The huge blood-colored altar resembles the remains of several pre-ice ice ages in ancient history, full of mystery and mystery.

Xiaoyao wanted to find the dark river, and return the same way to find another way out, but he could not find it again.

The undercurrents stretched as far as the eye could see, and the bloody light covered the top of the lake, like a layer of fog, full of unknowns.

"It is rumored that the Forest of No Return has been immortal, and countless Tianjiao have buried their bones here, and there is too much history buried here, and saint-level creatures dare not say that they can step on the Forest of No Return!"

"Thousands of years have passed, I'm afraid no one knows about this altar, you can imagine how tragic this ancient battlefield was in the past. ”

Although Xiaoyao was very worried about being here, he still couldn't help but sigh.

"If the scene that comes to mind in my mind is a picture that has happened before, then this altar is too unbelievable, I'm afraid even those saints can't do such a trick, right?"

"Maybe it was built by immortals, but if it was built here, it is impossible that there is no record in ancient history!

Puzzled!

Now the blood-colored altar seems to be slowly recovering, except for the changes in front of him, nothing strange has happened, which makes Xiaoyao secretly relieved.

After careful consideration, he felt more and more that this place was extraordinary, and that this blood-colored altar and the killing sword that might not exist were definitely very big.

Xiaoyao had read some ancient books about Feixian Ridge in the Nine Pole Peaks, and he could be regarded as having a certain understanding of Feixian Ridge, but what he saw and heard today drew a question mark on it.

Xiaoyao couldn't go at this time and couldn't find a result, so he continued to focus on those ancient corpses, hoping to find some clues to solve the doubts in his heart.

And if the group of supreme beings in the picture in his mind are real, then aren't these ancient corpses that are all over and over all over the place?

And these people are undoubtedly Tianzhong figures, and their cultivation is even more unfathomable, and the worst estimate is that they are all at the level of a sage, and they may look for it here, and they will harvest unexpected surprises.

Effortlessly resisting the pressure of the blood-colored altar, he slowly came to an ancient corpse.

Staring at the corpse wrapped in blood mist, Xiaoyao's heart was extremely uneasy, and he tried to convince himself and stretched out his hand to explore.

Before his hand touched the corpse, as soon as he touched the blood mist, Xiaoyao felt an extremely strong killing aura surging into his body.

To devour his consciousness, confuse his perception, and turn him into the next corpse.

However, Xiaoyao had already prepared, mobilizing the aura in the sea of gods to rush to the Bodhi tree, and under the swaying of the Bodhi tree, a hazy light sprinkled down.

The mind is empty, as if there is nothing around, no longer affected by the killing qi, and everywhere the palm goes, the killing qi dissipates, and this Bodhi tree is like its nemesis.

It has to be said that the role of the linden tree is too great and its value is immeasurable.

The killing aura dissipated, and the ancient corpse finally revealed its true face, this is a lifelike human body, full of flesh and blood, if you inadvertently, you may think that this is a living person.

It was a friar, with a lovely appearance and a delicate appearance, as if she were asleep.

The moment her hand touched the corpse, the flesh-and-blood friar suddenly shriveled, and then the flesh withered, turning into a skeleton of white bones.

When the lake rippled, it shattered and turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind. “

"The power of time is the most terrifying, thousands of years have passed, no living soul can be immortal, but it is a pity that this person is a generation of heroes. Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh.

"Presumably, this corpse was wrapped in a mysterious killing aura, and it has been preserved intact until now, and after the killing aura dissipates, it naturally cannot exist in the world forever. ”

"The killing aura has been eroded by the years, several ancient histories have passed, and even these strongest people have turned into ashes, and the killing aura still exists and has not been completely wiped out. ”

"It's hard to imagine how terrifying the killing aura here was in the past, I'm afraid that a wisp of it would be enough to wipe out a heaven and earth!"

"The linden tree is a good thing!"

Xiaoyao is not willing to return empty-handed, such an opportunity is not available at any time.

He peeled back several ancient corpses in a row, and each time the killing aura dissipated, a lifelike ancient person would be revealed.

But in the end, it will only be an instant, and there will be nothing left.

In fact, he found something in the same place, but it was no different from scrap copper and rotten iron, which was once a powerful weapon of the strongest.

But under the erosion of a long time, it is also completely crushed, and the dust returns to the dust.

"Hey, it's a shame that these things will never be able to regain their glory in my hands again. ”

Xiaoyao covered his face with his hands, and his heart was distressed, and he looked indescribably funny.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoyao felt the strange change of the altar again, coming from the center of the huge altar, his face sank, this unknown danger was the most terrifying!

The altar emitted a tremendous pulling force, causing Xiaoyao to fly upside down towards the altar, about to sink in, as if this force was aimed at Xiaoyao.

The surrounding lake and ancient corpses were not affected in any way, and the ancient well was not waveless.

