In that place just now, there was just no aura, although Zhang Heng felt a little weird, he was still able to adapt to it.

And gradually, not only was there no aura in the sky, but even the most ordinary air was gone, the more he walked forward, the more Zhang Heng had a depressed feeling, as a monk of the Yuan Dan Realm, his adaptability far exceeded that of ordinary mortals, but he still felt breathless.

And it seems that there is already a black aura between heaven and earth......

Zhang Heng knew that it was about to arrive.

Sure enough, after walking for another quarter of an hour, Wu Ya's figure stopped, looking ahead with some concern.

Zhang Heng also immediately retracted his figure.

Look ahead.

In front of them was a very wide platform, which was in a standard circle, and in the center of the circle stood a thick iron pillar carved with dense textures, which was ten feet high.

This pillar is constantly overflowing with a trace of black qi, and the oppressive aura between heaven and earth is leaking from here.

This huge circular platform, around the center of the circle, circled around the circle of mysterious stripes, these stripes have been flickering faintly.

The surrounding space was filled with a black aura, a light that seemed to be ready to go out at any moment, like a faint candle in a strong wind.

The entire platform is like a huge formation, and that big iron pillar is the core of the entire formation.

And around the pillar, there were four people sitting cross-legged.

One of them is the patriarch of the Wu tribe, Wuyun, and the remaining three, Zhang Heng doesn't know, they are three old men, and they are also three great monks who have completed the Tribulation Realm.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng understood that he still underestimated the strength of the Wu people.

However, Zhang Heng didn't think much about it, because only with such strength can they meet the setting, and only with such strong strength can they suppress it here for generations, so that the underground thing has not appeared for 60,000 years.

So that the outside world has been called peaceful.

At this moment, the four Tribulation Realm Consummation Cultivators, including the patriarch Wuyun, stared solemnly at the big iron pillar in the middle, and at the same time, they kept controlling their aura and applying it to the round pillar.

With the infusion of their aura, the ripples on the entire circular platform seemed to be brighter, and the texture on the iron pillar was constantly flickering, although this flickering was negligible.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng's mood was really dignified, at this moment, he felt like a thousand-pound hammer was pressed in his heart, making him unable to breathe, this feeling did not come from the pressure between heaven and earth, but from the scene in front of him.

He Zhang Heng is not a saint, he is not a peerless good person who takes saving the common people in the world as his mission, he is just an ordinary person, and he just wants to be an ordinary person.

Although the world regards him as the hope of opening the heavens in the Cultivation Immortal Continent, although if he can break the Heavenly Dao bellflower and reopen the Immortal Road, he will be able to benefit the billions of living beings in the Cultivation Immortal Continent, but Zhang Heng has never regarded any opening of the heavens as his own task, and he has no need or obligation to do anything for others.

He never wanted to be a savior hero, he just wanted to be an ordinary person, an ordinary little monk, he just wanted to live carefree according to the ideas in his heart.

Seeing this scene, he was still touched.

Because, although the four people on the circular platform were all great cultivators who had completed the Tribulation Realm, their aura was now extremely weak. There is not much life breath left on his body, and they are all looking old.

Zhang Heng now understands why the patriarch of the Wu clan is only six hundred years old this year, just like an old man over a thousand years old, his face is full of wrinkles, and his vitality is also slightly weak.

Because, they kept attaching their aura to the iron pillar, suppressing the things below, and even used their life force to increase the seal, and this behavior accelerated the passage of their lives.

made them what they are today.

The four great monks who have completed the Tribulation Realm, put them outside, each of them is a peerless powerhouse who stirs up a storm, each of them can be admired by the monks of the world, and each of them is a person who stands at the top of the continent.

Here, they are only equivalent to four ordinary people, four ordinary old people, old people in their last years.

Everything is because of this formation, or rather, because of what is suppressed under this formation.

Zhang Heng walked down heavily, and then bowed deeply to the four people.

"Patriarch, I'm here. ”

Zhang Heng said solemnly, this sentence was said to them for the monks all over the world.

