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Chapter 802 The Remains of Fumo (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

The white jade steps under his feet seemed to be carved out directly on a cliff.

Thousands of iron locks are deeply embedded in the cliff under the cliff.

Below is an abyss of unknown depth, and a great river with no end in sight.

It's just that the thousands of coffins hanging on the river are at least a thousand feet away from him.

A layer of mist covered the thousand coffins, even with his eyesight, he couldn't see through it completely.

Only a few of the coffins could be vaguely seen, and a few figures seemed to be sitting cross-legged.

It was hard for Jiang Zhou to imagine that there would be such a strange terrain underground.

Out of caution, he didn't dare to go directly to check.

Instead, he turned around here, looking around, not letting go of every corner.

It's just that there was no surprise in the result. This place didn't look like a mausoleum at all, it was empty.

No, it cannot be said that there is nothing.

This white jade stone step itself is a somewhat abrupt existence.

Jiang Zhou couldn't figure it out, what's the point of this thing appearing here?
Are such magnificent and magnificent stone steps just for placing the thousand coffins?
Is this the custom of offering sacrifices to people?

The exploration of the mausoleum seemed to stop there, and Jiang Zhou was a little unwilling.

Although he has gained a lot of benefits, the results are far from what he expected.

Returning to the top of the white jade stone steps, he probed down, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the stick-shaped Dragon Escape Stake.

Then jump.

Just now when he jumped out of the white jade steps, Jiang Zhou's expression changed drastically.

The sudden gravity caused his body to fall at a speed of a hundred times in an instant.

Even though the abyss was far deeper than he had imagined, it fell nearly half of the white distance in an instant.

And the falling speed is still multiplying.

Jiang Zhou was a little skeptical. If he really allowed himself to fall like this, even with his tyrannical body, it would be difficult for him to fall completely.

Moreover, no one knows what is so mysterious about the big river below.

Fortunately, he was prepared for it, but in a moment of shock, he reversed the dragon escape stake in his hand and inserted it horizontally into a keyhole of the iron lock closest to him.

"Dang bang!"

When the two phases came into contact, there was an extremely crisp sound.

The dragon-chasing stake was firmly stuck in the keyhole.

"Crack!"

Jiang Zhou's expression changed slightly.

Naturally, the Dunlong stake was unbreakable, but the huge inertia made his arms make the sound of bone dislocation, and half of his body felt numb and painful instantly.

It was also fortunate that he was using the Dunlong Stake, if it was replaced with ordinary things, even the Ice Soul Sword, it might not be able to withstand such a huge force.

If ordinary people don't notice, if they leave the white jade steps and want to come down, they will definitely fall to their bones.

This is obviously not normal.

He just fell "naturally". How could he have such force at such a small distance?
Not only is this force weird, but the iron locks that hang the coffin are obviously not ordinary things.

After colliding with the Dunlong Stake like this, it didn't even lose half a point.

And the abrupt white jade steps are also abnormal.

Standing on the stone steps, I can't feel any abnormality.

If you step out of the stone steps, you will be dominated by this huge force.

There weren't many things here, but everything he saw was extremely weird.

Jiang Zhou's thoughts turned sharply. Now that he had come down, he didn't hesitate much.

Pulling out the dragon-shattering stake, the figure fell rapidly, and it was inserted into the keyhole in an instant.

After repeating it several times, he reached the end of the iron lock—on top of a coffin.

The coffin was tightly wound several times by iron locks and hung above the river.

The coffin is more than ten feet long and three feet wide.

It is only a few feet away from the yellow and turbid river below.

From time to time, when the big river surges, it can hit the coffin.

But it is also strange.

Clearly the turbid waves could submerge the coffin, but never hit the coffin.

Not even a drop of water was splashed.

But Jiang Zhou could clearly see that there was nothing blocking the muddy water.

When Lang Tao called, it was only by accident that he missed the coffin.

Every drop of water just avoided the coffin.

This is simply impossible.

Even just once, it can't be by chance.

This is water, pervasive water.

When a wave comes over, thousands of water droplets splash, and none of them touch it. How small is the probability?
What's more, on the big river, there is mist, and there is still not a drop of moisture on the coffin.

Jiang Zhou suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked to the other side of the coffin.

There was a figure sitting cross-legged.

This coffin, and the coffins closest to it, are where he saw a figure sitting cross-legged.

Jiang Zhou stood up carefully from the coffin.

He had to be careful.

The closer he was to the big river, the greater the gravity he felt.

Standing on this coffin, he already felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. He almost used all his strength in every step, and walked staggeringly.

Before gaining the supernatural power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, he probably wouldn't be able to move around here at all.

Walking carefully on the coffin step by step, Jiang Zhou was sweating profusely after only a short distance of ten or so steps.

In terms of his state of Taoism at this time, it is simply unbelievable.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the person sitting on the coffin.

"Su Jingsi?"

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but whispered.

This man was extremely tall, even though he was sitting cross-legged, it was still as high as his chest.

Wearing a black armor and black helmet.

What was exposed under the armor was obviously Su Jingsi's black attire.

With his hands on his knees, a long black iron spear of Zhang Xu was pressed across.

This armor...

Jiang Zhou looked familiar, and after a little thought, he remembered that he had seen it in a painting by Su Jingsi.

General Fumo!
On the Baijie Hall of Sujing Division in Jiangdu, there are portraits of the great generals who subdue demons in the past dynasties.

The armor of every demon general is unique.

The person in front of him is one of them.

General Changping!
The great general who died more than 200 years ago.

Speaking of this General Chang Ping, he once saw a big gun called Chang Ping's leftover gun in the Linglong Treasure Building in the mountains.

At that time, it was still a little strange, how could the gun left by the majestic General Fumo fall into the hands of others, and was even taken out for sale.

Now it seems that [-]% of them are fakes.

That gun is clearly here.

Of course, if the person in front of him is really General Chang Ping.

How could this be?
How could the majestic General Fumo die in this ghostly place?

and……

As the saying goes, the death of a tiger still exists.

What's more, it's the existence of such a sanctified body as General Fumo?
Even if he died for more than [-] years, his body should not be like the corpse in front of him, with no breath at all, just like an ordinary mortal body.

Really Changping?
The corpse was facing away from him, and Jiang Zhou couldn't help poking his neck out, trying to get over the corpse's head and see his face clearly.

Unexpectedly, I saw a pair of skeletal bones.

Two pitch-black eye holes seemed to be staring straight at him...

(End of this chapter)