Unfortunately, most of the time, facts are always contrary to wishes.
The five-headed and ten-armed monster's body gushed out with substantial blood, and then it chased him at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was less than a hundred feet away.
Atom Hui couldn't believe his eyes. Compared with this monster, his ability to escape light was like a snail, and his strong confidence was instantly shattered.
Before he could react, the cold moonlight suddenly fell from the sky and quickly enveloped his whole body.
At this moment, the scorching sun was still hanging in the sky, and the day was clear, but suddenly it seemed like a cold night, and the cold feeling came, which actually made this powerful monk at the sixth level of supernatural power shudder involuntarily.
A full-moon scimitar flew through the air, causing a nightmare-like moan, and displayed an impossible picture in front of Atomic Hui.
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After a meal, Xia Chen released the five-phase state of the God of War, brought the lost Atom Hui from the sky to the ground, and began the process of skillfully extracting memories, extracting souls, and destroying corpses and traces...
He was quite satisfied with himself. Atom Hui's strength was close to the peak of the sixth level of supernatural power. Coupled with the status of the Yuan family, he had several powerful cards in his hand. However, in a head-on battle, he was quickly defeated by his powerful offensive.
It fell apart and was finally lost.
Unfortunately, even so, Xia Chen is still far from being a match for the seventh level magical power.
Among the five realms after supernatural power, every difference is a huge difference.
After a while, a ray of light that was exactly the same as the atomic glow soared into the sky and flew towards the main altar of the Yuan family.
Half a day later, Xia Chen arrived at the main altar of the Yuan family.
The scene of the original family's main altar is truly spectacular, stretching for hundreds of miles, with a total of eighty-one cauldrons on the platform.
Each cauldron is a hundred feet in size, and when put together, eighty-one green fire pillars rise straight into the sky, and then condense into an extremely thick green silk thread in the sky thousands of feet high, and sink straight into the void.
The green thread of the main altar is not invisible and can be seen even with the naked eye.
Tens of thousands of ant-like monks are shuttling back and forth in the altar. Although there are many people, they are orderly and scattered. There are high-level monks issuing orders with their spiritual thoughts from time to time. High-level sacrifices are constantly being added to the altar.
Taste.
In addition to the sacrificial walls and sacrificial vessels, a huge formation was also built around the main altar to prevent unexpected situations.
Xia Chen secretly used his spiritual sense to detect the formation, and was surprised to find that although the formation was simple, it was surprisingly powerful. Even if he were to crack it, it would probably be very difficult for him.
Fortunately, it was not the real Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi who attacked the altar of the Yuan family. Otherwise, if they were really dizzy and rushed into the main altar, let alone the seventh ancestor of the Yuan family, even this formation would be enough for an ordinary seventh-level magical monk...
Xia Chen thought to himself.
He did not continue to visit the altar, which had nothing to do with him, but directly found his father, Yuan Nakahiro, the second ancestor of the Yuan family.
The disguised son chatted with Yuan Zhongguang for a few words. He was slightly happy. As expected, the Yuan family summoned all the monks who presided over the superior altar to come back to discuss how to deal with the "greedy Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi."
And judging from Yuan Zhongguang's expression, it seems that he already has a way to deal with it.
Xia Chen really wanted to know what the solution would be in advance, but Yuan Zhongguang was very busy, so he only said a few words and asked him to wait patiently for the other disciples to come back, and the seventh ancestor Yuan Zhongling would meet again to give him instructions.
Xia Chen had no choice but to wait. Fortunately, within a few hours, other disciples of the Yuan family from the superior altar also flew to the scene one by one.
According to Atomic Hui's memory, Xia Chen greeted the familiar brothers, sisters and elders of the original family one by one. He seemed quite familiar with them, but did not reveal any flaws.
He also secretly asked other disciples what the method was, but no one knew.
However, the monks who came back were very concerned about the safety of the superior altar, and their expressions changed when they talked about the Xue Zhenzi brother and sister. After all, the reputation of these two old demons had become so fierce some time ago, and everyone's heart was cast into a shadow.
Not long after, Yuan Zhongling, the Seventh Patriarch, appeared. He was a middle-aged scribe with an elegant appearance, and he had a bit of a scholarly air. He looked less like a monk than a scholar who had read poetry and books.
Everyone followed Yuan Zhongling to a large hall. After a brief greeting, Yuan Zhongling said: "You must have heard that my original altar was recently attacked by two powerful monks. In addition to the main altar,
In addition, about five or six high-level altars and a dozen medium-level altars were destroyed, and almost all the original monks guarding the altars were killed. It can be confirmed that these two monks who suddenly appeared are at the seventh level of supernatural power."
Everyone was commotion for a while, but they did not make a sound, but quietly waited for the seventh ancestor's next words. After all, they all knew these situations.
Yuan Zhongling said with a solemn expression: "This is the first time that my Yuan family has been attacked by seventh-level monks with unknown origins. Logically speaking, we seven brothers should personally take action to chase and drive away these two monks, but now the altar is in the final stage.
