"Storm...Storm Altar finally appeared..." Ling Yun was so excited that she couldn't speak. After all, she was a disciple of the Blood Sect. Her admiration for the Storm Altar was deeply rooted, which was completely a kind of belief.

I opened the sword-do divine eyes and looked underground. The Storm Altar was in the air. There were all chaotic rules below, like dragons raging underground, supporting the entire Storm Altar. It seems that the Storm Altar could never remain in the upper realm for too long, and may soon disappear again and be submerged in the streaming light.

"There is not much time left, so I'm ready to enter the altar."

I whispered, and gently opened my palm, and the sunset gathered into the low fairy bone sword. With a little strength, 3,400 spiritual patterns were activated one after another, and the immortal soldiers immediately burst out with proud glory.

Ling Yun also drew out his long sword and followed me step by step towards the Storm Altar.

On both sides of the entrance of the hall, the black and white Shura Dharma images that were dozens of feet high were still moving, but the look of looking down on the world seemed to have locked Ling Yun and me. They looked at us quietly and did not take action. They seemed to have not yet been destroyed. I could sense that their domineering aura and sharpness, but they did not take action. Could it be that they had agreed to me and Ling Yun and me?

A suspension bridge surrounded by clouds.

Ling Yun and I stepped onto the suspension bridge carefully. When we looked up, we could see a wisp of regular cutting rhythm. We could not fly here, otherwise we would be dismembered soon. Fortunately, we were more disciplined.

"The Storm Altar finally appears!"

In the distance, a familiar voice came from Dong Xinghui. Following him was a group of disciples from the Flying Eagle Palace and the Blood Demon Palace, all of whom had surrendered to the birth of Shura. At this time, Dong Xinghui's eyes glowed and he laughed: "Come on, come and report to Lord Shura immediately. We have discovered the direction of the Storm Altar. The rest of them follow me and enter the Storm Altar to kill two stubborn people!"

"Dong Xinghui, this despicable villain!"

Ling Yun gritted his silver teeth and was about to take action as he held the sword.

"Don't."

I stopped her directly, shook my head and said, "We may not be their move now. Look at Dong Xinghui, his breath has completely changed, completely different from before."

"ah?"

Ling Yun opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes looked deep at Dong Xinghui and others. He found that the spiritual platform of these people was covered with blood clouds. The soul seemed to be in the fire domain, making a trembling howl, but it also became even stronger. There were wisps of demonic flames around him, which was clearly demonized by the black-haired Shura.

At this time, Dong Xinghui's strength has increased by at least twice. Perhaps it is enough to challenge the top twenty of the semi-saint list. In addition to dozens of other people, we will inevitably suffer a great loss when we fight head-on at this time.

"Enter the altar."

I jumped, and my body turned into a flying flame and stepped into the altar along the suspension bridge. Suddenly, the clouds around me dispersed. The layout of the entire altar was very simple. Above the round altar was an arched roof with rich ancient characters engraved. On the ground, there was an altar dozens of feet in the center. There were twelve supported ones around the altar. On the raised round platform, there was a crystal clear crystal soul. The above the crystal soul was nurturing and the light flowed.

"Who dares to trek into Shura Platform?"

A low and ethereal voice sounded. When Ling Yun and I looked up together, we found a cloud of mist scattered in the air, condensed into the image of an old man, with a crutch in our hands, looking dizzy, and my eyes seemed confused, unable to see things clearly, but just tilted my head and judged everything with my ears.

"Who are you?" I asked in a low voice.

"I?"

The old man laughed: "I am a slave."

"servant?"

I frowned and said, "This is the Storm Altar, guarded by the twelve Shuras, and must have a close relationship with the Shura clan. How could you, a human, become a slave to the Storm Altar?"

"Storm Altar?"

The old man was stunned and smiled: "So, the human race in later generations called this place the Storm Altar... Boy, I will tell you that this place is not a Storm Altar, but a Shura Platform, which is where the twelve ancient Shura immortals were willing to fall. Haven't you seen these twelve Shura souls?"

My heart trembled: "You mean... these twelve crystal stones were transformed from the soul of the ancient Shura Immortal?"

"That's right."

The old man's crutch gently knocked on the void, and immediately made a deafening sound, saying, "Someone has entered the Shura Platform again. This year has been really lively."

"Swish swish swish swish swish~~~"

Dong Xinghui and others rushed into the Shura Platform, covered with demonic flames. Dong Xinghui was shocked at first, then pointed at the sword blade and said, "Old guy, who are you?"

"I am a slave!"

"A mere slave, get out! Hand over the treasures from the storm altar!"

