The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Here is a stepped stone platform.

Chen Jing is at the bottom of the stairs.

Look up along the light of the door key.

The further up you go.

The range that the light can illuminate is more limited.

But Chen Jing could still barely see...

On the high platform.

There is a throne made of dead branches and boulders.

Twisted and pointed dead branches, mixed with thorny thorns, tightly wrapped around the stone back of the throne.

now.

A thin and withered figure wearing a ragged yellow robe sat on the throne.

In that slightly drooped hood.

It's like a dark nothingness.

"You are... King Huang?!"

Chapter 155: Palace Melts and 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 the moment he exclaimed.

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

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

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

Because it's in the sky.

Or on the ceiling of the palace.

Suddenly a strangely colored light group appeared.

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

Even in it, Chen Jing saw something that he couldn't understand...

colour.

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

Like mist, like liquid.

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

The bright and colorful halo reminded Chen Jing of those astronomical nebula pictures he had seen on the Internet.

In the very center of the light group, there is a spherical object about twenty meters in diameter.

This object looks like it is made of gold, with dozens of golden "star trails" intersecting and surrounding each other, and it 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 tracks to the correct position before they would stop...

now.

A strange halo of light in the sky has illuminated the entire palace.

This place is more decayed and dilapidated than Chen Jing imagined.

There are no other decorative objects in the empty hall, and the throne seems to be the only "furniture" here.

Floor, wall.

Every building as far as the eye can see is in decay.

The overall appearance is not as magnificent as the outside, more like it has been decayed into dead wood or dark-colored boulders.

The walls of the palace are covered with thorny thorns.

These thorns seemed to be the same type of plants as the thorns on the throne. They were still ferocious and twisted after withering, resembling the tentacles of some terrifying creature.

Taking advantage of the strange light in the sky, Chen Jing quickly scanned the layout of the palace, and finally focused on the armors on both sides of the throne stairs.

Yes, it should be armor, not a statue.

These armors stand on both sides of the stairs in a standing posture, like some kind of decoration, and their shape is very similar to the medieval style.

Different colors than usual.

These ancient armors are all made of dark gold as the main tone, and the surface is also covered with a sticky mark.

The mottled and bright red blood always looks dirty and dirty.

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

Although they all stood with cross swords in both hands, looking natural and elegant like living people, Chen Jing was sure that there was no one inside these armors.

Because under those masks that were all open, all that could be seen was air.

From initial shock to now peace.

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

Although he was extremely curious about this palace, it was really not a good time to explore right now.

"Leave here first..." Chen Jing murmured anxiously, taking one last look at the yellow-robed figure sitting on the throne.

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

But after seeing it clearly, his emotions slowly calmed down.

That's not King Huang at all.

To be precise, not even a person.

It was just a ragged yellow robe filled with air.

I don’t know why it stood there.

The torn clothes will tremble gently with the breeze in the palace, giving off a smell of decay.

Perhaps it was once the robe worn by the Yellow King.

Chen Jing remembers it very clearly.

Every time the Yellow King's Holy Grail is used, the figure wearing a ragged yellow robe will appear.

That yellow robe is exactly the same as the one in front of me.

"Ka... Ka..."

Suddenly, Chen Jing heard a sound of metal friction.

This slightly dull and strange sound seemed particularly harsh in the empty palace.

Xun Sheng looked around and saw that the twelve armors standing in rows on the stairs had moved!

That's right.

Those armors seemed to come alive.

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 walked down the steps crookedly.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.

Without any hesitation, Chen Jing turned around and ran towards the palace gate.

However, in the next second, Chen Jing became 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 tiny splicing gaps.

But now these gaps suddenly began to twist strangely, and the floor tiles melted rapidly, like butter at high temperatures...

Centered on Chen Jing's location.

Almost all the floor tiles within twenty square meters nearby were melted.

The liquid formed by melting the floor tiles presents an extremely pure golden color.

Even Chen Jing felt that maybe this was 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 mud in a swamp, constantly dragging Chen Jing down.

At this moment, Chen Jing was completely panicked.

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

What's more, compared to those ghosts, the golden liquid under your feet is obviously a greater threat...

Just a few seconds.

Chen Jing's knees almost sank into this golden swamp.

Deep.

Hot.

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

His intuition told him that if he was really dragged into the depths by these strange liquids.

Once they are above your head, maybe...

There was a clang.

It seemed like some metal object fell to the ground.

Chen Jing hurriedly looked up and saw that the armor walking in the front had disintegrated!

Yes.

This change of self-disintegration caught Chen Jing off guard.

Every part of the armor was involuntarily separated from the main body and fell to the ground with crisp sounds.

As they get closer to Chen Jing, more and more "parts" fall off their bodies.

Some of the armors could no longer hold up in the middle of the process, they shattered with a crash, and even their helmets rolled down the steps.

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

Twelve armors.

Eleven of them disintegrated one after another in a very short period of time.

At this time, only the one walking at the back is left...

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

Until it went down the last step, it remained in its original state, showing no signs of falling apart and self-disintegration.

At this moment, Chen Jing saw that in its empty helmet, a lot of black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air... 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 his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Jing, who was sinking into the golden swamp.

In Chen Jing's doubtful eyes.