As Sun Rong said, the city gate was wide open, and the monsters rushed into the city like a torrent.
Some climbed to the city wall, jumped down like dumplings, and rushed towards the city frantically.
The two major forces, Immortal Sword Sect and Demon Valley, which were originally guarding here, were not defended by anyone, and allowed the beast tide to enter the city.
With so many monsters, not to mention that there are only thousands of martial arts practitioners in the city, even if there are tens of thousands, they cannot resist them. They all have to turn into meat mud under the sharp claws and iron hooves of these monsters.
Boom boom boom boom!
The huge sound of the rushing beasts was like thunder, deafening. The buildings in the city collapsed one after another in the torrent of ferocious monsters.
At this moment, in an area near the city gate, there was a huge amount of blood light, and within a radius of dozens of meters, they were covered by blood.
In the center of the bloody light, an altar dyed with blood stood. All the monsters that rushed over were like mud cows entering the sea, turning into a mass of blood mist and pouring into the altar.
As more and more blood mists of monsters poured in, the light blooming on the altar became brighter and brighter.
The altar was very strange. It looked not very big, but it looked like a bottomless pit. No matter how many monsters rushed here, they were all "swallowed" by the altar.
Around the bloody altar, there were figures standing, all of them were martial artists with powerful auras, with a total of 100 people.
These martial arts cultivators are divided into two camps. The left side is wearing a black robe, with black demonic energy permeated on the surface. The right side is wearing the same white robe and a long sword hanging around her waist.
These two gangs are the Immortal Sword Sect and the Demon Valley.
Everyone was staring at the altar with their eyes fixed and motionless.
In the center of the altar, a tall back stood, his black robe covered his body, his face could not be seen clearly, and a golden skeleton was embroidered on his chest.
He was manipulating the bloody altar and commanding the people standing on both sides to inject power into the altar.
This man in black robe is the leader of the Demon Valley disciples, the five thousand-year-old ancient sage son - Demon Lin!
"Demon Land, is this ancient treasure really the Demon Yuan Shenque?"
The leader of the Immortal Sword Sect, the five thousand-year-old ancient sage son Jianxin, frowned slightly, "We burn our essence and blood to maintain the power of the altar, which is too much loss. If it weren't for the Demonic Yuan Shenque, how could you compensate us for our losses?"
Mo Lin, who was presided over the altar, smiled faintly and said confidently: "Sword Heart, I am from the Demon Valley. No one knows the Demon Yuanshen Que better than me. I can guarantee you!"
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the cry of a night owl, making people shudder: "Originally, this Demonic Yuanshenque would have to wait a few days before it was born, but it happened to catch up with such a large number of beast tides tonight, and use this large amount of monster spirits to contribute
The sacrifice will not take long to open up the Demonic Yuan Shen Que!”
"Haha, I guess those stupid donkeys in Dongcheng have died in the terrifying beast tide, right?" Another saint son of the Demon Valley, Gu Zheng, who was once broken by Wang Hao, is now full of all the ancient saint sons.
His face was full of cold smiles.
"We are here to get the opportunity to go against the sky. Wang Hao and those idiots are fighting with monsters in blood. In comparison, it is really fun, hahaha..."
The disciples of Demon Valley and the Immortal Sword Sect laughed.
Jian Xin frowned slightly and sighed: "We opened the city gate and let the monsters enter the city, causing thousands of fellow martial artists to die tragically. I really can't bear to do this..."
Mo Lin almost laughed out loud when he heard Jian Xin's words. The idea of opening the city gate was from Jian Xin. Now he cried and became merciful.
"Haha, these disciples who claim to be famous and upright sects are really hypocritical!"