Versatile Mage: Ancient God Supreme

The wind of the dark death sickle flew past ten majestic and magnificent dragon bridges of life and death, and there was darkness at the end of the bridge.

Fang Gu has already told the five people about the Bridge of Nine Deaths. The best way is to go their own way, so that there is still a 1/2 chance of seeing the Blood Sacrifice Throne! !

But the price is that only one person will step into the bridge of life!

"It's okay, it's up to me."

Ye Wuxin chuckled and suddenly broke the strange silence.

[Fire of the Abyss·Burning Legion]

The intertwined constellations of abyssal black and forest white gradually form the shape of a flower of delusion. The fire of the abyss is like a lamp in the dark night, illuminating and communicating with the creatures in the abyss dimension.

The Burning Legion is one of the ten major legions in the abyss dimension. It is a powerful legion under the command of Lord Hellfire. The strength of each Burning Warrior is at the leadership level.

But this time Ye Wuxin summoned only warrior-level secondary legion soldiers. He summoned ten of them in total and asked them to explore the way first.

In this way, he can judge which road is the road to life, and this is not a bridge of nine deaths and one life. It is obviously a bridge of ten deaths and no life. He does not think that the owner of the Blood Sacrifice Throne will be easy to talk to!

"Is this an undead creature? You are also an undead mage!"

Fang Gu looked at Ye Wuxin in shock.

He also awakened the necromancy system, so he knew how rare the necromancy system was in Donghuang, and he never expected to meet a necromancer mage at this moment!

And seeing that Ye Wuxin easily summoned ten warrior-level undead, he knew that his cultivation level must be stronger than his own.

"Go."

Ye Wuxin gave orders to the ten burning warriors.

And ten humanoid creatures wearing heavy armor and surrounded by bloody flames stepped into the ten dragon bridges without hesitation.

The moment they stepped onto the bridge, the ten Burning Warriors suddenly disappeared. It must have been the chaos method left by the ancient king that blocked their sight.

[Listening and Observation]

Ye Wuxin immediately used Baize Emperor's sublimation ability, and his listening talent had already advanced when he reached the fourth level of the Mythical Sequence.

[Deep Vision] allowed Ye Wuxin to temporarily obtain Bai Ze's eyes, allowing him to see clearly the essence of everything in the world.

In his field of vision, the ten ancient dragon bridges were rapidly changing, among which nine Burning Warriors returned.

But there was also a Burning Warrior who saw the legendary Throne of Blood Sacrifice.

The Bridge of Nine Deaths gradually stopped changing, and Ye Wuxin had already found the so-called way to survive.

"Okay, I know which bridge is the bridge."

Ye Wuxin showed a confident smile. It didn't matter that Emperor Renshi's magical attainments were as high as the sky. Bai Ze's eyes could see directly into the essence of everything in the world!

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou believed in him 100%. As for Su Xiaoluo, she had no opinion and would do whatever others said.

Only Fang Gu still retains doubts about Ye Wuxin. After all, he knows how dangerous the bridge of nine deaths is. Has Ye Wuxin really found a way to survive? ? ?

Before he could think about it, Ye Wuxin had already stepped onto the ancient dragon bridge he had chosen, and the other three followed closely. Fang Gu gritted his teeth. He was going to die anyway, so it didn't matter.

After stepping on the bridge, the other nine dragon arch bridges with arrogant teeth and claws were gradually shrouded in darkness. There is only one real bridge, and that is the one under your feet!

The altar is at the end of the bridge, and Ye Wuxin has already sensed that in that direction, there is a powerful creature that can shock the entire magical world! ! !

Thick blood spurted out from the giant dragon's head, hanging down like silk and turning into a sky-like bloody waterfall, making a thunderous roar!

Ye Wuxin took the lead. He felt the aura of destiny. As he walked up the stone stairs, the entire altar began to shrink in layers, becoming narrower as he went up. Gradually, it reached the point where people could step across it in one step.

The Blood Sacrifice Throne is only one step away from them.

When she climbed to the top of the stairs, Su Xiaoluo was extremely tired. After all, she was just an ordinary person.

Everyone looked forward and found a strange altar full of white jade, and in the center of the altar was a huge blood-red jade.

The blood-red jadeite is crystal clear, as if there is blood flowing inside, and at the same time it has sharp edges and corners, like a majestic throne composed of countless soldiers.

There is only an old armor robe placed on the imposing throne. The armor robe is embroidered with three thousand black dragons. It is the excitement of the years and the cold light of history.

Anyone who sees this extremely domineering armor can't help but feel shocked. A monarch who has been dead for more than two thousand years makes a few people living in this world tremble with fear.

Except for Ye Wuxin, the majesty of the Emperor would not shock him to a low-dimensional king.

In the dimension where the ancient gods lived, there was also a First Emperor, who once defeated the ancient god Zun as a human, and later he also transformed into the ancient god Emperor Zun.

"There is no smell of the undead here."

Ye Wuxin's [cave] was not closed, so he understood what was going on when he saw the black dragon armor robe and the blood sacrifice throne.

The First Emperor was so talented and arrogant, how could he allow himself to become an ugly undead? The person who commanded the undead was never really him, but the demonic consciousness born from the black dragon armor fused with Ying Zheng's dead body.

To put it simply, a new consciousness was born from Ying Zheng's body. After inheriting Ying Zheng's memory, he mistakenly thought that he was the eternal emperor who swept the six demon kingdoms! ! !

"It's pretty much what I guessed. The First Emperor actually died in a world more than two thousand years ago."

Ye Wuxin took a deep breath and said: "The ancient king who has ruled the kingdom of death for so many years is actually a new consciousness born from Ying Zheng's dead body. It inherited Ying Zheng's memory, strength and violence!!"

"Whoever can put on that armor can inherit the terrifying power of the ancient king and its kingdom of death."

"There must be a price."

Since Mo Fan experienced demon transformation, he has an inexplicable filter on these powerful forces.

"really."

Ye Wuxin said: "If you are not strong enough, your life will be sucked away by this armor. After all, there is no free lunch in this world!"

"All gifts from fate have their prices secretly marked as early as possible!!"

"But what's the point of being here if we don't have anything to wear."

Fang Gu said somewhat unwillingly.

"So, we have to find the strongest one among us to wear the armor, and that is undoubtedly me."

Ye Wuxin strode forward and said.

"Don't worry, brother, there must be other ways."

Mo Fan said suddenly.

He borrowed and repaid. He almost died just by borrowing the power of the devil. He didn't dare to think about the consequences of borrowing the power of the ancient king.

"There may be a way, but what we lack at the moment is not the way, but time."

Ye Wuxin smiled calmly: "Besides, I am not defenseless."

[Stance of Ancient God·Netherworld Emperor]