The altar was covered with cracks, and the tentacles of the ancient peccary were also broken into countless pieces. However, they were spirit beasts. After breaking into pieces, they turned into balls of spirits, which were quickly absorbed by other tentacles and grew countless tentacles. They could not be killed.
thing.
As the handsome old man cast the spell, the cracks disappeared quickly. Guo Twelve didn't have to worry at all. It wouldn't take long for the altar to be completely restored.
Jin Daya was in a terrible situation. The three-story altar almost collapsed. He sat on the top of the altar and could clearly see that a corner of the altar had been lost. He was so heartbroken that his soul was twitching. He didn't know how long it would take to repair it.
Not only was the altar damaged, but the Life Sacrifice Treasure and the Double Dragon Halberd Sacrifice Treasure were also greatly damaged. Even if he did not lose in this battle, the gain would not be worth the loss, and the losses would be huge.
When the fight reached this point, Jin Daya no longer wanted to continue. He cursed: "You, you scoundrel! Just wait and see Jin Yishou, let's go!" He drove the altar and flew out crookedly.
At this moment, a talisman light flashed in the distance, and at least a hundred disciples of the Gujin family flew over.
Jin Daya was shocked and shouted: "Jin Yishou! Let them go!"
Suddenly, an altar appeared from not far away, and the person sitting on the altar shouted: "What happened to Jin Daya?"
Guo Twelve originally wanted to rush over and continue fighting, but when he saw the altar that popped up, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. It was a four-story altar, and he knew the guy on it, because he had a conflict with the Southern Qiang ancestor before.
Jin Longqing, with about a hundred middle and low-level family disciples behind him.
"Handsome old man, what's wrong, that's Jin Longqing, damn, I can't beat him on the fourth floor of the altar. If you don't take action then, we'll be finished together!"
The handsome old man raised his eyes and said, "He? It's okay. You can continue the challenge!"
Guo Twelve was so angry that he cursed: "Damn old man, you want to kill me! He is a master of the fourth-level altar. If it's not the third-level altar, it's two different things!"
The handsome old man said happily: "I believe in you, you can do it!"
Guo Twelve said angrily: "I can do it? I can do it. How big are you? There must be a limit to cross-level challenges! Four fucking floors, a four-floor altar, even if there are two of me, I can't beat it."
The handsome old man scolded: "You're worthless and you haven't beaten me yet. How do you know you can't beat me?"
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun quickly retreated to Guo Twelve. Nan Ming said: "Elder of the clan, let's retreat first!"
Guo Twelve smiled bitterly and said, "Can you retreat?"
Nan Ming also smiled bitterly. He knew that he could no longer retreat at this time. As soon as he saw Jin Longqing appear, he was ready to be a prisoner. Even if he was a master of virtual altars, he could rarely see the four-layer real altar.
Yes, those are the ancestors of major ancient families.
Nan Zhichun sighed. He did not expect that the Gujin family would be so shameless that they would send top professionals to participate in the dispute between the two families.
At this time, a loud shout was heard: "That's him! Let my son go!"
Guo Twelve couldn't help but laugh and said: "Uh, Scarab? Your son Scarab has been sent away and is no longer here."
The golden turtle shouted: "Ancestor, catch him, my son was caught by him!"
Jin Longqing said calmly: "Shut up! Get out of the way!" He had a sinister face and a fierce look. He was born to be a master of killing. He glanced at the miserable Jin Daya and said coldly
Said: "Brother Daya, what's wrong? You were beaten like this by a boy?"
Jin Daya's face turned red and he said angrily: "Jin Longqing, what are you proud of? If you have the ability, go up and teach him a lesson!" Both of them are ancestors in the Gujin family, and Jin Daya's status is slightly lower than that of Jin Longqing.
But their identities are almost the same.
Jin Longqing clicked his tongue and said: "It's amazing. A master of a two-level altar can actually challenge someone beyond the next level and beat someone to the point of being pissed off. It's embarrassing!"
The group of middle and low-level disciples were all stunned with fear, watching the two ancestors of the family curse each other.
Guo Twelve did not dare to run away. Although Jin Longqing was arguing with Jin Daya, his altar had already locked onto him. What made him even more headache was that the handsome old man actually asked him to fight with Jin Longqing. He didn't even have Jin Daya.
Unable to figure it out, he used rogue methods to forcefully collide with the opponent's altar, relying on the solid altar to gain the upper hand. If he wanted to defeat the opponent, it would be almost impossible, unless the handsome old man was willing to take action.
Jin Daya said fiercely: "Jin Longqing, if you can, kill him!
Guo Twelve cursed in his heart: This guy is too bad. If you have the ability, you fight Jin Longqing. He said: "Handsome old man, that guy is a four-story altar. Do you really think I can beat him?"
The handsome old man said seriously: "I can't beat him!"
Guo Twelve was dumbfounded: "Uh you"
The handsome old man chuckled and said, "If you can't beat me, you will still beat me!"
Jin Longqing glanced at Guo Twelve's altar, which was piled with a group of prisoners of the Gujin family. He said calmly: "Let them go, and I will let you go!"
