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Text Chapter 129 Dragon Bone Thunder Field, Ancient Altar

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    As time goes by, the call from the underworld becomes clearer and more urgent. The blood-yellow underworld water is rippling gently, like a ghost in the abyss of the netherworld emitting a silent roar, summoning the wandering souls who have left their hometown.  The ghosts of the past!  There was a solemn look on Long Xuan's face, as if he had made up his mind. With a movement of his hands, the black and white energy came out, pulling the unconscious Lu Xueqi into his arms.  Then, he raised his eyebrows, and a series of obscure and mysterious mantras were recited from his mouth. An icy blue light as bright as a star enveloped him, and he sank straight into the cold blue water, as if he was throwing fire.  Like a moth, full of determination!  The bank of the clear water and cold pool fell into silence again. Even the brilliance of the crescent moon in the sky seemed to be gradually dimming. A dark and strange atmosphere of death once again enveloped this ancient place where no one has set foot!  ¡­¡­¡­¡­ Lu Xueqi felt that her body was getting colder and colder, down to her bones. It seemed that even her soul was trembling and shuddering under the coldness that destroyed all things. Unprecedented fatigue and sleepiness emerged from the depths of her heart.  It was carving and biting deeply, leaving her unable to muster any strength!  But strangely, she didn¡¯t have the slightest fear, as if there was some inexplicable power guarding her body, as ethereal as a dream but as solid as a giant mountain!  She groaned, but her consciousness gradually became clearer. Little by little, she opened her eyes with difficulty - what was reflected in her eyes was the dim glow of the dome and the sky, misty and deep, as if the ancient abandoned clan was reminiscing.  Recalling the glory of the past and telling the desolation of the past!  The dark wind howled, shrill and erratic, like a devil's breath and a faint elegy, with an icy chill, echoing between heaven and earth.  "Xueqi, are you feeling better?" The soft words rang in her ears. Lu Xueqi was startled. There was still a child-like innocent and confused expression on her stunning face. She slowly raised her head and met Long Xuan's concerned expression.  Their eyes met in mid-air!  "Yeah!" She nodded slightly and looked at Long Xuan's naked upper body. Her delicate earlobes couldn't help but have a faint blush, like crystal clear ruby.  She looked around, her jade face almost turned pale instantly, and she took a breath of cold air - This was a vast plain with no end in sight, the air was filled with bloody hot wind, the ground was pitted, and countless desolate skeletons were in accordance with the rules.  A mysterious pattern is arranged on the ground, with dark blue bone spurs growing upside down on their backs. Their deep and hollow eyes, as if there are ice-like eyes, are describing the tragedy and sorrow of the martyrs!  Even though tens of millions of years have passed, these ancient holy skeletons still retain a heart-stopping, majestic and oppressive majestic pressure. Inexplicable ferocity and madness follow the bright purple and mysterious lines shining with faint thunder under their bodies.  , like a surging tide, converging all the way to an ancient and dilapidated altar in the center of the plain!  "Whereis this place?" Lu Xueqi was silent for a while, and finally came back to her senses from the miserable environment like Shura purgatory. An inexplicable look flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she asked quietly.  There was no sadness or joy on Long Xuan's face. He looked up at the dark and distant dome of the Holy Tomb, sighed softly, and said quietly: "If nothing else happens, this should be the Dragon Bone Thunder Domain" He didn't say anything.  After that, his expression suddenly froze. At this moment, the dragon head totem on his arm seemed to revive, causing the muscles on his arm to twist slightly, gradually turning red, and accompanied by the extreme burning pain.  All over his body.  The ferocious dragon's mouth opened slightly and let out a silent roar. The lifeless dragon's eyes were filled with blood, as if filled with complex human emotions, and it was also looking at the ruined altar in the center of the plain!  He let out a soft cry and clenched his teeth unconsciously. He felt an indescribable sadness and anger rising from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by an unparalleled murderous intent that wanted to destroy the world and destroy the world, rushing straight to his forehead.  At this moment, a white and gentle hand stretched out from the side to support him. At the same time, a very familiar breath of true energy from the same sect came slowly from the palm, which was "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tao".  ", Moisturizer silently helped him calm the surging blood in his body!  "What's wrong with you? It seems like you've beenweird ever since you came to the edge of the cold pool of clear water?" Lu Xueqi stared at him quietly, her voice as light as water appearing erratic in the biting wind, and the dimming of the sky.  The light reflected in her eyes was like two burning pale flames!  "If it's not convenient to say it, then forget it, I'm just just a little scared" She smiled sadly, lowered her head slightly, a flash of dejection and self-mockery flashed across her beautiful jade face, slender and fair.  Her bare hands slowly retracted, retracted into her sleeves, clenched into fists, and her nails dug deeply into her skin without even realizing it!  The corner of Long Xuan¡¯s mouthHe moved, as if hesitating, as if struggling, and finally said softly: "I'm sorry for making you worry!" He spoke very slowly, as if he had been considering every word in his mind for a long time before he slowly said:  "When I was in coma, there seemed to be a desolate and inexplicable power rising from my blood, and then I felt the Dragon Bone Thunder Domaincalling me!" He closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his fingers,  Pointing to the dilapidated altar in the distance, she murmured as if in a dream: "There, right there, there seems to be an ancient thing that has a lot to do with me, calling me!" Lu Xueqi was startled for a moment, and her pupils suddenly flickered.  