Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1646 Blood Falls Long Stairs

The white frost has disappeared, and the mirror-like light is clear.

When Fu Qian was playing with the bell stick in his hand, there was no sound around him.

But at the same time, the mirrors that could be seen seemed to have returned to their original nature, reflecting the true images.

And given the intersection of angles, it seems like many figures are stacked up at a glance.

Especially after Fu Qian finally put away the bell stick and walked forward, the scene was floating and changing like a kaleidoscope.

Of course, these simple visual confusions have no effect on Fu Qian.

What he was more curious about was the shape of the passage itself.

From the invisible road just now to the mirror house at this moment, it can be said that there is a dimensional change to a certain extent.

This invisible palace seems to be becoming more and more real.

I don’t know if it’s because the quantitative change that occurs as one falls deeper that leads to a qualitative change.

It's even getting more lively.

In addition to the mathematical giant just mentioned, Fu Qian thought of the scene when he first stepped into here.

The numerous figures of saints wearing white robes.

People often have inertia of thinking. Referring to the images while walking at this moment, it is easy to understand them as the shadows cast by the giant brother just now.

But what if not?

  According to previous inferences, Brother Juebo should have a very unusual relationship with the tree. What if the figures under the many robes are the same as him?

They were all saints, and at the beginning I was the one being watched?

This is by no means alarmist, but rather comes from good thinking habits and extraordinary insight.

Although it was only a brief glimpse, Fu Qian remembered clearly that not every one of those figures was the same size as Brother Giant.

……

So what did Mr. Huang and his team encounter when they descended to this depth?

It's chaotic and psychedelic, and it's not even a simple passage.

Moving forward in the only direction, Fu Qian even found a long ladder made of mirrors and stepped up without hesitation.

It is almost certain that the purpose of Mr. Huang and his companions' trip is not simple, and judging from the previous inferences, even if they discovered that there is no turning back not too late, all they can do is to bite the bullet and move forward.

Since he had always been approachable, Fu Qian did not feel that the Mirror House, a strange place, was his exclusive place, so he naturally thought about what kind of scene they would encounter if they walked in it.

Will there be saints appearing too?

  One or more?

Whose face will it become?

As the saying goes, as long as you have a strong desire for knowledge, there will definitely be knowledge for you to seek.

With the question mark brewing easily, Fu Qian finally arrived at the bottom of the long ladder without encountering any other obstacles along the way.

And the end of this mirror house.

The lower edge of the gorgeous and spotless staircase was actually built on a rugged rock face.

This is the bottom of a cave, and the Mirror House is connected to the rugged rocks in a rather abrupt manner.

It feels like there is really a huge monster embedded in the mountain pass in a messy and broken way, and it becomes real little by little as you go down.

It's very smooth, but a problem that comes with it is that it's hard to imagine the relationship between this giant creature and the tree.

After all, this place doesn't look suitable for the latter to live in.

How it came out always makes people feel that there are endless mysteries behind it.

While he was thinking, Fu Qian's footsteps had already stepped on the dark blue rock.

"It doesn't look good."

The next moment, looking at the scene in front of him, he uttered a heartfelt exclamation. …

This is no exaggeration.

Regardless of shape or size, it can be seen that this hole is quite consistent in style with those previously on the stone wall.

To a certain extent, it can be proved that we did not pass through the mirror house just now and walked into some other dimension.

But that's exactly the problem.

It's the same place, but this hole goes upwards.

Although the angle is not large and can even be described as gentle, it is undoubtedly pointing firmly upwards.

The rescue team brought the survival experience they had previously summarized and when they arrived at this place and saw such a scene, they probably felt very speechless.

laugh……

With some special subtle sound, Fu Qian wiped his hand on one side of his chest, and it instantly turned red.

Thinking did not delay his actions, and he had already taken several steps forward.

The changes that followed can be said to have successfully proved that the place has not changed.

A wound from the inside out pierced his lungs and even opened his chest at that moment.

The rule that walking upwards will result in being blown to pieces by a sharp blade not only still exists, but it can even lead to a certain conclusion.

That is the punishment for going against the rules, which seems to increase with the status of the person involved.

At least in Fu Qian's opinion, if such a blow were to hit the little girl, the latter would most likely suffer more than just a few drops of blood.

This also means that if a high-level transcendent wants to rely on his own qualities to resist, he cannot last much longer than others.

Of course, that's just normal. For professionals like us, the only problem is that clothes are difficult to wash.

He looked down at the red spot on his chest, feeling regretful, but he didn't stop walking.

At the moment when another flower of blood spurted out, Fu Qian had already turned a corner, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

The scene behind the corner was much grander and more orderly.

But this time it was no longer a mirror, but directly turned into a long walking staircase made of white stones.

The texture is transparent and polished smoothly, and you can even see the texture of flowers and branches on both sides, which is exquisite.

The only problem is that the stairs are also upwards.

The inclination is over sixty, and at a glance there are more than three digits of steps.

Then blood flowed like a waterfall.

That's right, apart from the railings on both sides, the rest of the stairs was completely covered with abnormally bright blood, without a single gap.

It was almost as if an extra thickener was added to the silently flowing blood waterfall. Not only did there not even a ripple on the surface, it was even directly pulled into a mirror surface that was only slightly inferior to the previous one.

This special state spreads from the top all the way down until it merges into a pool that is also as bright as a mirror.

It was indeed a despairing scene. After all, normally, such a height difference would be enough to cause one to die eight or ten times even if the vehicle was in perfect condition.

Fu Qian took two steps forward and shook his head as another streak of blood appeared on his body.

From this perspective, the behavior of the team next door that destroys the natural ecology is completely understandable.

That's right, at this moment, not far to the side where he was standing, more than one person was looking over with doubt and surprise, from a small hole that was obviously not formed naturally.

If there is no way to go, then dig one out. Fu Qian was not surprised at all by this scene.

He never underestimated the human desire to survive.