Xiaoyao was shocked, the sea of gods boiled and moved, the true qi gushed out, and the divine power was exhausted, but he still couldn't get rid of the shackles of the altar, as if he had a strange magic power, and absorbed him.

"Bang"

He fell to the ground heavily, and at this moment he was already inside the altar, which was endlessly empty, indescribably cold and silent, groggy and faintly visible.

Xiaoyao didn't move half a step, and he had to be careful to even lift his fingers, and it was silent and hollow.

It's like a "sub-world", but it's lifeless, and time seems to stop there.

Is this the end of the world?

"I want Xu Xiaoyao to indulge in the sky, I just set foot on the invincible road, and I haven't become holy yet, how did I fall into this ghost place... I don't want to die...", I sighed in a whisper.

"Why is the altar changing one after another? Is it because I touched the blood on the ciphertext?"

A faint haze shrouded in the empty altar, very hazy, with no end in sight, and at the same time it also lingered in the heart of the free, this ancient battlefield and the altar were full of fog.

"Click"

There was a jade-like sparkling skeleton on the ground, which was shattered by the carefree trampling, lying there quietly, and with a little touch, it turned into flying ashes.

But he was not wrapped in the aura of killing, and he was completely different from those ancient corpses outside.

"This person must have been extremely powerful in his life, and if he can enter here, he is probably even stronger than those ancients outside, he is not wrapped in the killing aura, and his bones are actually preserved!"

"The most terrifying thing is that he is born with jade bones, which is a symbol of a special physique, and his combat power is unmatched after Dacheng, and his physical body is almost immortal. ”

Xiaoyao was very surprised, and squatted down, wanting to take a closer look at the jade bones.

Suddenly, a terrible thought arose.

"This person has not been eroded by the killing aura and is sitting here, does that mean that this person is like himself, strayed into the ancient battlefield, and then was sucked into this altar, and died depressed in this dark space of unknown origin?"

There is still a trace of dark light flowing on the jade bone, which seems to tell the strength of this person in the past, and this jade bone has not been completely wiped out for thousands of years.

The person who can keep the jade bones is definitely the strong man of the Gaidai generation from endless years ago, but when he died, he was so depressed that he was not known by the world, and he sat down depressed.

You can imagine his kind of Tianjiao who dominates the world is trapped here, but he can't get out of the loneliness and regret.

Xiaoyao was in a heavy mood, but he didn't want to wait for death like this, so he had to move forward in one direction, hoping to see the blue sky through the clouds.

Soon after, he found a few dry bones again, just like the jade bones, the bones of the bones sat cross-legged, and the bones of the hands stretched out to the sky, full of unwillingness and sorrow.

In front of the dry bone, there was a weapon inserted into the ground, and it was no longer clear what kind of spiritual weapon it was, but the ground was engraved with a string of words.

"Demon sword, don't hold it... Buddhism... Asura..."

The text was incomplete, and I could only vaguely guess such a few words.

"Demon sword? Could it be that the divine sword that exudes a murderous aura with a blood-red body?"

"It is recorded that the land of Buddhism is in the land of Middle-earth, and no one can say how far away it is from Feixian Ridge, but it is rumored that even the sages cannot cross it in a short time. ”

"Many monks are extremely poor and cannot go to the prosperous Buddhist Zen land in their lifetime, and there are many Buddhist cultivators in the Eastern Plains, but after all, they are not the mainstream, and there is no supreme inheritance and background. ”

"What is the purpose of the Buddhist font left by this person, and how can they be connected from the ends of the world?"

"What is Asura?" Xiaoyao was one head and two big, and the more he thought about it, the more he went inside, and he found that this place was even more amazing and mysterious than he imagined.

It is as if at this time, a portal that has disappeared from several ancient histories is slowly opening, and he is witnessing the mystery and the past.

Xiaoyao was found again near this ancient corpse, which were three relics that existed in several Buddha robes. As soon as the escape approached, something strange happened.

The Bodhi tree in the sea of gods is shining all around, and a Bodhi phantom appears behind the Xiaoyao, and there is a Zen rhyme.

Then the dim three relics bloomed with a surging golden light, floating in the air, and bursts of Buddha sounds came out, which was extremely peaceful.

The qi engines between the two are intertwined with each other, and there is no exclusion.

After a short time, the three relics were wrapped in the breath of the Bodhi tree, and went straight to the bottom of the main tree, that is, a free mouth of the sea of gods.

The three relics emitted a faint Buddha light under the Bodhi tree, standing still.

"This...", Xiao Yao was stunned, and he didn't know what to say.

This relic doesn't look like those spiritual weapons, it has been turned into scrap metal.

But what is certain is that these three relics are left behind by the masters of Buddhism, and these relics contain the Dharma of the Buddha's life, and there may be some Buddhist scriptures.

It's a pity that the relics are under the Bodhi tree, and there is no movement, let alone a way to cultivate.

And the robe of the Buddha Gate turned to ashes after the relics left.