Eight hundred and eleventh chapter underground altar
Fortunately, Xia Chen seemed to know that they were powerful enough and did not take the initiative to provoke them. Instead, he went to intercept and kill the ordinary forces that only had one or two seventh-level ancestors with magical powers.
These seventh-level magical monks didn't have that much knowledge, and they didn't have terrifying trump cards to save their lives. Naturally, they all became the targets of Xia Chen's hunting.
Especially the slow-running monks, all screamed as Xia Chen destroyed their bodies, then took out their souls and locked them in the storage space.
After Xia Chen broke through to the sixth level of magical powers, the original inner mind was also upgraded to a more powerful forbidden magical power.
All it takes is a core of prohibition and sufficient strength, and the original heart prohibition will automatically extend into a rigorously structured formation, which is extremely magical.
Xia Chen's current methods are extremely rich. He can build formations casually, break them casually, turn stones into gold, his skills are close to the Tao, and he can move with indescribable ease.
Although the ancestor of the Beast Mastering Sect named Zhao and others were the first to escape, they naturally could not escape with their lives. They were all caught up and killed by Xia Chen one by one. The soul was imprisoned by the original heart and blocked into the storage space.
The fate of the seventh ancestor of the Yuan family is almost the same as that of the Beast Mastering Sect. Since he has a deep hatred for Xia Chen and will not stop until death, he must eradicate his roots and not let anyone go.
As for other power organizations, Xia Chen did not kill them all, nor did he plan to catch up and exterminate them one by one in the future.
After all, he is only one person, and it is impossible to kill all the monks in the entire Black Triangle. Moreover, he has killed so many people and taken away so many souls. It is a good feeling in one breath. There is no need to pay attention to the details.
Presumably, even if these people were alive, they would have been so terrified by his killings that even if they knew that he had descendants of immortal beasts, they would not dare to attack him again.
After a long time, the sky filled with killings finally returned to calm. Except for the monk who died here, everyone else disappeared without a trace.
The Black Triangle's unprecedented first joint pursuit ended in complete failure. The day when Xia Chen went on a killing spree was also recorded as a dark day by all the Black Triangle monks. After many years of circulation, it is still regarded as the most painful in their hearts.
lessons.
Tens of days later, Xia Chen was sitting in a newly opened simple cave inside a mountain peak, his face looking a little tired.
These days, he has only done one thing, which is to constantly extract the memories of the captured souls, and at the same time destroy the souls' spiritual intelligence, leaving only the pure tonic souls.
After a great battle, he captured the souls of dozens of seventh-level monks and hundreds of sixth-level monks, as well as their storage bags and portable treasures.
There are more than ten high-grade magic weapons alone, and each one is quite extraordinary.
Even if the cultivation level far exceeds the seventh level of ordinary supernatural powers, it is not an easy task to extract the memories of so many people. The degree of mental and physical exhaustion is no less than fighting several battles.
However, after some hard work, Xia Chen felt that his realm and cultivation had improved again, and he had steadily entered the stage of the sixth level of supernatural power, which could be regarded as an unexpected surprise.
Of course, the biggest surprise is the memory of these seventh-level magical monks. The memory contains not only their inheritance, but also countless secrets and treasures. The total of these invisible wealth is enough to make even the eighth-level magical monks' hearts flutter.
The inheritance of the seventh level of magical power is not very attractive to Xia Chen. After all, he has already received enough inheritance. Even if it is more, it is only for reference.
But when these inheritances took back the temporary dojo, it was an unimaginable opportunity for Chen Qiushui, Xu Qiankun and others.
As for those secrets, by adding them up in Xia Chen's mind, he can have an overall and clear impression of the Black Triangle. In other words, the entire Black Triangle is covered by Xia Chen.
For a moment, Xia Chen suddenly felt that the vast black triangle had become a little smaller. The Yanzhao Alliance, Tianlan Sect and Dali Wuling where he had stayed were even more like small mountain villages.
He had a vague understanding. No wonder powerful monks could only appear in huge places. If a place was too small, it was destined not to produce existences that exceeded the capacity.
Will there be sharks in the pond?
The size of the world or horizon determines how much room you can grow.
"I need a bigger place, the Sea of Ten Thousand Wheels, the Tang Dynasty. Only in such a broader world can I obtain the inheritance of a higher realm until I break through the realm of supernatural powers and enter the unknown realm."
"But I heard Sister Shiyan say that the Tang Dynasty only had monks at the ninth level of supernatural power, not the tenth level. So where in the world can there be tenth level supernatural power? If there is no inheritance, wouldn't the realm be cut off when it reaches the peak of the ninth level?
, can we only wait for the longevity to run out and die in vain?"
"The power of time is always the most terrifying. When your life is up, God will kill you without anyone else killing you. If you want to seek eternal life, only by constantly breaking through and becoming an immortal will your life in this world be considered not in vain.
Return."
Xia Chen thought to himself and began to think about his future realm.
