help laughing, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the hall.

But immediately, his laughter came to an abrupt end.

"wrong!"

The blood-colored figure seemed to have noticed something, and the voice was filled with anger, "The Holy Witch Forbidden has disappeared! Aluye! How dare you deceive me!"

boom!

A terrifying murderous intent spread out from the blood-colored figure, oppressing the entire hall to moan and tremble.

"What?"

Wang Zhong's face changed, "This is impossible! Existences like the realm of the domain masters will definitely not be able to resist the ban of the Holy Witch!"

"But the aura of the Holy Witch Forbidden has indeed disappeared!"

The bloody figure paused word by word, accompanied by the sound, the murderous intent that filled his body was as real as the substance, becoming more and more terrifying.

"Don't you believe me?"

Wang Zhong said sternly, and he felt an incomparable pressure.

"believe."

The blood-colored figure was silent for a moment, and the murderous intent on his body suddenly restrained and disappeared completely.

This made Wang Zhongtan breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression was a little ugly, and he said coldly: "You planted the Holy Witch Ban on the Skin of the Holy Beast. Now that it failed, it was blamed on me. Don't you think this behavior is shameless?"

"Okay, things have happened, so there is no need to mention them."

The blood-colored figure said indifferently, "The Holy Witch's Forbidden Escape, they must have obtained the secret map to the 'Forbidden Tribulation Abyss'. What do you think should you do next?"

Wang Zhong said coldly: "Of course, there is only one who can change the plan!"

As he said that, he turned around and headed to the outside of the hall.

"How do you do it?"

The bloody figure asked.

"Welcome the ghosts you have cultivated together to wait outside the 'Forbidden Tribulation Abyss'."

"Wait for the rabbit?"

"Do you think we can break into the Forbidden Tribulation Abyss like them?"

"Okay, just..."

"Nothing is just, don't forget that only they can open the power of the Forbidden Tribulation Abyss, and only by using their bodies can we break through the barriers of the chaotic remains and no longer be blocked by the power of the heavenly way in this life!"

"Okay! Do everything as you say, but Aliya, I have to warn you that we have been waiting for this opportunity for too long and will never allow any mistakes at the last moment. If it fails..."

"If you fail, I will take my life with you!"
To be continued...