"snort!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, saying, "There are so rude to me, I'm so rude to you. Come on, expel them for me!"

"Yes, the Lord of the Altar!"

A storm swirled up in the air, and eight powerful snow spirits holding spears appeared instantly. I was shocked. This slave was amazing. If you can call eight snow spirits, it would be a great existence to put them in the upper realm!

Before Dong Xinghui and others could say anything, they were immediately driven away by the Xuelings. Several demonized disciples were even killed by Xueling with a spear. Soon, a group of people were all driven out of the Shura Platform.

...

“…”

I remained silent. Deep in my heart, a mysterious power in the spiritual ruins sensed a hint of resonance and unconsciously walked towards one of the Shura soul stones. Just as I approached several feet, the surface of the soul stones was rhythmic, and pale chains of rules were sacred and mysterious. With a "swish", a figure soared from the soul stones and condensed in the air. It was the white Shura's appearance.

His eyes were quietly looking at me, and I was quietly looking at him.

Although I didn't say anything, countless pictures passed by in my heart. From the first time I transformed on the pale road, every experience of transformation emerged again. It seemed that he was grabbing the memory in my heart and fully understand everything related to Bai Shura. All I could do was relax and look at him calmly.

In the air, the altar master coughed and said, "Boy, there is such a cause and effect between you and Lord Bai Shura? It's not simple, not simple... I have transformed into Bai Shura so many times, but I can still practice to this level. It's amazing."

I looked straight at Bai Shura, took a deep breath, and said, "Are you still alive? I can feel that despair and fear, which is always lingering in my heart."

The corners of his mouth gently curled up, showing an evil smile, but he didn't say anything.

I frowned and said, "Lin Qianyu and I bathed in the blood pool and finally obtained the Immortal Vein, but this is like a curse. Can you tell me? Why did I choose me?"

He still smiled and remained silent.

"Boy, you don't have to ask."

The altar master's crutch hit the void again and said, "The twelve Shuras have long been destroyed in the dust of time. Now they are just a grain of sand and a bunch of dust, and they have died for tens of thousands of years. No sacred can be reborn. But a wisp of their spiritual consciousness still remains in the Shura Soul Stone, but they can no longer tell you any secrets of the past."

I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. I originally thought that finding the Storm Altar would unlock the truth about the Black and White Shura, but now it's a waste.

"You don't have to be disappointed."

The altar master said lightly: "If you can get here in the dark, this is due to cause and effect. There is a certain connection between you and Bai Shura, which is an opportunity in itself."

Ling Yun, who had been silent for a long time, spoke: "Senior, are you saying that Bu Yixuan can obtain the inheritance of Lord Bai Shura?"

“Inheritance?”

The old master couldn't help laughing, and coughed with a smile, saying, "Where is such a good thing? I said, the twelve Shuras have long been destroyed. After they realized that there was an unsuppressible rule of destruction in their power, they chose to remain silent and die here. Not to mention inheritance techniques, even a hair will not be passed on to later generations. As for this soul, a piece of iron stone, it is useless and cannot be refined. Therefore, there is no inheritance, nor any Shura Heavenly Book."

Ling Yun frowned slightly: "Then do you still say this is an opportunity?"

"Yes, it's indeed an opportunity."

The old master smiled indifferently and said, "I ask how many peerless martial arts there are in the world, how many unparalleled bloodlines there are, how many rare warriors there are, but how many people who truly master the universe will be obsessed with these things outside the body? The real power, existence and the great way of heaven and earth, the rules of the world you can feel, the air you can breathe, and the dew you can contaminate, are the source of strength. The real power must be realized by the heart, not by chance. Boy, what do you think?"

I felt enlightened. After experiencing it carefully, I immediately realized that the rules on the Shura platform were fundamentally different from those in the outside world. They contained a very heavy Shura qi. It was about the heavenly laws of the Shura clan. In fact, the heavenly laws had existed for a long time, but people in the world were too obsessed with the form, thinking that the heavenly laws were just a martial arts and a piece of spiritual jade.

"Senior, can I practice here?" I asked.

The old master smiled slightly: "I protect the Dharma for you."

I immediately sat cross-legged, sat next to the White Shura Soul Stone, and entered a state of selflessness. I began to fit the rules of Shura around me, and I got to know and contact them bit by bit.

Ling Yun was confused, but didn't say much, and immediately knelt down and entered the realm of enlightenment like me. Perhaps her talent is not as good as mine, but as long as she understands some things in the storm altar, these things will be an extraordinary existence when taken out, which is enough to make the four major sects compete for the bloody existence.
Chapter completed!