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- "Boom."
The evil spirit took action, and the divine python swung its giant tail, and its majestic divine power emerged, and it suddenly struck the ground.
Although the earth in the central area of ??Xianji Mountain is solid, it is still cracking open at this moment, revealing the deeply hidden underground space.
Zhang Ruochen wanted to directly use space means to sneak in, but was hindered by a strange force, so he could only choose to use force.
The barrier was broken, and the huge underground space was completely revealed. The altar of death and the shadow of the god of death were particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
The last time Zhang Ruochen sneaked in to investigate the situation, the Shadow of Death was only 500 feet high. Now the height of the Shadow of Death has exceeded 1,000 feet. The condensed power is undoubtedly more powerful than before.
The three white-robed priests were still sitting cross-legged on the altar.
The difference is that their cultivation has become more advanced and they have reached the realm of Lin Dao.
Obviously, in addition to the fact that their cultivation has reached the peak of the Heaven Realm, it is also because the Death Altar has mysterious abilities that allow them to break through so quickly.
"How is this going?"
Bi Yunhai arrived and asked curiously.
He came to the North Territory from the South Territory in a hurry because of Ji Fanxin, and he didn¡¯t know much about the situation in the North Territory.
"The Dead Tribe uses this Death Altar to absorb the resurgence power of the Northern Territory to create a large number of strong men. They also want to use this to further open up the space channel between the Star Territory where the Dead Tribe is located and the Kunlun Realm. Every day, the strength of the Dead Tribe will increase. A lot of enhancements." Zhang Ruochen explained simply.
Hearing this, Bi Yunhai couldn't help but flashed a strange light in his eyes, and said: "The Dead Clan is really good at calculating. They want to support war with war, how can they be allowed to do so? But after destroying this death altar, can the Dead Clan Won¡¯t you build death altars elsewhere?¡±
Zhang Ruochen shook his head: "It's not that easy. If you want to build this kind of death altar, you not only need special materials, but also need to choose a special location. Xianji Mountain is the sect of the Xianji Sect, the largest force in the Northern Territory in the past. The birthplace of the domain ancestral line, and only here is suitable for building a death altar."
??Xianji Mountain is extraordinary, otherwise the trunk of the sacred tree would not be here. It would be impossible to find an awakening sacred land in the Northern Territory that could compare with Xianji Mountain, but it would certainly not be easy.
So as long as this death altar is destroyed, the idea of ????death clan will basically be eliminated.
"You guys step back and I will destroy this death altar." Bi Yunhai said with confidence.
His previous fight with Qiyang caused him great loss of face, so now he naturally has to take the opportunity to save some, and he must not let Ji Fanxin look down on him.
Bi Yunhai was willing to take action, so Zhang Ruochen and others were naturally happy to do so, and immediately stepped aside in cooperation.
The main reason is that they don¡¯t know what is weird about this death altar, so they might as well let Bi Yunhai test it first.
Biyunhai sacrificed the king's weapon and mobilized with all his strength, mobilizing 30% of the rules of heaven and earth within a radius of 70 million miles, preparing for a powerful attack.
It¡¯s true that he can¡¯t defeat Qiyang, but I don¡¯t believe that he can¡¯t even destroy a mere death altar.
More than 200,000 king-level inscriptions appear on the surface of the sky-blue gourd, and countless rules of heaven and earth are intertwined, exuding vast pressure.
The majestic Holy Power of the King spurted out from the mouth of the gourd, turning into an incomparably bright holy light.
"Boom."
The holy light failed to directly hit the death altar, and a dark light shield emerged, blocking the holy light.
Immediately afterwards, the death altar released a powerful force that spread in all directions like water waves.
The evil spirit swung the body of the huge divine python, causing the power released by the death altar to dissipate invisible. Zhang Ruochen and the five of them stood on the head of the evil spirit and were not affected.
Bi Yunhai blocked the front with the king's weapon, which was no problem, but his mind could not calm down, and his eyes were fixed on the death altar.
"Could it be that this death altar is more powerful than Qiyang?" Bi Yunhai was shocked.