The scarab shouted: "Where is my son?" He carefully looked at the disciples on the altar and found that his son, the scarab, was not there, so he couldn't help shouting.
Guo Twelve smiled and said: "Really or not? I let these little guys go and you let us go? Are you kidding?"
Jin Longqing said with a smile: "Of course it's true."
The golden turtle shouted: "But my son is not up there!"
Jin Longqing wanted to punch the golden turtle to death, so he shouted: "Shut up!"
Guo Twelve whispered to Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun: "You two come up to the altar first, we are ready to retreat at any time."
The handsome old man muttered: "You are worthless. You are locked by the masters of the fourth-floor altar. You can't just leave if you want. It won't be easy to leave without a beating." He said heartlessly.
Jin Longqing said: "How? Let the disciples of our family go, and you can leave."
Guo Twelve knew that this guy was cheating, so he sneered: "I let these people go, and that beetle of yours will come to me for another beetle. Oh, by the way, where can I find his son? At that time
Hehe, if you make another excuse, wouldn't it be very difficult for me?"
Jin Longqing said calmly: "As long as his son is still alive, I will exchange it with the Gunan family."
Guo Twelve said: "Okay, I will trust you once."
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun were startled. Nan Zhichun said: "Don't believe him!" Nan Ming said: "His words can't be trusted!"
Only the handsome old man knew what Guo Twelve was thinking. He said, "Boy, don't play with fire, hehe."
Guo Twelve didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, the disciples on the altar flew out. Once out of the altar, those disciples fell like dumplings. Dozens of disciples from the other side rushed up to catch those disciples. Someone reported
Said: "Ancestor, they are all alive."
Jin Longqing said: "Everyone, step aside."
Guo Twelve smiled and said: "That's it, we can go."
Jin Longqing laughed and said: "Haha, I didn't expect you to be so stupid, very good haha, hahaha!"
Guo Twelve said with a smile: "He is indeed a dishonest person." With the handsome old man around, he was not afraid of Jin Longqing. Although the handsome old man always refused to take action, he knew very well in his heart that if he encountered danger, what would the handsome old man do?
Maybe not to take action? If he is finished, the handsome old man will not survive.
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun's faces turned pale. They were both complaining that Guo Twelve should not have released those disciples. Only when they had hostages in hand would the other party be wary. But there was nothing they could do now. Once the hostages were lost, they could do whatever they wanted.
attack.
Jin Daya had no intention of taking action at all. He sneered and said: "Jin Longqing, if you have the ability, go and catch him." He flew to the side, kept casting spells, and slightly repaired the altar. He
The altar of Guo Twelve is not as strong as Guo Twelve's altar, and its recovery ability after impact is also far behind. It can only be fixed slightly. It will be impossible to restore it to its original level within a few years.
Jin Longqing laughed ferociously and said, "Boy, are you going to catch me without any help, or do you want me to do it myself?"
Guo Twelve touched his nose and said with a smile: "You want to be arrested without any help? Are you mentally ill? Idiot!"
Jin Longqing was not angry either. He knew that he could not lie to the other party again. Anyway, there were no hostages, and he would not have to restrain his hands during the battle. He said: "Since you want to die, then I will send you to death myself! Haha!"
Jin Longqing's four-story altar is quite special. Few people use white as the original color of the altar. His altar is white jade, and the circular altar looks like four discs stacked on top of each other. And his altar is clean.
There is nothing on it, which is somewhat similar to Guo Twelve’s altar.
Jin Longqing did not sit cross-legged on the altar, but stood at the top of the altar, surrounded by his sacrificial treasures. There were four sacrificial treasures in total, and a golden pestle, a foot long, was spinning above his head.
wooden needles, a ball of cold ice fire, and a set of seven wooden rings.
Guo Twelve said: "Handsome old man, this guy has four sacrificial treasures."
The handsome old man said: "What's so great? The master of the fourth-level altar has at least four sacrificial treasures. He should have one or two sacrificial treasures that he has not taken out. Well, pay attention to the golden pestle. It seems to be his natal sacrifice."
precious."
Guo Twelve smiled bitterly and said: "You really want to fight? My moon blade is only a third-grade sacrificial treasure, and his golden pestle is at least one grade away from the fourth grade. My moon blade is simply not good enough to fight head-on."
The handsome old man said: "Who said that a third-grade sacrificial treasure cannot defeat a fourth-grade treasure? It depends on how you fight." He just refused to let go and help. Guo Twelve was so angry that he couldn't do anything. He said: "Okay, anyway, I
I am too impatient to live, even if I die, it will not be a big deal!"
Jin Longqing stretched out his finger, and the wooden needle suddenly turned into a giant thorn seven or eight meters long, with green mist floating on it, and tiny runes flowing in the mist. He said: "I can break your needle with one blow.
Altar, if you don’t want to die, it’s still too late to surrender now. As long as you capture those two people from the Gunan family, I know you are Keqing. You can also join our Gujin family, and I will also give you the status of the elder of the Keqing family.
.”
Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun were extremely nervous because they were both at Guo Twelve's altar. If Guo Twelve turned against him, they would have no ability to resist.
