Chapter 1401: The Imperial Palace, the Inner Palace (1/2)
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A mist of consciousness seems to be involved in the endless sea of storms.
There was a hot wave constantly whispering in my ear, and an ancient call seemed to pass through the mountains and rivers, the vast crowd, and finally echoed gently in my mind.
”Chu marks ...”
The erratic voice is strange and misty.
It's like a call from a father, but also mixed with the tenderness of a mother.
”Marker ... wake up soon ...”
The gentle voice is like a warm wind blowing around your ears.
”Mother, is it you?” The blurry, like melting into the fog, could not find the direction.
Then, a majestic voice blew in my head.
”How can my son Chu Chutian be mediocre ...”
mediocre!
Suddenly, as if awake from dreams, Chu Keng, who suddenly opened her eyes, sat up suddenly, followed by a ”hiss ...”, the severe pain in her chest made her body shake.
”I'm not dead yet ...”
Chu Hen covered her chest lightly with one hand, a little chill in her eyes.
The memory before the coma raged immediately, clearly remembering that he was struck into the Emperor Yanjinge River by Helian of the God of War Palace.
When thinking of the last scene, Na Helian's disdainful eyes looked up, and Chu Mark's eyes surged with indifference.
Chu Hen shook his fist, his knuckles made a crisp sound.
As his strength increased, he immediately caused injuries inside his body.
The pain all over the body struck, Chu Chu found that he was already embarrassed, and his clothes were stained with blood red inside and outside.
Lying on his side, the Emperor Yanjinge River not far away was like the styling river leading to hell, exuding a dark and strange breath.
”Where am I?”
Chu marks looked confused.
Gaze glanced at the surrounding environment. The river Di Yanjinge in front of him penetrated the rocky cave, and he could not look to the end.
A dim and overcast overhead, like the chaotic realm that has not been opened up, the layers of emperor Yanjing's ebb and flow over the sky are like a curtain of heaven.
There is no obvious way ahead.
Chu Hen looked back.
A huge step came into view.
The steps are about several thousand layers, and each floor is nearly half a meter high.
Looking up, it is difficult to reach the top.
...
Hesitating for a moment, Chu marks his teeth slowly rising, and then endured the injuries on the body and stepped up the steps.
The cold chill that originated in the slabs of the steps was conveyed along the soles of Chu marks, and the air was filled with a long and dusty atmosphere.
Chu Chen moved forward while mobilizing the healing power of the fairy puppet tree in the mud pill palace to heal the wounds in the body.
The trauma suffered this time is arguably the worst.
When I fell into the Emperor Yanjinge River, I could clearly feel the passing of death.
Except for the heavy shock from He Lian, Di Yan's invasion almost did not tear the marks of Chu.
...
Fortunately, Chu Chen's physical strength is much higher than that of ordinary people. Coupled with the blessing of the power of the two major bloodline boundaries, he regained his life.
Of course, the composition of luck is also a key.
If Chuchen had been soaking in the water, I was afraid that it had already become ashes.
...
On the dim steps, the silhouette of Chu marks is single.
The healing power brought by the fairy tree spirit tree makes it appear a green light outside.
The wounded veins in the body are gradually repaired, and the flow of true strength is obviously smoother.
However, the injury in front of the chest was still releasing pain.
Chuchen gritted his teeth, and his forehead oozed with sweat.
”He Lianqiu ... this account, I will give you back even the most profitable ...”
In the big and empty place, there was only the slow footsteps of Chu marks.
Step by step, step by step.
Time passes by every minute.
The huge steps, like a ladder, gradually looked to the end.
Getting closer.
Behind him grew darker and deeper.
Chu mark is like stepping out of the ancient abyss, climbing to the top step by step.
...
As soon as the last step was reached, Chu Hen's eyes suddenly opened up, and with the faint trembling of the pupils, a magnificent and magnificent palace on the shore took the lead.
”this is……”
The ancient palace exudes astonishing sacred air like a god.
In the sky above the chaotic sky, there seems to be a mysterious Shenghui sprinkle, like a shadow of light springs, and a palace impregnated like a temple.
The gates of the palace were closed.
The stone pillars on both sides of the steps below the door stood side by side, all the way to the ground in front of Chu Hen.
Each stone pillar is as high as a hundred feet high, and it is engraved with tedious and complicated secret patterns, as if it were a masterpiece carefully crafted by ancient artisans.
...
Of course, in front of this awe-inspiring old palace, there are still many corpses lying.
With a lot of caution and awe, Chu Hen approached.
Remains and corpses all around fell to the ground in various postures.