Zhang Ruochen also had a solemn look in his eyes. Destroying the death altar was indeed much more difficult than he expected.
Thinking about it, it¡¯s normal. The dead tribe spent a lot of effort to build this death altar and use it as a trump card. How can it be destroyed casually?
On the death altar, the three white-robed priests all stood up. Their eyes first glanced at Zhang Ruochen and others, and then locked on Bi Yunhai.
Biyunhai is a powerful person in the Lindao realm, and has the strength to rival the Immortal Great Sage. The threat is naturally much greater than that of Zhang Ruochen and others.
"Dare to attack the death altar, it is a capital crime." The white-robed priestess said coldly.
Biyunhai sneered: "Death penalty? I would like to see it,"It tore open a gap, so the God-Eating Insect came to the ground.
There is no doubt that the God-Eating Insect is terrifying. Even gods will have a headache when encountering it.
The one that appears now can only be considered the smallest.
When Zhang Ruochen and Martial Saint Canglan entered that strange space together, they saw swarms of God-eating Insects, some as big as a fist, and some as big as a washbasin.
The bigger the God-Eating Insect is, the more terrifying it is.
Just when all the monks were frightened by the God-Eating Insect, a beautiful female voice came out from a cloud of gray mist on the altar: "Legend has it that the God-Eating Insect is a tree insect that connects the divine tree to the sky. The Heaven-Connecting Sacred Tree was born together. One actually appeared here. Could it be that there is another Heaven-Connecting Sacred Tree growing in the space under the altar?"
As the sound came out, a mighty Styx River flowed out from the death altar. In the River Styx, a gigantic creature appeared, with nine heads on its body. It turned out to be a nine-headed Xuanwu.
And on the back of the Nine-headed Xuanwu, stood a tall and graceful woman. Her body is surrounded by chains condensed by the rules of fate, as if the fate of all creatures in the world is under her control.
It is none other than Pang Ruo, one of the three candidates for the goddess of the Temple of Destiny.
"Is there something else underneath the altar?"
"Since the God-eating Insect has appeared, there must be a divine tree in the ground. Could it be that the divine tree has grown new seedlings?"
"It's entirely possible, otherwise why would the Kunlun Realm recover?"
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Even the monks of the dead tribe did not expect that there was an independent space under the death altar. Suddenly, everyone became excited and geared up, wanting to break in immediately and seize the treasures inside.
Standing on the Styx River, Prajna raised a crystal clear face, glanced at Zhang Ruochen and others, and finally fell on Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes have been fixed on her for a long time.
The moment their eyes met, Zhang Ruochen's body trembled slightly, his pupils couldn't help but dilate, and his whole person seemed to be petrified.
On the River Styx, Prajna's graceful body swayed slightly unnoticed.
For a moment, both of them were as still as statues, breathing paused. To be precise, the entire world seemed to have become still, and time stopped flowing.
Except for the two of them, all the surrounding scenes disappeared.
Although they were still far apart, the space seemed to disappear suddenly. The two became so close that they could clearly see each other.
After a long time, Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and returned to reality. The surrounding scenes reappeared, and his hearing and perception resumed.
Although the appearance of the woman in front of him had changed drastically, Zhang Ruochen recognized her just by looking at her eyes.
"It's her, it must be her, how could it be her?"
Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but clenched his fingers, unable to believe what he saw.
For a moment, his heart clenched together, and there was a throbbing pain. Countless scenes from the past appeared in his mind, and finally they were fixed in front of the gate of Ziwei Palace.
The scenes of the past are so clear and have never been forgotten.
He said he would forget and let go of everything, but it turned out that he was just deceiving himself.
After staring for a long time, Zhang Ruochen's heart began to tremble violently, and he thought to himself: "Yes, it must be her. Why did she go to the hell world? Why did she become a dead clan? Everything has changed. What happened in the past few years? matter?"
"There has never been a moment when Zhang Ruochen's heart was so chaotic. There were too many doubts and too many complicated emotions that made him have mixed emotions, but he couldn't say a word to anyone.
A person who should have died stood in front of him again.
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