In the underground secret cave leading to the dark altar, several teams of elite disciples of the inner gate of the Wuding Divine Dragon Immortal Sect were closely guarding each level.

The entrance is just a few hundred meters away.

There are as many as ten levels.

The order they received was:

Any secret password or special token that cannot be confirmed, no matter what the identity, will be killed.

"Everyone, pay attention, this is the most critical juncture, and any omission will be unforgivable! Keep your eyes open, and never let any suspicious person enter. Even if the elder of the sect is not here, he must repeatedly search his body before entering the dark altar, verify the password, and finally obtain the permission of the door master himself before he can be allowed to enter. Disciples and Dharma protectors who lead the team listen, no one is allowed to leave their posts without authorization, no matter what the reason! You supervise each other, and if there is any abnormality, report it immediately!"

The person in charge of the security of the entire dark altar passage was Elder Chijiao.

He is also the most trusted right-hand man of the door owner.

The rest of the elders.

If you don't send to guard the positions in various places on the mountain, you will follow the golden-robed ancestor and participate in the resurrection of the divine dragon sacrifice.

Elder Chijiao, whose eyes were like two points of ghost fire, had cultivated powerful visual techniques, and his eyes were even more powerful than the compound eyes of insects in capturing the enemy's movements. Combined with the various traps and the remnants of the ancient magic circle in the dark altar passage, even if Elder Chijiao knew that the various immortal cultivators had already been allowed to attack the mountain gate outside, he was confident that he would hold on until the divine dragon revived and broke through the ground.

Stand beside Elder Chijiao.

There are also four masters who are advancing and retreating together with the Wuding Divine Dragon Immortal Gate.

They are usually too deeply involved in the interests of the Wuding Shenlong Immortal Sect, they have become one early, and it is difficult to separate, and there is no choice at all in this confrontation.

There are also the wives and children of the owner, although they are expatriates, they are actually a family that depends on each other. Dragon Hidden Valley is coming, and even if they don't want to face it head-on, they will not survive.

In such a situation.

They naturally go one way to the dark.

Firmly stand in the camp of the Wuding Divine Dragon Immortal Gate, and resolutely fight to the end with the side of the Dragon Hidden Valley.

Of course.

That's how they stand in line.

There is also an extremely important reason.

That is, their relationship with the Wuding Divine Dragon Immortal Gate is too close, and the fact that the Ancient Sealed Divine Dragon has supreme power, they don't say it on the surface, but they are very clear in their hearts. Who would go against the Wuding Shenlong Xianmen, who was destined to become the winner? Betraying the Shenlong, isn't that looking for death?

If the dragon is out.

The whole world will be unified.

Wuding Shenlong Xianmen will control the world's bull ears in the future, how can they not take the lead and grasp this upcoming dragon skill?

"You don't have to panic, I know that those guys in Longyin Valley have sneaked in using magic tricks, but there are key magic circles guarding all over the mountain, and they want to capture our Wuding Shenlong Immortal Gate, it's not so easy! They came just in time, the recovery of the divine dragon will definitely need a lot of flesh and blood, they are the best meal! We are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, even if we let them capture our main center, so what? After we win, we can rebuild at any time! It is not enough for them to consume human lives to capture our main hall, they also have to storm the Ming Altar to detect the flaws! With Elder Prison Niu here, the Ming Altar should be worry-free!" Elder Chijiao was very confident in the Elder Prison Niu who was also loyal to guarding the Ming Altar.

Elder Chijiao walked back and forth, repeatedly instilling a set of theories that 'the Ming Altar has a magic array to hold, and it is as stable as Mount Tai'.

The people who can be stationed here are all the core disciples of the sect.

Usually brainwashed early is extremely fanatical.

Hear encouragement.

An inexplicable excitement appeared on their faces, and they longed for the enemy to immediately touch in, so that they could kill the enemy leader and make great contributions to the sect.

At a depth of 5,000 meters, there are three forks in the secret cave, and the forks are engraved with the carvings of fish, snakes and deer, and the directions are arranged on the left side of the fish, the middle of the snake, and the right side of the deer. Except for the three creature inscriptions, there is no similarity or difference between the three forks, and even if someone breaks into this place, it is impossible to determine which passage leads directly to the dark altar.

Then penetrate the formation and go about 4,000 meters down.

There's a huge space.

The rock is dark red.

It is like the formation of lava from the underworld.

In the heart of the cave, there are old men sitting cross-legged in a circle.

There was a basin of blood in front of them, and in the basin of blood, the blood was constantly bubbling like a furnace heating.

There was a handsome man in a golden robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were peaceful, like a hermit who saw through the world and only wanted to be a rural farmer, but between his eyebrows, there was a faint arrogance that looked down on the world. No matter how approachable his expression is, the detachment that comes out of his bones makes the people around him can't help but bow down.

"The decisive moment has arrived!" The handsome man pursed the corners of his lips: "Although the destiny of heaven returns, there will be tribulations in everything prosperous in the world, and we must go all out in this battle, not careless!"

"Yes. Hidden in the darkness of the cave, there were still several people, and they greeted the handsome man in the golden robe.

"Where is the master?" asked the golden-robed man.

"The resurrection of the divine dragon is imminent, and the door master is personally guarding the sealed place. A particularly hoarse voice in the darkness replied slowly, like a frustration.

"Very good, the door master is cautious, and it is natural for him to go to the sealed place to guard it!" The golden-robed man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he was not interested in the door master's move of snatching credit from the divine dragon, his voice was gentle and calm, and he even opened his mouth to praise the door master for acting cautiously, and the few people who were hidden in the darkness were confused. The master of the door is obviously a guard, but he is really grabbing merit, why is the Holy Ancestor so generous? Could it be that the Holy Ancestor has already calculated and has everything under control, so he is so confident?

