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"Squeak!"

Although it was a wooden door, it still felt heavy when it was started, and under the strength of Jun Wenxin, the heavy and thick door on the Xuanhuo altar made a muffled sound and slowly pushed it open.

Inside the door, a faint red light shone out, and the air around him seemed to rise a little more, and it was extremely hot.

Jun Wenxin frowned, his forehead was already slightly sweaty, and he unexpectedly remembered what he had heard on the side just now, that old man named Shangguan had been guarding this hot place for nearly a hundred years, and he really didn't know how he lived.

In the Xuanhuo Altar, it doesn't look bright, except for a glimmer of red light shining from nowhere, it seems to be more dark, and it doesn't match the heat around it.

Jun Wenxin stood at the door, pondered for a moment, and finally walked in with his feet raised.

"Squeak!"

With another sound, the wooden door closed softly.

Jun Wenxin took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and began to look around.

As I guessed when I saw this altar outside, it was really a huge hall inside, up to five zhang of space, the whole hall was circular, and the walls were the same as those seen outside, all of which were made of red rock, without any carving and decoration, unpretentious, but in the background of this huge space, there was an indescribable magnificent majesty, which made people feel that only this kind of plainness was the real supreme state of architecture.

Soon, Jun Wenxin found that the red light emanating from the entire hall came from the center of the hall.

The closer you get to the center of the main hall, the brighter it becomes, and from a distance, under the red light, it seems that a blazing flame is burning in the hall.

Jun Wenxin stared at the "flame", and the red light shone softly, reflecting in his eyes, and also shining on Xiaobai lying on his shoulder.

In the eyes of a man and a fox, at the same time, as if they were dyed red by something, there was a faint red flame burning.

Xiaobai's tail swayed slightly, and he seemed to be a little uneasy, and let out a low cry.

Jun Wenxin took a step, walked slowly towards the "flame" in the center of the main hall, and slowly walked towards the depths of the red light.

As we got closer to the "flame", the air around it became hotter and hotter, and at this moment, it was almost like being next to the lava underground.

In Jun Wenxin's mind, somehow, he suddenly remembered a past event that had been forgotten for a long time - under the Fire Dragon Cave, the magma lake that was even hotter than now, and the pair of fox demons who committed suicide by throwing themselves into the lake...

The thought flashed through him, and he suddenly stopped less than a foot from the center of the main hall.

Xiaobai turned his head to look at his master.

I saw Jun Wenxin frowning, his eyes had been withdrawn from the flame, and he looked at the ground.

On the flat floor made of red stones, a pattern appeared impressively.

Just at Jun Wenxin's feet, a finger-thick notch appeared on the stone, extending to both sides, but it looked crooked and uneven.

And in the place one foot in front of Jun Wen's heart and body, it is also the notch of the thickness of this finger, and the pen on the hard red stone blocks is a dragon and snake, forming a one-foot-sized pattern.

That's a god!

A deity that you have never seen or heard of before.

The vigorous nicks slowly extend on the ground, and the corners can be seen everywhere Traces of the Tempered by the Years, showing the long years of these patterns, revealing a hint of desolation.

The top of the god's head was hairless, but it had horns that were slightly curved like sheep's horns, and its face and eyebrows were similar to those of a human, except that under those eerie and hollow eyes, sharp fangs were clearly distinguished.

The carver even carved a few tiny holes next to the fangs, like blood dripping, adding a bit of ferocity and hideousness.

And the body of this god is very different from that of a man, with four arms on his torso as strong as a tiger and leopard, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and the other two hands, one of which grasps a painful and twisted human body, which seems to be screaming to the sky, and the other hand gently holds up an object, which is dripping with blood, and it is actually the heart of a man.

The original clumsy and desolate nick arrived here, and suddenly became angry and unrestrained, and the strength, the hatred in the deep heart, seemed to burst out all at once.

Jun Wenxin felt that madness so truly and incredibly, soaring in this moment.

The gentle nick instantly intensified, flying down from the torso, merging into the flesh of the vicious deity, turning into a raging flame.

The red light shone brightly, and the corner of the god's mouth seemed to have a sinister smile, as if it was about to break out of the ground and be resurrected!

Jun Wenxin inhaled deeply, deeply, almost subconsciously, and in his mind he merged the carver with the man who built this altar.

I can't imagine that there is such a great master in the world, and there is such a genius!

A picture seems to have taken away all the creation of the world!

The mark was still stretching on the ground, and Jun Wenxin involuntarily walked to the side, gradually discovering the second idol, the third idol, and finally, after circling around the red flame in the center, he found a total of eight images of the deity carved on the ground.

None of them are the same, but Jun Wenxin is almost certain that all the carvings on the ground are fierce gods.

In these images, man becomes a sacrifice to these gods, like food.

The entire hall was slaughtered at this moment, and it seemed that with the discovery of these images, something fierce in the dark roared low.

And on the periphery of these fierce god images, there is a notch that envelops them all, but it is not a complete circle, sometimes bent inward, sometimes churning outward, and Jun Wenxin can't understand it for a while.

At this moment, he returned to the first fierce god pattern, and after taking a deep look at this fierce god, he raised his head, and the burning "flame" appeared in front of him again.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a buzz in his mind, as if something was surging, a longing, a clear and evil energy, so quickly surging into his mind, fighting endlessly.

Almost at the same time, the images of the fierce gods around him suddenly seemed to come to life, and they flickered vaguely in front of his eyes.

The Zhuxian Ancient Sword hidden behind it gradually began to light up.

Jun Wenxin's breathing slowly became a little heavy, and suddenly, he shook his head heavily, forced himself to calm down, and then slowly walked towards the flame in the center.

It's just that he forgot to look at the fox Xiaobai lying on his shoulder.

In that pair of fox eyes, at this time, the white light appeared again, but behind the white fox, there were nine fox tails looming.

In a cold space on the upper floor, a huge white shadow shook slightly, and a woman's voice echoed: "This is mine..."

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