More and more people around the blood altar gathered, and the protective array emitting various lights illuminated the space of the blood altar a hundred feet in all directions. From the lower direction of the blood altar, there was no sign of the top. The thick blood evil fog and miasma were already It completely covered the entire platform. From here, the blood altar seemed to be a magic sword drilled out from the ground, piercing the sky. The blood altar exuding a desolate and ancient aura seemed to be suddenly revealed by a devil who had been sealed for thousands of years. The magic sword pointed straight into the sky and asked sadly, why is it like this?
Kang Long stroked the rough dark red stone wall of the altar with his hands, feeling an inexplicable emotion. In the blood altar that could not be seen, it seemed to be telling him something. A very familiar aura came from the blood altar. The energy flow of War King armor that had been silent in the Dantian for a long time actually boiled uncontrollably and wandered riotously in the meridians of the body.
Kang Long was shocked, his bronze face swelled into a dark red color, and it seemed to be the rough stone wall of the blood altar. Everyone around him was shocked, feeling the riot in his body, Ma Benlei and Zhuge Gan The two of them exclaimed at the same time: "Brother (Master), what's wrong with you!? What's going on!"
The old Taoist Mie Jie was overjoyed and said, "Don't move! The aura on the saint is merging with the aura of the blood altar, and the gate of the secret palace will soon appear in the hands of the saint!"
While saying this, the old Taoist Mie Jie pulled out a black and blemished short sword from behind him. He held the sword in his right hand, raised it to his chest, and pinched his fingers with his left hand, lowered his voice and shouted: "Warning! Beware of other people." Take the opportunity to attack!"
Everyone reacted. The Vajra War Monk of the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation and the disciples of the Momen Sword Formation all took out their weapons, stimulated all their vitality, and activated the strongest defensive formation of the battle formation. Ma Benlei and the four others also reacted. Take out their respective weapons. The old Taoist Mijie raised his hand to withdraw a soft sword wrapped around his waist from his waist and threw it to Zhuge Gan, and said hurriedly: "Don't use your sword, use this! This is the poor Taoist The Kirin Golden Sword that I accidentally obtained in the past is no less powerful than a magic weapon. If you take it, don’t lose it to me!"
Zhuge Gan was overjoyed and took the soft sword emitting a faint golden light. He raised his hand and shook his vitality. The Qilin Golden Sword instantly turned straight like a golden electric dragon, four feet long, which looked very beautiful.
Ma Benlei sighed, looked at the old Taoist Miejie greedily, and smiled with a shy face: "The old Taoist priest is really kind-hearted, are there any treasures suitable for kids?"
The old Taoist Miejie was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He gritted his teeth in anger: "You guys, you guys, know the idea of being a fool! Go and go, of course, you don't have the treasures you use for, such as you, are the big and thick-sized goods!"
Ma Benlei was speechless by him, rolled his eyes, held the giant axe with a huge arm-thick handle on the ground, and with a bang, the bluestone on the ground shattered and trembled, and his power was not weak. The old Taoist Jie glanced around with a cautious look, his eyes fell on the horse-running thunder giant axe, shook his head and sighed: "This axe looks majestic, but it is not very good. If you can find the war god axe used by the ancient demon god , it is suitable for you."
Although Kang Long's mind was attracted by the breath on the blood altar, the energy flow in his body strangely reached the meridians of his arm. He was about to meet with the breath, but he still heard the words of the old Taoist Miejie and secretly recorded them. He had heard that He had long wanted to see the name of the God of War Axe, but he had never had the chance to see it. If he could get it, it would be great to give it to his sworn brother.
The two auras immediately converged as he was distracted. Kang Long felt that his brain burst out like an explosion, and the pain was unstoppable!
At this moment, it seemed as if countless thunders were ringing in his ears! It seemed that countless people before their deaths were circling in their minds! The feeling of his mind being about to burst made him feel heart-wrenching and uncomfortable
!
At this moment, he could not move, could not speak, or even think!
The mind sounded again, and the mind instantly turned into a dead silence!
quiet!
There is only one word that can express his current feelings.
It seemed as if a light suddenly poured into his mind from the blood altar. His consciousness seemed to be pursuing the light and pouring into his mind.
It was pitch black all around, and there was only a little light shining where the light passed.
Cold, dark, dead silent!
It was this feeling that Kang Long was about to go crazy!
He endured that discomfort, and his consciousness pursued the light and kept moving forward!
He felt that as long as he kept pursuing this light and reaching the end, something incredible would definitely happen to him.
I don’t know how many times it took, but Kang Long felt that it had been so long a century, and it seemed that it was just a moment when the light finally arrived next to a pitch-black vortex.
The light condensed into a fist-sized ball of light, stopping over the dark vortex. The black vortex was constantly rotating, swallowing the dark air flow around. The faint spots of light that could dissipate at any time, in the dark
It appears and disappears in the vortex airflow.
Kang Long felt that his consciousness seemed to be familiar with everything here, and seemed to feel very strange. For some reason, the white air mass transformed by his consciousness was not affected by the vortex, and was freely floating above the vortex.
"What the hell is going on?" Kang Long couldn't help asking.
