Xuanhuo Altar.

Although it is a wooden door, it still feels heavy to touch, and under Baguio's force, the heavy and thick door on the Xuanhuo altar made a muffled "squeak" sound, and slowly pushed it in.

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.

Baguio 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. Baguio stood at the door, muttered for a moment, and finally walked in with his feet raised.

With another "squeak", the wooden door closed gently.

Baguio inhaled deeply, 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, Baguio discovered 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.

Baguio stared at the "flame", and the red light shone softly, reflecting in her eyes and the two foxes behind her.

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

Baguio stepped forward, towards the "flame" in the center of the 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.

"Master, this may be the place where my mother is being held, we need to be careful." The six-tailed spirit fox walking behind was naturally completely immune to these flames because of his Xuanhuo protective body, but when he thought of the inheritance of the Incense Valley, he couldn't help but remind him.

Baguio nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

I saw that her brow couldn't help frowning, and her eyes had been withdrawn from the flame, looking at the ground.

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

At Baguio's feet, finger-thick nicks appeared on the stones, extending to both sides, but they looked crooked and uneven. In the place one foot in front of Baguio, the same finger-thick notch, on the hard red stone, the dragon and snake are brushed, forming a one-foot-sized pattern.

That's a god!

A deity that even Baguio had 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 deity is very different from that of humans, with four arms on its torso, which is as strong as a tiger and leopard, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other; Of the remaining two hands, one grasped a painfully twisted human body, which seemed to be screaming to the sky; And the other hand gently held up an object, dripping with blood, it was actually a human heart.

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. Baguio felt that madness so truly and incrediblely, 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!

Baguio inhaled deeply, deeply, almost subconsciously, as she mentally merged the sculptor 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 nick was still stretching on the ground, and Baguio 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 Baguio is almost certain that the carvings on the ground are all 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, Baguio can't understand it for a while.