The road made of huge stones is 30 feet wide, and ten frames can run forward side by side.
However, there are forks on this road.
At this moment, the monk of the death temple headed by Yuanqianmo stopped at a fork and used the source **** crystal to pile up a small three-foot altar.
It is an ordinary source **** crystal, not a superb source **** crystal.
The gray-haired snowy plains, with their hands on their backs, said lightly and calmly: "Imagination, go."
Illusion nodded, walked forward, cut off the wrist, and dripped the blood from the body onto the **** crystal altar.
He is the master of the origin. Even though there is only a semi-sacred practice, the blood still contains pure origin power.
"Wow!"
A blood column emerged from the **** crystal altar and rushed straight up.
The surface of the blood column was shrouded in a layer of light of its origin.
Yuan Qianmo looked in the direction of the blood column's deviation, pointed his finger forward, and said, "Go this way."
He took the lead in walking forward and said, "Ben Ji, put away the altar and clear the marks."
Originally, Silence did not complain, but instead actively agreed: "Four brothers rest assured that there will be no trace left. Other monks would not want to follow this path we have opened up to enter this place."
At the scene, a total of fourteen monks, except for the original silence and illusion, were all self-cultivation.
This is not all the masters of the Temple of Death, but the system of following the original Qianmo.
The reason why he was originally able to become one of them was, of course, because of his blood relationship with Yuanqianmo. Otherwise, where would he be eligible to participate and share the benefits?
Therefore, it is natural for him to do the dirty work.
Huanzhen followed Yuanqian Mo, with regrets, saying, "Master, I blame the disciples for being too low. If the disciples' cultivation can reach the great sacred state, there is no need to build an altar. It can be sensed only by the holy spirit. To the origin of the upright. "
Yuan Qianmo patted his shoulder gently, and said with a gentle smile: "You have done a good job. If it was not for your induction, we are all probably going to the heart of the Temple of Origins at this moment, and we have been turned upside down with all the major forces. It 's hard to say how many origins are upright, but there must be many monks falling there. It 's like now, you can get a copy of upright alone. ”
"What if a disciple feels wrong?" Hyunjin was a little hesitant.
The reason why they came here is that the phantasm sensed that apart from the hinterland of the original temple, there is also a strong original atmosphere here.
Such a strong and pure original breath must be caused by the original mystery.
Originally, I really couldn't be sure, but my master, but seemed to have some information, determined that there must be a lot of original meaning here. So they changed course and came here.
Yuan Qianmo smiled calmly: "Even if it is wrong, it is a mistake for the teacher, and I will bear all the responsibilities. What are you worried about?"
When Hunzhen heard this, she felt relieved and laughed.
The Supreme Saints who followed Yuan Qianmo also laughed.
They follow Yuanqianmo not only because Yuanqianmo ranks first in "God's Book of Volumes" and has a promising future, but also because Yuanqianmo has a strong personality charm and can make people willing to do things for him.
Yuanqian Mo is such a flawless person. He can't find any shortcomings, even more advantages.
Zhang Ruochen and others followed them far behind, passing one after another.
Xue Tu asked curiously, "You say, where are these forks going?"
Night tour master said: "Often where the treasure is hidden, there will be some paths of life and death. If you accidentally choose the wrong path and go to the road of death, I am afraid that ordinary gods will fall."
Blood slaughter: "No! It 's been years since the original temple sank to the bottom of the sea. Even those dead roads that had **** arrays capable of killing the gods, or the god-kill patterns carved by the gods, must now be less powerful, No more power. "
Why did you raise the bar again?
The master of the night tour stared, his eyes flashed coldly, and said, "Would you like to take a walk?"
"Don't make a noise, look ahead." Seven-handed old man said.
The blood slaughter and the night tour master's eyes turned to the past one after another, and then they showed ecstasy.
I saw, at the end of the road, there was a high altar made of huge stones.
The altar was so magnificent that it stretched out dozens of miles from side to side.
Ascending upward, it is probably towering high, and a strange building is faintly visible on the top of the altar. But because the seawater here is too dark, it is difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see the structure of that building with the eyes of truth.
The monk of the Temple of Death has climbed up to the boulder altar.
"Let's keep up, otherwise they'll have to go for the good things!" The master of the night tour was speechless and kept pursing his lips.
At this moment, he completely forgot the word fear.
When they came to the boulder altar, they felt more shocking. The altar is almost like a wall of gods that divides the heavens and the earth. It lasts forever, and it is difficult to corrode it for hundreds of millions of years.
Each boulder is twelve feet tall and twelve feet tall.
On the boulder, there are carved wind, rain, thunder, and electric patterns, and there are various ancient animal figures and portraits that have been blurred. On the pattern, even now, there are still **** lines flowing. It is conceivable how terrible the existence of the **** lines was.
Each step of the boulder altar is twelve feet high, like a straight and neat cliff wall.
Zhang Ruochen and others broke through the **** pattern between the boulder and climbed dozens of steps in a row.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt something, looked up and looked up, his face changed slightly. I saw a cloud of ghosts pressing down from above.
In the ghost cloud, a nine-foot-tall ghost emperor who was three meters and six meters in height, holding a broad sword, slashed straight down.
"Boom."
The hidden array that shrouded Zhang Ruochen and others was broken by a sword like a bubble.
The seven-handed old man quickly mobilized his mental strength, pointed out with one finger, and a finger of fire burst out at his fingertips, hitting the nine emperor ghost emperor. The Jiujian ghost emperor had a block of Hengjian, the broad sword turned into a shield, and his body flew out obliquely, and fell on the boulder platform above the right side of Zhang Ruochen et al. Said to himself: "It's a ghost servant, it seems we have been found!"
The ghost servant of Yuanqianmo, he's seen on Ice King.
Guixiu has survived nine ghost robberies, which is infinite.
At the top, a slightly smiling voice from Yuanqian Mo sounded: "Who followed me sneakily, it turned out to be you Zhang Ruochen. Your courage is not small."
Originally laughed silently: "Since he came to death on his own initiative, he saved us a lot of trouble."
Yuanqian Mo lived in the center, and more than ten other strong men in the Temple of Death lined up. They appeared on the stone steps above Zhang Ruochen and others, and looked down at them.
Tonight I sorted out all kinds of characters and looked through many previous chapters. It was 11 o'clock unknowingly, so it was updated relatively late, and this chapter was only two thousand words.
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