At the same time as the Dark Altar was raised, Yichen and the others felt an irresistible domineering suction coming from above the Dark Altar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under this terrifying suction, the fusiform object with a radius of ten zhang was like an extremely tiny dead leaf, and it fell uncontrollably towards the dark black altar.

The people who were on the fusiform object felt that their whole body and flesh were going to fall apart under this terrifying suction, and even their souls were about to leave their bodies.

The evil god that Qi Xuan had transformed was so terrifying and powerful, but under this terrifying suction, his body was pulled towards the dark black altar little by little.

Seeing that the powerful evil god was still unable to resist this terrifying suction, the horror of this dark black altar in the hearts of Yichen, Jingyi, and Ye Rushan once again rose to an unimaginable level.

Lan Xiaosheng and the others' faces remained unchanged, as if they had already expected the situation in front of them, only to see a purple prismatic crystal the size of an egg appear in Lan Xiaosheng's hand at some point.

There was no trace of brilliance on the surface of this purple crystal, but there was a flow of purple energy in it, and in the flowing purple energy flow, there were countless purple points of light looming, like stars in the vast starry sky.

As soon as the purple crystal appeared, it flew towards a prismatic groove in the center of this fusiform object, after the purple crystal was embedded in the prismatic groove, a series of mysterious purple gold formations appeared on the fusiform object, and after absorbing the energy of the purple crystals, these purple gold formations burst out with purple gold divine light that people could not look at directly.

After revealing the purple gold formation, the fusiform object finally stopped its falling momentum and isolated the terrifying suction. Without the influence of this terrifying suction, if Yichen, Jingyi, and Ye Rushan were amnesty, their minds relaxed and found that their bodies had already been wet with cold sweat.

Far from being affected by the Dark Altar, the fusiform object turned into a streamer of light and rushed towards the place where the Holy Flame was. The Holy Flame was greatly damaged in the previous battle, and at this moment it had been pulled to the edge of the Dark Altar by that terrifying suction, and it was about to be swallowed by the Dark Altar, and at this moment, a fusiform object appeared out of thin air, bringing the Holy Flame to the sky.

The Holy Flame Jian fell on the shuttle-shaped object, and the spirit of the Jian appeared in the form of a red-clothed Taoist boy, whose face was pale and without a trace of blood, obviously extremely injured.

However, the red-clothed Dao boy ignored his own injuries, and instead looked at Lan Xiaosheng and the others with shocked eyes, "Actually...... It's actually a streamer and a shuttle. ”

Even an ancient existence like the Holy Flame Jian couldn't help but tremble after seeing this fusiform object clearly, and it was conceivable that this streamer breaking through the sky must be a treasure against the sky.

The Streamer Shuttle led everyone to break through the suction of the dark altar, and was about to shoot towards the sky, when Yichen shouted, "Take Qi Xuan with you." ”

Lan Xiaosheng and the others turned a deaf ear and did not let the streamer break the shuttle stop, the speed of the streamer shuttle was unimaginable, and in the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared from this world.

The streamer broke through the air, Yichen walked in front of Lan Xiaosheng, the Holy Demon Sword pointed at Lan Xiaosheng's heart, his eyes were blood-red, his whole body was churning with murderous intent, and the whole person fell into a state of madness, "I asked you to bring Qi Xuan with you, why don't you stop, believe it or not, I killed you." ”

The horror of the Dark Altar is clear to anyone on the Streamer Shuttle, if there is no Streamer Shuttle, everyone will have to fall on the Dark Altar and become the energy that drives the terrifying array. Although Qi Xuan was incarnated as an evil god, he was obviously unable to resist the terrifying suction released by the Dark Altar, and he would definitely be swallowed by the Dark Altar.

Yichen and Qi Xuan are like brothers, even if Qi Xuan turned into an evil god and slaughtered the martial artists of the Yuanwu Continent, Yichen always firmly believed that it was not Qi Xuan's original intention.

Thinking that Qi Xuan was going to be swallowed by the Dark Altar, from now on, there was no longer such a person as Qi Xuan in the Vast Continent and even in the Endless Universe, and there was not even a trace of existence to be found, this kind of result was unacceptable to Yichen no matter what.

"Impossible!" Lan Xiaosheng has always obeyed Yichen's orders, but this time Lan Xiaosheng not only did not obey Yichen's orders, but even rejected Yichen outright.

"Then you should die. Yichen lost all his senses, and the tip of the Holy Demon Sword pierced into Lan Xiaosheng's chest, and a wisp of bright red blood flowed out of Lan Xiaosheng's chest, slowly dripping down the Holy Demon Sword.

