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Chapter 156 Palace Melting · Resurrected Armor

Chen Jing instinctively felt that the figure sitting on the throne was alive, and he even felt that the eyes under the hood were watching him.

But at the moment when he exclaimed.

The golden light emitted by the door key suddenly became dim.

Like a burnt oil lamp, it began to go out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Chen Jing was not swallowed by the darkness in the palace.

Because in the sky.

Or on the ceiling of the palace.

Suddenly, a strangely colored light group appeared.

The colorful halo seems to contain all known colors in the world.

Even in that, Chen Jing saw some incomprehensible things...

colour.

It is a color that has never been seen before and is beyond the scope of human cognition, and cannot be described in words.

Like mist, like liquid.

Under Chen Jing's puzzled eyes, these strange and unspeakable colors began to flow around in the darkness like water.

The bright and colorful halos only reminded Chen Jing of the pictures of astrophotography nebulae he had seen on the Internet.

At the very center of the light cluster, there is a spherical object with a diameter of about 20 meters.

This object looks like it is made of gold, with dozens of gold "star trails" intersecting and surrounding each other, which looks like an ancient armillary sphere.

When Chen Jing saw its appearance clearly, these "star tracks" engraved with totems and mantras were spinning silently, as if they wanted to move the stars dotted on the track to the correct position before they would stop...

now.

A strange halo in the sky has already illuminated the entire palace.

This place is more dilapidated than Chen Jing imagined.

No other decorative objects could be seen in the empty hall, and the throne seemed to be the only "furniture" here.

The ground, the wall.

The main body of the building as far as the eye can see is decayed.

The overall look is not as resplendent as the outside, more like a dead wood or a dull boulder.

The walls of the palace are covered with thorny thorns.

These thorns seemed to be the same type of plant as the thorns on the throne. After withering, they were still twisted ferociously, resembling the tentacles of some terrifying creatures.

Taking advantage of the weird halo in the sky, Chen Jing quickly glanced around the layout of the palace, and finally cast his gaze on the armors on both sides of the throne staircase.

Yes, it should be armor, not a statue.

These armors stand on both sides of the stairs in a standing position, like some kind of decorations, and the shape is very similar to the style of the Middle Ages.

Different from the usual colors.

The overall tone of these ancient armors is dark gold, and the surface is covered with a layer of sticky marks.

The mottled and bright red blood color always gives people a dirty and dirty feeling.

Behind each armor is a broken golden cloak, on which the mark of "Yellow King Totem" can be vaguely seen.

Although they all stood with crossed long swords in both hands, and looked as natural and elegant as a living person, Chen Jing was sure that there was no one inside these armors.

Because under those all-open masks, all you can see is air.

From the initial shock to the present calm.

Chen Jing felt that he could not waste any more time, because Zhao Xuxian and the old man were both outside, and if he went out later, he would probably be able to collect the old man's body.

Although he was also extremely curious about the palace, it was really not a good time to explore it.

"Get out of here first..." Chen Jing murmured anxiously, and took a last look at the figure in yellow robe sitting on the throne.

I have to say that Chen Jing was really taken aback by it before.

But after seeing clearly, his emotions gradually calmed down.

That's not Huang Wang at all.

To be precise, it is not even a person.

It was just a tattered yellow robe filled with air.

I don't know why it stands there.

The torn corners of the clothes would still vibrate slightly with the breeze in the palace, revealing a smell of decay.

Perhaps it was once the robe worn by King Huang.

Chen Jing remembered it clearly.

Every time the Holy Grail of the Yellow King is used, the figure in the ragged yellow robe will appear.

That yellow robe was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

"Crack...knock..."

Suddenly, Chen Jing heard the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

This kind of dull and weird sound was particularly harsh in the empty palace.

Following the sound, I saw that the twelve armors standing side by side on the stairs actually moved!

That's right.

The armor seemed to come to life.

It seems to be a life form beyond the scope of human understanding.

They trembled slightly at first, and then raised their feet extremely stiffly, their movements twisted and weird.

The armor went crookedly down the steps.

It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid.

Chen Jing hardly hesitated, turned around and ran towards the gate of the palace.

However, in the next second, Chen Jing was desperate.

Because he found that he couldn't move his feet at all!
Although the floor tiles laid in the main hall look like a dark golden whole, if you look closely, you can still see subtle splicing gaps.

But now these gaps suddenly began to twist strangely, and the floor tiles melted quickly, like meeting high-temperature butter...

Take Chen Jing's location as the center.

Nearly all the floor tiles within twenty square meters were melted.

The liquid transformed by the melting of the floor tiles was an extremely pure golden color.

Even Chen Jing thought, maybe this is a kind of liquid gold?
flow, surge.

Chen Jing seemed to be standing in a square pool.

At first, the liquid just stuck to Chen Jing's shoes.

But next...

They were like silt in a swamp, constantly dragging Chen Jing down.

At this moment, Chen Jing completely panicked.

Looking at those strange armors walking down the steps step by step, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to run now.

What's more, compared to those ghost things, the golden liquid under the feet is obviously more threatening...

Just a few seconds.

Chen Jing almost sank into the golden swamp with his knees.

deep.

hot.

Under this golden swamp, there seemed to be an invisible furnace burning.

Intuition told him that if he was really dragged into the depths by these weird liquids.

Once they are over the top of the head, maybe...

Clang.

It looked like something metal had fallen to the ground.

Chen Jing hurriedly raised his head, only to see that the armor walking in the front had disintegrated!

Yes.

This kind of self-disintegration caught Chen Jing a little off guard.

Every part of that set of armor was involuntarily detached from the main body, and it fell to the ground with crisp sounds.

As they got closer to Chen Jing, more and more "parts" dropped from them.

There were even a few armors that couldn't hold on halfway, and shattered with a crash, and even the helmets rolled down from the steps.

The armor rolled all the way into the golden liquid and began to sink rapidly.

Twelve armors.

Eleven of them disintegrated in a very short period of time.

At this time, only the one who walked last...

From beginning to end, its parts have never fallen off.

It remained in its original state until it went down the last step, and there was no sign of disintegration or self-disintegration at all.

At this moment, Chen Jing saw a lot of black mist surging out of nowhere in its empty helmet... They were like burning flames, filling the empty armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually.

The armor slowly raised the cross sword in its hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Jing who was constantly falling into the golden swamp.

Under Chen Jing's suspicious eyes.

It speaks.

The hoarse and dull voice carried an endless sense of oppression.

"Bath... the king's blood..."

"Live... come down..."

"prove……"

"You are the descendant of the king..."

(End of this chapter)