Of course, Kang Long, who was standing in front of the blood altar, did not speak out. He seemed to be his wandering consciousness. His body was now attached to the blood altar, as if his whole person was about to melt into the blood altar.
The same. The people guarding around him stared at his every move with a nervous look on his face.
Around them, at some point, more and more people surrounded them with strange looks.
"What do you want to do!" The old Taoist Mie Jie nervously held the black short sword, and first reacted, staring at the masters of the human race and demon race who were constantly approaching around him, and shouting.
Everyone was awakened by his shouting and was alert at the same time.
"Haha! Fellow Daoist Miejie, we are naturally waiting for this little friend to open the secret hall gate. Why, does Fellow Daoist Miejie want to swallow the treasures of the Jinque Hall alone?"
A middle-aged scholar with a gentle face and holding a folding fan suddenly appeared not far away. I don’t know what skill he used to sneak into the Vajra Demon Subduing Array and the Momen Sword Array, but did not touch any formation.
The ban is really strange. Mie Jie widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Ghost Trace! Meng Zhongshu, you, the leader of the Confucian Sect, can you actually know this kind of ghost gate control technique!"
"Haha, fellow Taoist Daoist Miejie, why do you have to say that? Everyone is just to practice Taoism and live forever. What kind of magic is learned, but they are all to save their lives. You said right? Why, fellow Taoist Miejie has not answered Meng's words yet
The question is, do you want to take over the Jinque Heavenly Book alone?" Meng Zhongshu opened the folding fan with a snap, shaking it gently, and a faint white air emanated from the fan, making Meng Zhongshu's elegant face with an indescribable elegance.
"Hmph, a hypocrite! Meng Zhongshu, since you want to make the secret public, I naturally dare not hide my own personal information. Yes, everyone wants to break into the Emperor's Jinque Hall, just for the Jinque Heavenly Book. Jinque Heavenly Book
It is given by the gods, and those who are destined to be obtained. I have already made a blood sworn to follow the saints, so they are naturally destined to be. But I don’t know if Master Meng, do you have such an opportunity?" Old Taoist Mijie sneered proudly.
The reason why Meng Zhongshu made the unknown secret of the Secret Hall as the Jinque Hall and also said the things hidden in the Jinque Hall was that he naturally saw the young man in front of him whose whole body was stuck to the rough stone wall of the blood altar.
There is great hope of opening the Jinque Palace. The people he supported just failed. He naturally wanted to take the opportunity to disrupt the deployment of Mie Jie and take advantage of the troubled waters. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist Mie Jie was not bad, and he almost understood his
Intention, and a counterattack.
"Haha!" Meng Zhongshu smiled disconcerted and said, "Is it a destined person? What you say is not the limit, but this friend says it. Meng is the leader of the Confucian scholars, and he has the ownership of the Confucian scholars in the world.
I guess this little friend is also a hero with great ambitions. Where can I go, I naturally don’t need to guess Meng Mouhu.”
"You... are despicable!" The old Taoist Mie Jie secretly looked at Kang Long who was closing his eyes and sticking to the blood altar. Seeing that he had a strange expression on his face, he seemed to have not heard their conversation, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Meng Zhongshu's
It is indeed sinister to be careful. Not to mention anything else, if Kang Long wants to dominate the world, he will have to choose to cooperate with the Confucian Sect. Otherwise, the world is so big that it will probably be in chaos without the support of the Confucian Sect scholars.
However, his Xuanyu Dao Sect belongs to a sect that practices in the hidden world. It has a very small influence in the world. The help he can provide to Kang Long is also weak and pitiful. In addition to being able to send a few thugs with excellent Xuan skills, he really can't think of himself.
Can also provide other help to Kang Long.
Meng Zhongshu no longer paid attention to the old Taoist Mie Jie, but just looked at Kang Long with curiosity. However, although Meng Zhongshu was calm on the surface, a huge lang appeared in his heart. He never thought that the one in front of him didn't look very good.
The eye-catching young man had such a grand fortune that his soul trembled!
"Why didn't you notice that there were such lucky people in Zhongdi? Alas, Old Master Feng Dao has been a big deal for me! It's not too late now, so lucky, so lucky!" Meng Zhongshu shook the folding fan, but in his heart he didn't know what to do.
Hun sighed.
Kang Long didn't know the open and secret struggles outside. His consciousness at this moment had completely entered a wonderful space.
He just asked, "What's going on?" Yuan didn't expect anyone to answer him, but unexpectedly, a desolate voice suddenly rang in the space.
"I can help you solve your doubts, do you want to know?"
"Who!" Kang Long asked in surprise. The white air mass transformed by consciousness could not help but look for the source of the sound, but there was no trace of it.
"I am just this white light. Why? You don't know what state you are in now? You don't know where you are? I know everything, do you want to know?" The voice sounded again, and Kang Long's consciousness noticed.
It was indeed emitted from the white light. However, this kind of communication is not a real voice communication, but a kind of mental communication.
"What does it mean? If you want to tell me, just say it directly. Why do you want to ask me if you want to know such a unnecessary question?" Kang Long felt something was wrong and did not answer in a fool, but asked back.