"Son of Heavenly Dao, you have also seen the current situation, the aura of the demon clan is getting stronger and stronger, and I and the three Supreme Elders are about to be unable to suppress it, so please also assist me and the three Supreme Elders to seal this demon clan again. ”

While talking to Zhang Heng, Wuyun continued to walk the movements of his hands, now, the situation is urgent, and the demon clan may break through the seal at any time, so he does not dare to relax in the slightest.

"Patriarch of the Wu tribe, since I have come here, then I will not let you face it alone. Zhang Heng spoke firmly, and then he slowly walked to the middle of the circular platform.

He touched the big iron pillar in the middle.

There was a myriad of black aura leaking out of it, and the light on the stripes had dimmed to negligible.

And this black aura is the breath of the demon race.

What is suppressed under this formation is the demon race.

It is the alien race of the Outer Heaven and Earth-Demon Race, which destroyed the world 60,000 years ago, accidentally broke into the Cultivation Immortal Continent, and caused countless disasters.

It's that, Zhang Heng has come into contact with the breath of the demon clan countless times along the way.

Now, Zhang Heng understands everything.

The world only knows that 60,000 years ago, the demon clan invaded the world, and in order to save the world, the Qing Yangzi predecessors of the Qingfeng Holy Land at that time risked their lives, entered the Immortal Mountain, borrowed the forbidden power, and then sealed the demon race, sealed it in one place, and for 60,000 years, they could not appear again.

However, how vast the Immortal Cultivation Continent was, at that time, the Demon Race had already invaded every place in the Cultivation Immortal Continent, no matter how strong that forbidden power was, it was impossible to drive all the Demon Clans to the same place, and then seal them.

Therefore, there will always be some demons who escape.

And in the past 60,000 years, the reason why the demons have not reappeared is that those demons who escaped were secretly suppressed by some super powers.

And this Wu tribe is one of the places where the demon clan is suppressed.

Sixty thousand years ago, it was also the time when the Wu tribe was at its strongest, and at that time, their strength was already about the same as that of the Holy Land.

At that time, after the predecessors of Qing Yangzi suppressed most of the demons, there were still a small number of demons floating in the world.

Although most of those demons are not very strong, they will still pose a threat to the Immortal Cultivation Continent to some extent, and the demons are immortal and immortal in their understanding, so in order to protect the world, some super forces have taken the initiative to take on the responsibility and seal those demons floating in the world.

This is also the reason why the Wu people have been hidden for tens of thousands of years.

60,000 years.

For 60,000 years, they have been guarding here without much contact with the outside world, and this task has been passed down from generation to generation.

What perseverance this is.

In the past 60,000 years, the strength of the demon race has continued to grow stronger, and the strong people of the Wu tribe have to constantly apply spiritual energy to this sealing table, so the Wu tribe has gradually declined.

Therefore, in the past thousand years, the Wu tribe has really been isolated from the world, and they have put more energy into suppressing the demon race.

So far, it's really a little uncontrollable.

Zhang Heng had long known that the system had asked him to come to the Wu Clan because of the suppression of monsters here.

He understands that because it is rumored in the outside world that his blood has a suppressive effect on the demons, the patriarch of the Wu tribe will say that if he does not come, the patriarch of the Wu tribe will go to the outside world to find him in person.

But Zhang Heng originally thought that the suppressive power of the Wu tribe could be maintained a lot, but the situation was far worse than he thought.

The Uzbeks are a great people, and they deserve the admiration of all......

Therefore, Zhang Heng didn't want to waste any more time, he stared at the pillar in front of him, and then, raised his left hand.

On his left hand, there was a shocking scar, and although the wound had healed, the scar was still there.

Unexpectedly, I just experienced a big blood loss a few days ago, and now, I have to let blood again.

After slowing down, Zhang Heng smiled bitterly, let's bleed! It's not a big deal, you can make up for it slowly in the future.

When the husband is alive, he should do something and not do something.

Although Zhang Heng is not a saint who takes saving the people of the world as his own responsibility.

However, fate has given him this duty, and he will not shirk it.

The next moment, Zhang Heng's right hand was put together with his index finger and middle finger, aiming at the palm of his left hand, and the aura on it flashed, and then, the scar on his left hand cracked open again, and countless blood was slowly flowing out.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand to the large iron pillar.