"When you get to the place, you will naturally know what is going on. I have no time to talk nonsense with you now. Two seniors, let's go!"
Under the guidance of the Great Thousand Realm, Fang Hao took Yang Potian and others straight to the Dusk Mountains.
Previously, due to the existence of the Frozen Heart and the magic circle, Fang Hao was unable to know the location of Luo Wushen and others, but now that the Frozen Heart has been integrated with Luo Wushen, the Great Thousand Mirror can naturally detect his location.
"Fang Hao, you have the guts. When we get out of the Dusk Mountains, I will make you look good!"
Taoist Master Juntian looked at Fang Hao's retreating figure, cursed in his heart, and chased after him with a sullen face.
"Palace Master, this boy Fang Hao has always been full of tricks. Is there any deception involved?"
"Rather than fall prey to these wild beasts, it's better to take a gamble. Although Fang Hao looks hateful, he is still a trustworthy person and should not have any conspiracy." Nishang Palace Master Shen Ning said.
Huo Xuan on the side nodded in agreement: "The palace master is right, we will die anyway, so it's better to take a gamble. Besides, even if Fang Hao really has other agendas, I still have the teleportation mark left by the banished immortal, so
If something goes wrong, you can withdraw at any time."
"If that's the case, then we might as well go and have a look. I always feel that the Dusk Mountains are not as simple as we imagined." Feng Bubai said in a deep voice.
After discussing for a moment, the three supreme beings also flew into the air and quickly escaped from this chaotic place.
"Brother Jun, the Palace Master and the Supremes left together. It seems that they have found a way to deal with the wild beasts. Why don't we follow along and have a look?"
On the high platform, a girl in purple clothes and blue eyes looked at the backs of Palace Master Nishang and others, and shouted anxiously.
"Xia'er, follow the palace master first. This desolate beast contains the killing energy of heaven and earth. To other monks, it is a scourge, but to me, it is a great tonic. As long as I absorb this
The nine wild beasts can definitely enter the realm of immortals and saints. You go with them first and come back to me later."
Among the crowd, a young man with snow-white hair and phoenix eyes walked around the nine desolate beasts as if strolling in a courtyard. Every time he walked around, the figure of the desolate beast became dimmer.
"This Kunpeng Sect is indeed the largest sect in the North Sea. Its skills are so mysterious that it can actually absorb wild beasts that even the Palace Master and the others cannot fight against. It seems that it will only be a matter of time for Brother Jun to be promoted to the Supreme. I am overly worried."
The purple-clothed girl smiled faintly, then rose into the sky, pursuing Palace Master Nishang and others.
"Master's calculation is indeed correct. This Dusk Mountain Range is indeed my blessed land. Not only did I capture Li Yanxia, the candidate for the head of the Kunlun Immortal Palace, but there were also desolate beasts who took the initiative to help me improve my cultivation. When the time comes, as long as I
Defeat that Fang Hao, and my Lord Mo Tian's name will surely spread throughout the Daluo Realm."
Looking at Li Yanxia drifting away, a sneer suddenly appeared on Jun Motian's handsome face.
"It's strange. Logically speaking, the ghostly soul of Asura should have been able to activate the altar of gods. Why is it that after so long, the altar is still motionless?"
In the dusk canyon, Luo Aotian, who was fused with the Frozen Heart, looked at the ruined altar that was still motionless, frowning.
According to his speculation, this altar to the gods was built before the gods died. There should be no problem if he used Asura as a blood sacrifice.
However, this Asura was imprisoned for half an hour, but there was not even the slightest movement on the altar of gods, which really puzzled him.
"Dad, in my opinion, we might as well kill this Asura and use his blood as a guide, maybe we can activate the altar of the heavens." Luo Aotian suggested after the initiation.
"Asura is almost immortal. Even if I fuse with the Frozen Heart, I can't kill him. But if I take some of his blood, there should be no problem."
A cold light flashed in Luo Wushen's eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, Feng Longque immediately transformed from the aperture into a sharp spear, and before Mo Luo could react, it stabbed into his arm.
"ah!"
Mara, who was suddenly attacked, shouted angrily, grabbed his spear and pulled it out with all his might.
Immediately, blood splattered everywhere and stained the ruined altar.
"The filthy blood of the underworld dares to desecrate my resting place!"
At the moment when Asura's blood dripped onto the altar of the gods, a dazzling golden light erupted from the ruined pile of rocks. Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone in the Soul Clan, a blurry figure with a size of a hundred feet appeared.
, suddenly appeared in the canyon.
"This is... the pure breath of God. A god is actually buried in this altar of gods. This is terrible!"
The moment that figure appeared, Mo Luo, who was originally extremely arrogant, was instantly frightened by the aura of God and fell to the ground. Even the soul clan members knelt down on the ground at this moment, not daring to show any contempt.
Although the physical body of a god is annihilated, his soul remains immortal. Since this altar can be named after gods, it is natural that the gods are buried in it.
Even if this is just a ray of remnant soul, the pressure generated is enough to make the Supreme Lord surrender, let alone Mara, the mortal enemy of the gods.
"Great God, we have no intention of disturbing your eternal sleep. This Asura is my sacrifice to you. I hope you can start the trial of God and make my son your most loyal believer." God Luo Wu said with a look on his face.
He said humbly.
"allow!"
The phantom of the spirit slowly uttered one word, then stretched out its hand to crush the prostrate Mara.
"Master, save me!"
At this time, Mo Luo was suppressed by the true god's aura and could not move at all. He could only watch the god's palm fall, and the only thing he could do was to ask Fang Hao for help.
"In front of the gods, let alone the master, even if King Asura comes, you will be dead. Just go on your way with peace of mind!" Luo Wushen mocked.
"I heard you screaming here as soon as I came here. Aren't you just the remnant soul of the god? I'm here, he can't hurt you!"
Just when God Luo Wu was about to witness the power of the god with his own eyes, a voice with a bit of disdain came from a distance.
Then, under the surprised gazes of everyone in the Soul Clan, a young man holding an ancient bronze mirror appeared directly in front of the altar of the gods, raised his hand and struck a palm with the phantom of the gods.
"boom!"
After a loud noise like the sky was collapsing, the injured Asura and the young man were still standing on the spot, but the phantom of the spirit had broken an arm.
"Anyone who dares to touch me, Fang Hao, even if he is a god, I will still kill him for you!"
Fang Hao slowly retracted his palm, said something lightly, and then grinned at the astonished Luo Wushen: "Next, it's your turn!" (To be continued)