Chapter seven hundred and seventy third medium altar
Two days later, in the center of a huge, cold cemetery, scattered bones and rotten corpses of various creatures were scattered on the ground. It stretched for an unknown number of miles, but they were all neatly swept away to a distance of 5,000 feet, forming a huge circle.
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On the dark black ground in the center, a huge altar with a height of more than ten feet was erected.
The golden iron-wood frame beneath the altar alone is three feet high. There are three large cauldrons placed side by side on it. The pale green sacrificial fire burns more than ten feet high. Each one is about ten feet thick. Looking from a distance, it looks like three cauldrons.
Green pillar of fire.
More than a dozen monks stood next to the altar. Most of the monks held bags in their hands, and used their spiritual thoughts to grab a lot of ghosts and other spiritual bodies from them, and threw them into the three cauldrons.
Those ghosts are much more powerful than the similar ones at the altar in the dark forest. They all show their teeth and claws, and are terrifying and ferocious. They exude a cold and powerful aura. Even if they are caught by the monks, they are still struggling to fight back with all their strength.
Some ghosts can even emit sonic attacks and illusions that appear to be real, making the area around the altar dense and dense. All kinds of horrific scenes are mixed together, making them look indescribably weird.
However, the monks who caught them were obviously more powerful. Each of them was at the fourth level of psychic realm. They had indifferent expressions. No matter how arrogant the ghosts were, they were eventually suppressed by them with their spiritual thoughts and tragically thrown into the altar.
The nourishment delivered by the power of sacrifice.
There are many ghosts that are extremely resentful, with endless evil spirits and bloody auras. They are obviously beings who were killed alive. They cannot be freed even after death, but become even more tragic sacrifices.
A few feet behind the three sacrificial cauldrons is a huge jade wall that is ten feet high and wide.
This jade wall seems to be hewn from a single piece of jade. It is snow-white and warm, reflecting a faint white luster in the dark night. There is no flaw at all, and it is a fine piece of magatama.
An old man with wrinkles on his face was using his hand as a pen to write all kinds of weird runes on the snow-white jade wall.
He wrote extremely seriously and carefully, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which seemed to be quite strenuous.
Next to him, stood a young man with a respectful expression, holding a silver basin in his hands, which was filled with a red liquid as thick as blood. He provided paint, pen and ink for the old man.
This blood-red pen and ink paint was still dripping with blood when it was first written, but as each rune was completed, it immediately became dark, then shimmered, and emitted a strange brilliance.
As more and more runes are written, the entire jade wall seems to be undergoing strange changes. Those runes seem to flow and change from time to time.
With these changes, the ghosts who were thrown into the cauldron seemed to become more and more painful, screaming desperately but unable to make any sound, and could only sink and lose themselves in the fire.
There are also three middle-aged monks, who are constantly pulling out spells in their hands and muttering words. They are blessing the jade wall with inexplicable power.
The whole scene seemed eerie, dignified, and very strange.
Finally, the runes were smeared on the last corner of the jade wall, and the wrinkled old man breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped moving and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, completely ignoring the blood on his fingers.
All over the face.
"Congratulations to Elder Fang for completing another altar." The young man holding the blood basin said with a smile.
Elder Fang raised his dimmed eyes, but there was no look of joy on his face. Instead, he sighed: "Completing three medium-sized altars in ten days also consumed most of my energy. If I write like this
If I go down, it will really kill me."
He turned around and stared at the three huge cauldrons burning straight green flames.
As the runes on the jade wall were completed, the green flames in the three cauldrons also changed, completely intersecting and spiraling like a knot into an extremely thick green pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky.
At this time, the three middle-aged monks who were holding magic spells also stopped moving and silently walked to stand behind Elder Fang.
"You are old and strong." The young man holding the blood basin said respectfully, "Among all the fifth-level elders of our Zhenhaiyuan family, you are the fastest in building altars. When all three hundred and sixty-one medium-sized altars are completed,
, our Blood Branch will definitely be personally rewarded by our ancestor."
Elder Fang showed a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, and said calmly: "I hope so. In fact, I would rather not build this myself..."
When he said this, he suddenly realized something. He didn't say any more and just shook his head.
The young man didn't notice anything strange about him. He just looked at the increasingly blazing flames of the altar with excitement, and said in a daze: "Elder Fang, you said that when all the altars are completed, you will really be summoned from another world."
Get out of there..."
"Shut up!" Elder Fang suddenly interrupted him sternly, "Can you even say this?"
The young man was so startled that he even dropped the blood basin in his hand and dropped it to the ground. There was a clang and blood splashed out everywhere.
His face was pale, and he even knelt on the ground in desperation: "Elder Fang, please forgive me. I just said something out of the blue for a moment, and it was definitely not intentional."
Elder Fang's expression softened slightly: "Get up. Remember, your task is only to assist me in building the altar. As for the role of the altar, let alone you, even me..."
When he said this, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore. He stared straight ahead and his face became shocked.
An old man with blood-colored eyes walked slowly towards the altar with a smile. The Yin Qi in the cemetery was led by his breath and turned into countless cyclones.