When it is important, the general forum has communicated with Mr. Mingjun in the Jiuyou Space, but you must not be distracted, otherwise failure will be secondary, and if you make Mr. Jiuyou Mingjun angry, you will lose more than you gain."
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone immediately started talking. Even Xia Chen was shocked.
After obtaining Atom Hui's memory, he naturally knew what was being summoned by the original altar.
Lord Jiuyouming, never expected that the powerful existence summoned by ancient cultivators tens of thousands of years ago would actually communicate with this world again.
For Jiuyou Mingjun, even in the alliance's classics, there is only a conceptual description. It shows that he is a powerful being in the Jiuyou space, possessing extremely powerful power and extremely high wisdom, and is also the easiest person to communicate with in the Jiuyou world.
exist.
However, no one can express clearly the personality of Lord Jiuyouming. It seems that many monks have received the guidance of Lord Jiuyouming and have broken through the realm very quickly. However, most of the monks have suffered backlash and have not completely lost their cultivation.
It's just a matter of life.
This powerful being in the Nine Nether World seems to be moody, and his personality cannot be measured by common sense at all.
Not only that, there have been different opinions on the power of Jiuyouming Lord throughout the ages. Some people think that Jiuyouming Lord is a super being that has transcended the realm of supernatural powers, while others think that Jiuyouming Lord is not that powerful, and at most he is at the tenth level of supernatural power.
Some people even think that the reason why Jiuyoumingjun is weird is that Jiuyoumingjun is not an individual, but a group. The person who successfully communicates each time is not actually the same intelligent life form.
But no matter what, Jiuyouming Lord is indeed recognized as a powerful existence. The reason why countless monks are willing to risk their lives to communicate with him is to obtain guidance from him on higher realms, and even the secrets of realms above supernatural powers.
Are those who are above the realm of magical powers an immortal? Can they live forever? This ultimate question actually exists deeply in the heart of every magical monk.
Xia Chen frowned. He originally thought that the altar was just wishful thinking of the Yuan family, and might end up making a joke. Unexpectedly, he actually communicated with the legendary Lord Jiuyouming. Seeing that Yuan Zhongling, the seventh ancestor, was not worried,
Aren't you afraid of Jiuyouming Lord's backlash?
There is no answer to this question in Atom Hui's memory. It seems that only the seventh ancestor of the Yuan family has mastered it.
Just listen to Yuan Zhongling say again: "The result of the communication is that Lord Jiuyouming will be projected to our world. This is a contact with unprecedented significance, so after discussing it, we feel that we can kill two birds with one stone and welcome Lord Jiuyouming on the one hand.
Sir, on the one hand, I can give those two powerful monks a fatal blow. I have spread the authority through the main altar, and the projection can land on any superior altar at any time."
Everyone was surprised at first, and then they were all overjoyed. They were talking in low voices just now, but now they suddenly turned into a boiling ocean.
"So that's it. The Yuan family knows how to kill people with borrowed swords. I don't know what agreement the Seventh Patriarch and Jiuyou Mingjun have reached to actually allow this mysterious existence to be projected over. But since Jiuyouming Lord is also a wise being, why would he eradicate dissidents on behalf of the Yuan family?
What?" Xia Chen had doubts in his mind.
But before he could ask, someone else had already asked the same question. Obviously, someone thought of it with him.
The Seventh Ancestor Yuan Zhongling said calmly: "Sacrifice, if you want Lord Jiuyouming's projection to be stable, you need a powerful sacrifice. Aren't those two seventh-level magical monks the best sacrifices? This is for my Yuan family.
It's such a harmless thing, I really look forward to them coming to rob our original altar again."
Everyone burst into laughter. They did not expect that the Seventh Patriarch would come up with such a wonderful method. This time, they felt truly relieved.
Later, the Seventh Patriarch had people give a jade token to each monk who presided over the superior altar. As long as they were attacked by Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi, after crushing the jade token, the power of the main altar could be temporarily drawn over.
, let the projection of Lord Jiuyouming come.
He solemnly ordered everyone to keep the jade tablets safe and not to crush them in advance, otherwise once the projection of Lord Jiuyouming appears, it cannot be changed.
Everyone was a direct descendant of the original family, or a senior figure, and they were all elites with the sixth level of magical power. Naturally, they knew the importance of the matter, so after agreeing, they accepted the order and left one by one.
Xia Chen also received a jade plaque, then resigned and fled towards the altar where he was.
After finding a way to deal with Xuezhenzi and Xueyinzi, he didn't feel much relaxed in his heart. Instead, he felt a heavy feeling.
No matter what agreement the Yuan family has reached with Lord Jiuyou Ming, I'm afraid they are playing with fire this time.
There is no record of Jiuyou Mingjun projecting from Jiuyou space before. No matter what the purpose of Jiuyouming Lord is, letting an overly powerful and mysterious existence appear in this world, even if it is a projection, may not mean a good thing.
The original family may get something, but it will definitely pay more.
However, Xia Chen quickly shook his head. He was too careless to worry about it. A lot of troubles had not been solved, and he actually started to worry about Lord Jiuyou Ming's purpose again.