The road made of huge rocks is thirty feet wide, and ten frames can run side by side.
"However, there are forks in this road.
At this moment, the monks of the Temple of Death, headed by Yuan Qianmo, stopped at a fork in the road and used the original divine crystals to build a small altar three feet high.
It is an ordinary origin divine crystal, not a top-grade origin divine crystal.
Yuan Qianmo, whose hair was as white as snow, put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Huan Zhen, let's go."
Huan Zhen nodded, stepped forward, cut his wrists, and dripped the blood in his body onto the divine crystal altar.
He is the origin controller. Even though he is only a semi-saint, his blood still contains pure origin power.
"Wow!"
A pillar of blood gushes out from the divine crystal altar and rushes upward.
The surface of the blood pillar is covered with a faint light of origin.
Yuan Qianmo looked towards the direction where the blood column was moving, pointed forward, and said, "Go this way."
He took the lead and walked forward and said: "Ben Ji, put the altar away and clean up the traces."
Originally, Ji had no complaints, but instead actively agreed: "Don't worry, fourth brother, we won't leave any traces. No other monks can even think of following the path we opened to enter this place."
There are a total of fourteen monks present. Except for Original Silence and Huanzhen, they are all at the highest level of cultivation.
These are not all the masters of the Temple of Death, but just the direct descendants who follow Yuan Qianmo.
The reason why he, Yuan Ji, was able to become one of them was of course because of his blood relationship with Yuan Qianmo, otherwise he would not be qualified to participate and share the benefits.
Therefore, he naturally has to do the dirty work.
Huan Zhen followed Yuan Qianmo, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "Master, it's all my fault that my disciple's cultivation level is too low. If my disciple's cultivation level could reach the Great Saint Realm, there would be no need to build an altar, and I would be able to sense it with just the Holy Soul." To the original meaning."
Yuan Qianmo patted him on the shoulder and said with a gentle smile: "You have done a good job. If it weren't for your induction, we might have gone to the hinterland of the Origin Temple at this moment and fought with all the major forces. If we can seize It¡¯s hard to say how many original secrets there are, but there will definitely be many monks who have perished there, unlike now, when you can go and get a copy of the secrets alone.¡±
"What if the disciple's induction is wrong?" Huan Zhen was a little worried.
The reason why they came here is because Huan Zhen sensed that in addition to the hinterland of the Origin Temple, there was also a strong Origin breath here.
Such a powerful and pure source breath must be caused by the source mystery.
Originally, Huan Zhen was not sure, but his master seemed to have some information and was sure that there must be a lot of original secrets here. So they changed their route and came here.
Yuan Qianmo smiled calmly: "Even if I am wrong, it is a mistake made by my teacher. I will bear all the responsibilities. What are you worried about?"
When Huan Zhen heard this, he felt relieved and laughed.
The supreme saints who followed Yuan Qianmo also laughed.
The reason why they follow Yuan Qianmo is not only because Yuan Qianmo is ranked first in the "Shenchu ??Volume" and has a bright future, but also because Yuan Qianmo has a strong personality that can make people willing to do things for him.
Yuan Qianmo is such a flawless person. He can't find any shortcomings and is full of advantages.
Zhang Ruochen and others followed them from a distance, passing one fork in the road after another.
Xuetu asked curiously: "Where do you think these forked roads lead?"
Master Ye You said: "Often where treasures are hidden, there will be some paths of life and death. If you accidentally choose the wrong path and end up on the path of death, I am afraid that ordinary gods will perish."
Xuetu said: "That's not the case! The Origin Temple has sunk into the sea for many years. Even those dead ends that once had divine formations that could kill gods, or the killing divine patterns carved by the gods, must have been greatly reduced in power now, and even It has no power anymore.¡±
Why are you arguing again?
Master Yeyou narrowed his eyes, his pupils flashed with cold light, and said: "How about you try walking on the dead end?"
"Stop arguing, look ahead." The old man with seven hands said.
The eyes of Xuetu and Master Yeyou glanced at him one after another, and then they showed expressions of ecstasy.
At the end of the road, an altar made of huge rocks appeared.
The altar is extremely majestic, extending dozens of miles to the left and right.
Upward, it rises about ten thousand feet high. On the top of the altar, a tower is faintly visible.Unusual architecture. But because the water here was too dark, it was difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see the structure of the building clearly with his eyes of truth.
The monks of the Temple of Death have climbed up to the top of the huge stone altar.
"Let's catch up quickly, otherwise all the good things will be taken away by them!" Master Yeyou was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly and kept pursed his lips.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten the word fear.
When they came to the bottom of the huge stone altar, they felt even more shocked. The altar was like a sacred wall dividing heaven and earth. It existed forever and could not be corroded by hundreds of millions of years.
Each huge stone is twelve feet long and twelve feet high.
On the boulders, there are carved patterns of wind, rain, thunder, and electricity, as well as various vague ancient animal pictures and human figures. On the pattern, even now, there are still divine patterns flowing. One can imagine how terrifying the cultivation of the being who left the divine patterns was.
Each step of the huge stone altar is twelve feet high, like a straight and neat cliff wall.
Zhang Ruochen and others broke through the divine patterns between the boulders and climbed dozens of steps.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt something in his heart. He looked up and his expression changed slightly. I saw a ghost cloud quickly pressing down from above.
From the ghost cloud, a three-meter-six-meter-tall Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor rushed out, holding a broad sword and slashing straight down.
"Boom."
The concealment formation that enveloped Zhang Ruochen and others was like a bubble, which was broken open by its sword.
The old man with seven hands quickly mobilized his mental power, pointed out a finger, and a pillar of flame light emerged from his fingertips, hitting the Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor. The Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor blocked his sword, and his broad sword turned into a shield. He flew out diagonally and landed on the huge stone platform above the right side of Zhang Ruochen and others.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor and muttered to himself: "It's a ghost servant. It seems we have been discovered!"
He had met the ghost servant of Qian Mo on Ice King.
The ghost cultivator who has survived nine ghost tribulations is the supreme state.
From above, Yuan Qianmo's slightly smiling voice sounded: "I know who is following behind sneakily. It turns out to be you, Zhang Ruochen. You are really courageous."
Yuan Ji laughed: "Since he took the initiative to seek death, it saved us a lot of trouble."
Yuan Qianmo is in the center, and more than ten other powerful men from the Temple of Death are lined up, appearing on the huge stone steps twelve feet above Zhang Ruochen and others, looking down at them.
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Tonight I sorted out various characters and read many previous chapters. It was already 11 o'clock before I knew it, so the update was late, and this chapter only has 2,000 words. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com