"......" A few people in the darkness didn't dare to answer easily, for fear of saying too many mistakes, so they had to be silent.

"You don't have to worry too much, just go according to plan!" the golden-robed man waved his hand nonchalantly.

In the darkness, a few people did not dare to stay.

Bow in unison.

Then each cast his own method, one by one, and quietly left.

The golden-robed man glanced around at the blood basin beside him, and suddenly used both hands to draw up all the blood in the blood basin, forming a boiling giant blood ball in mid-air, and then gently throwing it on the dark red ground. The ground was life-like, sucking up blood, and some of the blood that had not penetrated the rocks continued to flow, eventually forming a strange blood-red pattern.

It looks like a dragon pattern.

Like the head of the devil.

The golden-robed man took a deep breath and pressed his hands to the ground.

The ground glowed red, and the rock face even rose and fell with the breath of the golden-robed man, until the blood pattern was completely attracted by the rock.

"You continue the blood sacrifice, and you must not relax for a moment!" The golden-robed man withdrew his palm, his mane faintly sweating, and he moved slightly just now, as if he was doing an ultra-high-intensity exercise. The old men who sat in a circle, and no one answered, they got up silently, holding the empty blood basin, and walked into the darkness.

When they reappeared, the blood basin in their hands was full of blood.

A dozen old men sat cross-legged.

Frowns are lowered.

Recite the incantation in your heart.

After a while, the blood basin in front of him bubbled again, and gradually boiled again.

The golden-robed man had finished breathing at this moment, and there was a mysterious dragon pattern flashing in his eyes, faintly giving birth to a devastating domineering energy, like a volcano about to erupt. The golden-robed man hurriedly closed his eyes, concentrating and holding down the vast energy. His tall and majestic body gave birth to a mountain-like aura, until he took a few deep breaths and hid his breath by luck, and the whole person returned to the leisurely elegance of a literati.

"Come!" the golden-robed man beckoned.

In the darkness in the distance, a shadow walked in a square step.

The appearance of this shadow is exactly the same as that of the golden-robed man in the field.

Whether it is the demeanor or the breath, there is no difference, and at first glance it looks more similar than the closest twin brothers in the world.

The golden-robed man didn't look at the shadow at all, he turned around and left directly, leaving a sentence when he stepped into the darkness: "The master of the door is suspicious, he will send someone to investigate, maintain the status quo, and do not reveal flaws!"

The shadow doesn't answer.

As if he didn't hear the command, he stood in the center of the blood basin, and his hands were also guided, slowly drawing the blood from the blood basin.

It also condensed into a giant blood cell in mid-air.

The same is done by throwing the ground for sacrifice.

Press your hands virtually.

When the pattern of the demon's head emerges, the body falls together, matching the rhythm of the ground......

After the sacrifice, the shadow looked as usual, and did not sweat like his main body. His eyes were also slightly golden, but it was a pity that those golden rays were plausible, condensed but not real, pure light, not the mysterious dragon pattern that naturally emanated from his body.

The old men who had sat in a circle stood up again, one by one, and the fish penetrated into the darkness.

Come out again.

They each carried a basin of blood, repeating the previous blood sacrifice.

Deep underground, about six kilometers laterally from the red rock cave, there is an even wider cave square.

The square is pitch-black and lined with stone pillars carved with animal motifs and strange runes that are difficult to identify.

Dozens of people stood in the center of the square.

In front of them were five bronze tripods beyond imagination.

Each big tripod can hold at least 10,000 catties, especially the giant tripod in the center, which is more than three times that of the four big tripods.

Inside them.

Without exception, all were filled with blood.

In the crowd, a tall man wearing a golden mask inspected the blood in the ding, his eyes were as sharp as electricity, his momentum was like a lion, and there was a kind of overlord divine power in his gestures. He was accompanied by two handsome young guards and two good-looking and elegant maids, who were always walking in step of the way wherever he went.

"The revival ritual has begun, there is no power in the world that can be reversed, this battle, we have won!" A middle-aged man with delicate eyebrows and a little pale face slowly shook his fan, this person was like a weak scholar who had traveled from ancient times to modern times.

"Time is short, fortunately we won the bet!" The man beside him was a bearded man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his muscles and bones were like copper cast in iron.

"The door master is the one who belongs to the destiny of heaven, even if we don't do anything before, we will win in the end, but we don't push the celestial phenomena, and there will be more twists and turns in the middle!" Another old man dressed as a goatee Taoist priest shook his head, and as soon as his words fell, the tall man wearing the golden mask immediately stretched out his hand to stop: "The words of the destiny of heaven, don't mention it again in the future! The Holy Ancestor will inevitably misunderstand when he hears it, as the door master, I am only focused on reviving the divine dragon, as for the rest, not in my heart!"

"Yes, the subordinates want to make a mistake, and ask the door master to forgive the sins!" The old man with the goatee raised his hand and saluted, but his expression was not respectful to the Holy Ancestor in the door master's mouth.

"The closer we are to recovery, the more cautious we must be! Everyone will act separately according to the plan, and the success or failure of this battle will determine the foundation of eternity!" The tall man in the golden mask said in a deep voice like iron, waving his hand, and asked his loyal followers to act according to the original plan: "Everyone, a hundred years of planning, success or failure is in hand, and it is up to you today!"

"I am willing to be the forerunner of the horse for the master of the door, and I will never give up!" the goatee, the bearded man, and the weak scholar all bowed to the ground and replied violently. (To be continued.) )