Although it has been less than twenty years since he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and there is still plenty of time, as his cultivation level continues to grow stronger, and he is prepared for danger in times of peace, some things must be put on the agenda.
If you can't seek eternal life and understand the great truth, then everything is meaningless.
After his mind settled down, Xia Chen began to extract the memories of the remaining souls. There were still a few more to go and he was almost finished. Then he would search for some hidden treasures and so on, and then he could return to the temporary dojo.
After parting ways with the old alliance, it had been several years since he had seen anyone, especially Chen Qiushui. Thinking of his graceful, fairy-like and pure wife, Xia Chen felt excited like fire in his heart.
Of course, in addition to my lovely wife, there are also women such as Xu Yunxuan and Bi Qinglian... all of whom can also be... well, let's meet them.
Huh? How come you only think of them, but forget about Sun Li, Chen Lie, and Fang Qiu?
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In the deep and huge underground space, four pale old men with deep wrinkles on their faces stood at the four corners of an altar that was a hundred feet in size, looking up at the blazing dark green flames in the cauldron above.
The four of them were silent, their cloudy old eyes full of exhaustion and helplessness.
After a while, the eldest old man slowly said: "It has been almost ten years, and countless sacrifices have been made. Not to mention communicating with the Nine Nether Space, not even a shadow has been seen. Do you think it is still necessary to persist?
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The other three were silent, seeming to be protesting silently, but their expressions were a little shaken.
The old man in the upper right corner hesitated and said: "Maybe we can hold off for a while and learn from the Zhenhai Yuan family. I once heard their ancestor Yuan Zhonghua say that the distant ancestor of the Yuan family was once a monk who specialized in summoning magical powers on the altar, and he stayed for a while.
There is a complete set of sacrificial methods. Yuan Zhonghua and I still have some friendship, but I want to see if I can get something out of it. At most, I can exchange part of the sacrificial offerings with them."
"Don't waste your efforts." The old man in the upper left corner shook his head and said, "Even if the Zhenhaiyuan family has one, they will only make altars by themselves. Such secret magical powers are priceless, how can they be willing to exchange them with us."
The old man in the upper right corner wanted to say something, but he seemed to think that what the old man in the upper left corner said was reasonable, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"But if you give up the altar, ten years of persistence will be ruined." The old man in the lower right corner sighed, "Although we are seventh-level monks with supernatural powers, our lifespan is running out. How many more decades can we come back?
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The oldest old man said slowly: "I heard that there is a secret teleportation array in the Tianfeng organization that can be teleported to the Wanlun Sea. There is the inheritance of the eighth level of magical power there. We may consider going to the Wanlun Sea first and find a way to obtain it.
After inheriting the eighth level of supernatural power, we will find a way to find the teleportation array from the Wanlun Sea to the Tang Dynasty, and then obtain the inheritance of the ninth level of supernatural power. If everything goes well, we should be able to live another four hundred years."
"With our cultivation, we can still be majestic and majestic in the Black Triangle. When we reach the Wanlun Sea, we will probably be downgraded to a lower level. If we return to the Tang Dynasty, we will probably be ordinary characters. Can we get the eighth level and ninth level of supernatural powers?"
Let's talk about inheritance, but don't die in a foreign land because of this, it's not worth it." The old man in the upper right corner said worriedly.
"There are still a few decades left. Even if we don't take any risks, we will have to die. Death is on the left and right, so what should we be afraid of? If we don't fight when death comes, I'm afraid it will be too late to regret before we die." The oldest
The old man said calmly.
The three old men stopped talking, but there was a look of contemplation on their faces, and they were obviously considering the eldest man's suggestion.
After a while, the old man in the lower right corner said: "Let's try it one last time and throw all the remaining sacrifices into the altar to see if we can summon the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds and gain the secret of eternal life at once. If we still can't,
Then just follow your senior brother's advice. Anyway, there are only less than a few decades of good life left. No matter where you go, it's not a career. We don't have any heirs or grandchildren, so even these family properties can be abandoned."
The other two old men hesitated, but finally made up their minds and nodded together.
The four of them each took off the spirit storage bags from their waists, and did not bother to take out the sacrifices from inside. After taking a look at them, they threw the spirit storage bags directly into the cauldron.
Bang bang bang... After several explosions, the spirit storage bag completely collapsed, and countless sacrifices were annihilated in the green flames of the cauldron before they could fly out.
Most of these sacrifices were powerful living souls that the four old men had worked hard to collect. When burned by the sacrificial fire, they immediately made a hissing sound of pain.
The flames in the cauldron suddenly became extremely strong, and the long green flames rose up, directly condensing into a green thread, and submerged into the dark void.
The four of them watched without blinking, with hope in their eyes.
After a long time, as the sacrifices were consumed, the green flame gradually faded, and the green thread became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was no movement in the altar space.
A look of sadness and disappointment gradually appeared in the eyes of the four old men.
"Well, I knew there would be no results, but I won't give up until I give it one last try." The old man in the lower right corner sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless spatial ripples suddenly appeared above the altar. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please read it here.)