The piercing coldness from the Holy Demon Sword spread all over Lan Xiaosheng's body, watching the Holy Demon Sword pierce into his chest inch by inch, Lan Xiaosheng's eyes did not change, but slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the Holy Demon Sword to completely submerge into his heart, and his resolute intention was revealed.

Seeing this, the rest of the people hurriedly spoke out to stop them, except for Jing Yi and Ye Rushan, the other nine people all knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "The young master has mercy under the sword, and we are also acting in accordance with the orders of the hall master." ”

Yichen was shocked when he heard the sound, the madness in his eyes was slightly weaker, the Holy Demon Sword was slowly pulled out of Lan Xiaosheng's body, and his blood-red and cold eyes glanced at the top ten demon generals of the Wuji Demon Palace, and said coldly: "Send me back, you can leave him alone, but I'm Yichen, I must not watch him being devoured." ”

Lan Xiaosheng's chest was bleeding, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, his eyes stared directly at Yichen, "Impossible, we can't disobey the order of the hall master, even if you execute all ten of us, we will still have three words, no...... Can...... Yes. ”

"However, before that, we must send you to the hall master, and if the young master wants us to die, we should decide in the eyes of the young master. ”

After Lan Xiaosheng finished speaking, his eyes suddenly burst out, and he shouted: "Do it." ”

With Lan Xiaosheng's loud shout, the ten demon generals of the Infinite Demon Hall shot at the same time, and under the simultaneous suppression of the ten Divine Ability Realm martial artists, Yichen was suddenly imprisoned by a force that made him unable to resist.

Under this imprisoning force, no matter how much Yichen struggled, it was useless, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was full of images of Qi Xuan being swallowed by the Dark Altar.

He seemed to see Qi Xuan looking back at him and smiling indifferently before being swallowed by the Dark Altar, Qi Xuan's mouth moved, as if he had said something to him, but he couldn't hear what Qi Xuan was saying. Then, he saw Qi Xuan give up all resistance, allowing the Dark Altar to devour him, his body falling apart and turning into nothingness.

Such a picture kept repeating itself in Yichen's mind. Suddenly, Yichen's body trembled violently, and this scene surprised Lan Xiaosheng and the others.

What Lan Xiaosheng and the others didn't know was that as Yichen's whole body trembled, Yichen's mind seemed to have a sharp blade slashed, making his head extremely painful.

Some images that did not belong to Yichen's memories flashed intermittently in Yichen's mind.

In these pictures, he saw the blood of the Yuanwu Continent, countless warriors one after another, and the demons from outside the territory of the bloody battle, he saw a peerless war demon war extraterritorial monster power, in that battle, the peerless war demon can collapse the sky and the earth with a raised hand, the pride is soaring, and the fighting spirit is not extinguished.

Then the screen turned, and he saw a corpse king hall. In the corpse king's hall, a majestic figure stood proudly, there were countless sarcophagi in front of him, and behind him, there was a skeleton with a dark red body.

The majestic figure in the picture, his hands kept depicting mysterious trajectories in the void, but at this time, the picture disappeared, and another slightly blurred picture appeared in Yichen's mind.

In this slightly blurred picture, he saw the majestic figure coming out of the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Land stained with blood, and behind him, a strange and terrifying big hand chased after him, and where the big hand passed, the void shattered, and countless void black holes appeared.

The image disappears again, and the next thing that appears is a high mountain, and there are three bloody coffins on top of the mountain. When the picture of three bloody coffins appeared in Yichen's mind, an extremely sad emotion emanated from Yichen's body.

The sadness of this emotion deeply infected everyone on the Streamer Shuttle, even Lan Xiaosheng and other martial artists who cultivated in the Divine Power Realm were immersed in this sad emotion and couldn't extricate themselves.

Their eyes, I don't know when tears flowed, in this extreme sadness, they felt an indescribable touch, an indescribable touch.

Fragmented and chaotic images kept coming to Yichen's mind, giving him a splitting headache. Sometimes he felt that these images were familiar, and sometimes they felt strange and distant.

In those mutilated and chaotic pictures, there was always a majestic figure, and every time he tried to see the person clearly, the picture suddenly disappeared.

He vaguely felt that the majestic figure had some kind of connection with him, but he couldn't tell what the connection was, as if there was a layer of confusion blocking everything.

There are more and more fragmented images in Yichen's mind, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't connect those images together.

As time passed, Yichen's whole person fell into confusion, and in the confusion, he kept repeating a sentence.

"Who is he? Who am I?"