A half-life ghost gradually emerged from the center of each cyclone. When it approached the old man with blood-colored eyes, it immediately disappeared as if it was being attracted.
"Who is it? This is the altar of the Zhenhaiyuan family. Fellow Taoist, please stop." Before Elder Fang could speak, a monk had already noticed something was wrong. Two fourth-level supernatural power monks immediately surrounded him and shouted in a deep voice.
This old man was quite strange. When he came to the altar, no one could notice him. Therefore, the two fourth-level magical monks spoke more restrainedly. If they had noticed that the other party's cultivation level was lower than theirs, they would have killed him long ago.
The old man with blood-red eyes chuckled and kept walking: "I, the Bloody True Son, are in urgent need of powerful souls. I would also like to ask all fellow Taoists to make it easier. Forge a good relationship. What you take today will be returned twice as much in the future."
Everyone suddenly changed their colors. The old man said it politely, but in fact he came to rob them. Those ghosts were extremely precious sacrifices, which everyone had collected with great effort. If they were given to the old man, what could they use to support the altar?
"Seeking death!" The two monks with the fourth level of supernatural power shouted loudly, and several extremely fierce thunderbolts flashed in the air and struck down hard on the old man.
Most of the monks from the original family have experienced life-and-death fights. They have good eyesight. Seeing that this old man dared to break into the medium altar alone, he must be a person with strong cultivation, so he went all out to attack.
Xue Zhenzi's smile did not change and he continued to move forward. His speed was not very fast, but he passed the bodies of two fourth-level magical monks just before those thunderbolts struck down.
Boom! The thunder struck out of the air. It suddenly disappeared without leaving any trace on the ground.
The two fourth-level magical monks still maintained their original attacking posture, their bodies stiff and motionless. When Xue Zhenzi walked by, their bodies suddenly became lighter, very light, and then disappeared.
There is no trace of them in this world anymore.
Xue Zhenzi grasped it slightly, and there were two more bags in his hand, which belonged to the two fourth-level magical monks. He put them in front of his eyes, looked at them, and said with a smile: "It's a good spirit storage bag, and there are so many in it."
Yinhun, the quality is very good."
Everyone was shocked and angry when they saw that two powerful men with the fourth level of magical power disappeared from the world without even moving a hand.
Elder Fang's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone, run away."
He suddenly slapped the young man next to him hard and hit him hard on the back.
The young man was at a loss when he suddenly flew up like a cloud and mist, and in the blink of an eye, he was already submerged in the clouds hundreds of feet away.
The other fourth-level magical monks all reacted very quickly. They immediately set up their escape lights and flew in different directions in a tacit understanding, distracting the enemy's attention to the maximum extent.
Elder Fang roared and rushed towards Xia Chen fiercely.
In the air, his body suddenly grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he had turned into a giant several feet tall. His skinny and thin body was like an inflated balloon, spanning a small area of the sky, with boundless power and power.
He stamped his feet hard towards Xue Zhenzi.
This kick completely locked the space within a radius of tens of feet. No matter where Makoto Wuhu fled, it was impossible to escape his attack, buying the maximum time for his companions to escape.
Xue Zhenzi's footsteps still didn't stop, the smile on his face remained the same, and he didn't even make any reaction.
Elder Fang's eyes suddenly blurred, and he felt that there was no longer the Bloody Son, or even the earth, under his feet, but a dark void. He was involuntarily falling downwards, but he could not control his body at all.
All five senses disappeared in an instant, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, nothing could be touched, nothing tangible, no taste, nothing...
Only the feeling of loneliness, coldness, despair, and eternity came, like a needle, piercing the protection of his consciousness.
Elder Fang couldn't help but scream loudly, feeling that he was about to collapse. He forcefully tried to use the method of tranquility to get himself into trance, but he couldn't become as calm as water.
Those negative emotions poured into his heart like a tide, and they continued in his mind endlessly, until his eyes went black and he finally knew nothing.
The young man was hiding in the clouds, not daring to move. He covered his mouth, lest he let out any breath, but watched in horror as Xue Zhenzi stepped over the motionless Elder Fang.
Xue Zhenzi stretched out his hand and a blood hole appeared between Elder Fang's eyebrows. The golden elixir in his belly burst out of his body and fell into Xue Zhenzi's hand.
Those flying escaping lights, no matter how far they flew, were like annihilated candles, annihilated one after another, and just like the two fourth-level magical monks before, they evaporated directly into this world.
Only the storage bags and spirit storage bags on their waists flew towards the altar out of thin air, and were caught by Xue Zhenzi in his hands.
Soon, only Xue Zhenzi was left in front of the altar.
He slowly climbed onto the wooden frame and stared at the condensed green flames. Suddenly he laughed in a low voice. The laughter was like a demon from hell, hitting the young man's racing heart heavily: "I, Bloody Makoto,
The powerful seventh-level monk with supernatural powers will definitely collect all the needed souls."
Xue Zhenzi...seventh level of magical power...the young man remembered these two most critical words with difficulty, turned around carefully, silently set up the escape light, flew farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the dark horizon.