Shrinking, a look of astonishment passed over her face. As an elite disciple of the Qingyun Sect, although she did not often walk in the land of China, she had also roughly dabbled in the only ancient books preserved by the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect - the power of blood.  This kind of mysterious thing is not something that normal monks can possess. The only ones who can possess this kind of forbidden power are the supreme and cruel ancient monsters and the blood descendants of ancient inheritance!  "It's a pity that these ancient ethnic groups disappeared a long time ago, and withered quickly like a flash in the pan. What remains in the classic epics is only a scratch, the tip of the iceberg!"  Those yellowed ancient books record the former glory and brilliance of these ethnic monks. It was a truly unparalleled power that shook the world, and was like a taboo that could arouse the jealousy of heaven!  The forbidden ancient ethnic group - is this his secret? No wonder he keeps hesitating to speak!  Lu Xueqi felt as if some pressure on her shoulders was suddenly relieved, and a trace of joy rose from the bottom of her heart to share a secret with him!  She pursed her lips slightly, and a silent smile appeared between her eyebrows, like the most delicate lily blooming in the dark night. She looked at Long Xuan, her eyes as gentle as lingering spring water, and said quietly: "Let's go! Let's go together.  Look!" With the words, she took a deep breath and walked resolutely in front of Long Xuan. The darkness dispersed in front of her like layers of mist, and the Tianya Divine Sword rose up with a dreamy halo.  , the back of the girl in white seemed to be a little more quiet and lonely, but she didn't hesitate at all!  The darkness over there is like the eternal silent netherworld, like the barren tomb where the gods are buried, smiling coldly. I don¡¯t know how many unknown dangers and evil spirits are hidden in it, eager for the watering of blood!  "The road to heaven or the road to hell, she doesn't care about his identity or his ethnicity, so she walks with him!  In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could feel her fervent heart - holding her hand, I will never be alone!  "What a silly girl!" Long Xuan stared at her back quietly, his eyes a little blurry. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile. With a "clang" sound, the transformed Dragon Slaying Sword was suddenly unsheathed.  , the blood-colored halo spread across the sky and covered the ground, sweeping across the world, and the unparalleled sword power was swayed freely, as if longing for something!  The next moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot, flying into the distance like a floating ghost in the darkness!  Looking at this altar up close, you can't help but give people an extremely depressing feeling. Eight thick pillars rise into the sky, standing on the eight corners of the altar. Each pillar is carved with lifelike mysterious totems with bloody lines.  , the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and penetrates into the wood. The traces of time can be seen everywhere in the corners of the totem, revealing a hint of desolation and mystery!  Long Xuan and Lu Xueqi walked side by side, climbing up the majestic and wide steps of the altar. They climbed to the top of the altar and had a panoramic view of the patterns painted on the main body of the altar - "Is this?" Lu Xueqi's expression changed and she took a breath of cold air.  , almost subconsciously looking at Long Xuan's arms, he saw that the pattern engraved on the altar was exactly the same as the dragon head totem on Long Xuan's arm, except that one was bright purple and the other was blood red.  If there is any difference, it is nothing more than the style of painting!  The painting style of the dragon head totem on Long Xuan's body is thick and deep, as if it is compatible and continuous, faintly encompassing all things in the world; while the painting style of the dragon head totem on the altar is extremely sharp and unrestrained, as if the master who carved this altar suffered a lot when he was tattooing the totem.  Extremely painful!  Endless simplicity, endless chilling, endless resentment, the winding patterns unabashedly reveal the resentful mood of the mysterious master thousands of years ago. The blood dragon's eyes looked up at the stars on the dome, and the dragon's mouth  It was slightly opened as if roaring up to the sky, its ferocious fangs criss-crossed, vaguely carrying a hint of pride and ferocity that looked down upon the world!  "How is it?" Lu Xueqi's face was frosty, and the Tianya Sword in her hand was shining brightly, and it made a clear and clear sword chant. The divine sword seemed to have sensed an inexplicable danger, and then warned its master in this way.  Long Xuan frowned, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Let me try it!" After that, he slowly raised the dragon-slaying sword, and in Lu Xueqi's surprised eyes, he directly cut the dragon head on his arm.  Totem - "Roar!" There seems to be some wild and vicious creature somewhere.The ground roared, and the blue blood sprayed out, dripping on the altar, and then blended in silently!  The eternal wind stopped, the surging torrent of thunder also stopped, and everything calmed down. The ancient thunder dragon's desolate holy skeleton seemed to have come to life together, dragging its body armored with white bones and slowly stood up,  The head turned, and the deep eye holes looked at the altar and the two tiny figures!  "Kara Kara!" A dull roar roared in all directions. The eight totem pillars lit up one after another, and the blazing and boiling thunder light rose into the sky, like a world-destroying demon dancing wildly.  Endlessly, the endless hot flames fall like the bright sun and fall into the mortal world, blooming the most brilliant light and heat wantonly!  Long Xuan held the dragon-slaying sword and vaguely blocked Lu Xueqi behind him. There was no joy or sadness on his face, and he was indifferent and cold. His blood was also boiling, rushing in his veins in accordance with the rhythm of the totem pillar, with heat waves.  The blow on his face also reflected his more fanatical eyes - as if something connected to his blood was being bred from nothingness!
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