Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1190 The Frozen Throne! (2)
"What a nuisance."

Xiao BuDian looked at the backs of the few people who had left, and it crouched alone on the leaves, looking a little bleak for no reason.

Then it buried its head in the ancient bodhi tree, the shadow of the tree rustled for a while, and soon became quiet.

"That should be a very important hall in front." Ling Wushuang raised his eyes and looked at the ancient palace they went straight to. The [-]-level Conferred God Road gradually climbed up from this height, "Let's go up and have a look. We should be able to find some clues."

At the bottom, two giant dragons carved out of bluestone are about three or four feet long, entrenched on both sides, with their heads held high and their scales stacked on top of each other. Even though they are covered with heavy dust, they still don't see their majestic posture.

In ancient times, the guardian beasts in front of the palace were also very particular.

If it is Nanyu, Lingdao and other families, most of them are used, Xiangyun ancient crane, ji, 梼杌, these barbaric beasts, but they are the only gods, guarded by heavenly dragons, with majesty on both sides, implying to command the heroes!

The structure of the ancient temple is not the splendor and splendor that Ling Wushuang had imagined before, but a truly natural majesty, with the potential to overlook the world and the majesty of the universe. The historical background contained in this magnificence is also It is completely incomparable elsewhere.

Yun Muchen nodded, and followed Ling Wushuang's eyes to look forward, "At the end of Fengshen Road is the Central Temple, which is equivalent to our Tianshui Pavilion in Nanyu. This deity is known in some ancient books, and it is a symbol of the gods. It is a place of authority, but it is not known whether the altar is in this position."

During Yun Muchen's slow narration, Lou Junyan walked up the road of conferring gods step by step, with a cold and inexplicable expression on his face.

"The Immemorial Temple really lives up to its reputation." Looking at the surrounding scene, Daohe stopped taking a step, and kept expressing emotion in his mouth, "However, the huge ancient temple is now deserted."

Lou Junyan stepped forward with his long boots and climbed to the top in one step.

The long red, dark and intertwined hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, and was suddenly swept up by the breeze. The scattered hair on his forehead reflected light and shadow on his sharp-edged handsome face. At this time, he seemed to be in the ancient times. The return of the King of Royal Heroes!
"Jun Yan?" Ling Wushuang, who was walking in front, turned his head and called out to the man who had been standing in front of the central temple.

Lou Junyan raised his eyes to meet Ling Wushuang's questioning eyes, smiled at her, and walked away calmly, "Let's go in and have a look."

Fengshen Road looks up, and at the end, thousands of dragon stone pillars support the central temple. Hundreds of tall doors are connected in a straight line, but they are wide open. It was a dilapidated and desolate scene, and the sky was even covered with cobwebs.

When the four of them walked into it, it was like a few small black dots floating on the sea, and their shaking shadows could be vaguely reflected on the dusty ground, which could be inferred from the scene of the past.

The Panlong pillars on both sides, like the most loyal guardians, have been leading into the main hall, and the throne on one side is placed in the middle of more than ten steps of jade steps, as if born out of nowhere, leaping into the eyes of several people, which is extremely eye-catching.

"Huh..." Ling Wushuang stepped forward, and was also the first to be attracted by the throne that rushed into his eyes, and made a slightly surprised voice, "Have you noticed that this throne is a bit strange."

It is not resplendent and magnificent, nor is it the same black and gray color as this ancient temple. Although it is stained with dust and some spider webs, it can still be seen that it is a kind of icy color like ice, which is extraordinary and ordinary. There are no carvings, not even the most basic decorative lines, but at this moment, it seems like a dying hero king, standing on the top of the sky and looking at the world for the last time.

Yun Muchen and Daohe looked at each other silently, and they both pursed their lips in silence.

When Ling Wushuang was speaking, Lou Junyan had already stood still on the side of the throne, stretched out his well-defined hands, and slid gently over the armrest of the throne, where a snow-white fingerprint suddenly appeared, the color of ice soul Still eye-catching.

"There are indeed some strange things." Lou Junyan rolled his eyes at his dusty fingertips, and said the same thing.

Ling Wushuang clicked her tongue, and when she looked elsewhere to see if she could find anything, she saw Yun Muchen and Daohe staring closely at the throne with unpredictable and strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Ling Wushuang was a little surprised.

Yun Muchen's gray brows were directly twisted into a straight line, and his way and demeanor were extremely serious. The state of the two made Ling Wushuang have to be paranoid, and his expressions became serious when he stared at them, "Old man, do you have any questions?" What discovery?"

As he spoke, Ling Wushuang turned his head to look at the throne again.

Yun Muchen pursed his lips hard, and trembled with his gray beard like withered grass. After hearing Ling Wushuang's pressing question, he quickly exchanged a look with Daohe beside him, After being silent for a long while, he heard him say slowly, "This throne does indeed have a great background."

"What is it?" Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows.

The king's throne of the Protoss would definitely not be set up casually, and it must be carved out of treasures from heaven and earth, but the throne is not so big that old man Yun can feel so moved.

"Wushuang, you don't know something." Daohe said with an extremely serious expression.

"Let's hear it." Lou Junyan stepped down step by step with the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and seemed to be a little interested, and his casual and lazy posture seemed to be that everything around him was his master. Things, so natural, without any sense of abrupt disobedience.

"Forget it." Yun Muchen sighed silently, as if he had made some decision, while speaking, that immortal body slowly moved forward, seeing him looking up at the highest throne, he asked back, "Should you know that in ancient times, the Great Desolation Bell that killed the Emperor and God King was made after the Primordial Supreme Treasure?"

Ling Wushuang hummed, "I heard something."

After pondering for a while, she said again, "But what does this have to do with the throne of the Protoss?" Ling Wushuang was puzzled, and looked at Lou Junyan who had returned to her side in puzzlement.

This little old man has always been tight-lipped about the news of the last primordial treasure, could it be that he is finally willing to reveal it to them now?Also because of the Great Desolation Clock, she has been inferring that the upcoming treasure should be a kind of ancient clock, but looking at the current situation, something seems wrong.

Ling Wushuang's clear eyes suddenly lit up, and before she could speak, Yun Muchen's deep voice followed, "That's right, the Great Wilderness Clock is indeed made after that supreme treasure." Turn, "However, it imitates momentum."

"Potential?" Ling Wushuang seemed to understand.

Lou Junyan's eyes returned to the throne, and he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)