At the foot of Beimeng Mountain, the fire is like pulp, vertical and horizontal, this is another world, composed of countless caves, the vast Yan River is intertwined, stretching for thousands of miles.

Bang dang!

The sound of chains rang out, echoing in all directions, and there was a mournful roar from the depths.

The three of them entered, really shocked by the scene in front of them.

The fiery blood, the piercing nose and eyes, and the scrawny children, bound in chains and tied to the rock pillars.

The youngest of these children was only five or six years old, and the older ones were only ten years old.

"Mangshan, there is still a place like this..."

Wu Qiu muttered, her heart tumbling with horror, because she had never known that in the region of this Mangshan Mountain, under a certain mountain range, there was such a miserable cage.

A little girl, ragged, curled up under a rock pillar, with four heavy chains chained up and down, and a lot of blood on her body, apparently caused by struggle.

At this moment, she was closest to the three of them, and a pair of eyes looked at her, with anger, pleading, fear, and confusion.

"Beimeng Mountain is one, so are there other places?"

Wu Qiu walked over lightly, took out a handkerchief, and some elixirs to heal the little girl's wounds.

As for these chains, she had already noticed that they were made of an extremely rare type of yin iron, and even the leyline magma here could not be helped.

When the little girl saw someone coming, her eyes suddenly changed, turning bloody, and a pair of seemingly thin hands and claws went away, rolling up a blazing wind.

Wu Qiu's heart was stunned, and he reacted very quickly, and immediately retreated.

The chains clanged, the pillars trembled, and the little girl went crazy and screamed, and if it weren't for the chains, most of them would have rushed over.

"The Chains"

Ji Yi cast his gaze and stared intently at this iron chain.

There were so many people like this little girl around, and there were many pillars of rock, and on them were a small child, bound up, sometimes crying, sometimes screaming, sometimes going crazy.

However, whenever the chains were pulled, a trace of blood was drawn from the part that bound the limbs, and along the chains, it merged into the rock pillars.

This change is very inconspicuous, and ordinary people can hardly notice it, even Wu Qiu and Ye Nan have not noticed.

"You're here, I'll take a look"

Ji Yi laid out the original formation diagram on the ground and told the two not to walk around.

He needed to verify some of his guesses, about the previous Otto, about the spirits, and about the other side of the mountain.

That is, the so-called truth.

At the bottom of Beimeng Mountain, Ji Yi went deep, the pictures he saw were the same, and the sound he heard was similar, which made people worry and it was difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.

Eventually, he arrived at a place and saw a stone statue and was shocked.

God on all sides!

This is what he had encountered before, exactly the same as the stone statue in the ancient temple, with eight arms and eight weapons, all different, all sides and emotions, joy, anger and sorrow.

It's just that this stone statue is larger, dozens of zhang high, standing on the ground, the edges and corners are carved very delicately, like the ancient eight-armed god reappearing, majestic and extraordinary.

"That scroll is a fire map!"

Ji Yi was taken aback and stared at a long scroll on the third arm.

This is not a carved artifact, but a genuine picture, a fire suppression map!

The god with eight arms on all sides, the first arm holds the spear, the second arm holds the sword, the third arm captures the figure, the fourth arm holds the sword, the fifth arm holds the sword, the sixth arm holds the hammer, the seventh arm holds the flag, and the eighth arm holds the bow.

The other seven vessels are all carved, but the picture on the third arm is the real thing.

"The Red Blood Spear, the Fire Suppression Diagram, the two strongest artifacts of the Xuantu Clan in the past dynasties, could it be that the spear and the diagram in the hands of the eight-armed god are these two things?"

The eight-armed god comes from a great god clan in the era of gods and demons, and is an ancient god with a great origin, and is one of the overlords of that era.

Now, such gods appear in the wasteland, molded into statues, not only in ancient temples, but even in the depths of the earth.

Moreover, the eight-armed god in front of him is much more real than the outside world no matter how you look at it.

"The means of the people in the forbidden area"

Ji Yi walked over and noticed the words on the side of the stone statue, similar to tadpole scripts, as well as pictures, depicting a great battle.

In the sky, there was a huge meteorite, emitting red light, which came from afar and fell straight to the earth.

Someone ran, shouted, and rushed to an altar on the ground.

"Sacrifice of the living, in order to prevent natural disasters and calm the anger of the sky" Ji Yi whispered, he had seen such an altar in ancient books.

It's just that the altar here is a little different.

On the altar, there were rows of petite people side by side, barefoot, with their heads bowed, and not even a single strand of clothing on their bodies.

They stepped around the altar and lined up according to a certain pattern, and eventually, the altar glowed, and clouds of fire appeared on the screen, with three colors, enveloping the children.

"The ancient human sacrifice was to calm the anger of the heavens, so what are these people here for?"

Ji Yi's heart trembled, and he suddenly looked up at the stone statue.

He had a terrible guess that the so-called sacrifice was used to resurrect the eight-armed god!

"Roar!"

At the bottom of Beimeng Mountain, there was a loud noise from the depths, and there were rock walls collapsing on the side, and the long red river rolling in all directions.

The slurry splattered and scattered on the children who were bound in chains, burning them to charcoal.

This is too penetrating, and the miserable sound is repeated, which is shocking.

Ji Yi turned back from the depths, followed by a huge monster, which was the five owls they encountered that day!

"Shaojun?" Wu Qiu moved his double blades, striking left and right, and with a clang, he was directly bounced back.

The defense of the five owls was too terrifying, the four hooves were covered with a layer of scarlet hair, and there were golden scales on their backs, so they couldn't even hurt the treasure weapon, and they were directly shocked away.

"You go out first"

Ji Yi shouted, urging the primordial array on the ground, turning into a silver light blade, and rolling towards the five owls.

The light blade based on the Primordial Dao, combined with his interpretation scriptures, can disintegrate even an innate divine object.

The blades of light were blurred, flying piece by piece, really hurting the five owls, and the blood was all over the air, flashing with blazing light.

Seeing this, Wu Qiu gritted his teeth and returned from the same way with Ye Nan.

Ye Nan's Wood Refining Heaven has not yet cultivated to the depths, and it is impossible to deal with such a monster, not to mention that there is no forest tree here that can be used as a wood source.

As for herself, she knew in her heart that she didn't even grasp the situation at the moment, so it was better to stay there, so it was better to go outside and prepare some things, just in case.

Underground, the five owls went crazy, spitting out five kinds of divine light, piercing through the mountains and cracking stones, it glared angrily, bared its teeth, and pressed one after another with majestic ferocity.

This beast, beyond the realm of gods, is not only tenacious in vitality, but also extremely terrifying in terms of resilience.

The silver blades turned into countless by the original formation, for others, they have long been broken down, this head of the five owls, resisted, and the wounds are constantly healing,

"Aoyagi Moves Mountains"

A green willow tree is vacated, the branches and leaves are verdant, the light is like jade, and the beautiful light blooms.

The wicker swept away, crossed a mountain, and smashed the five owls into a red pulp river.

"Gone?"

Ji Yi was on guard and stared at Chihe, this head of the five owls did not die so easily, living in such a place, the resistance to fire was absolutely beyond imagination.

But after half an hour, except for the screams of the children around them, the first five owls never came out again.

"Ji Yi!"

In the distance, a fire spear came across it, like a god outside the sky, and ten thousand fires retreated, strong and domineering.

"Red Blood Spear?"

Ji Yi turned sideways and was almost robbed, but this spear was too fast, and when he noticed it, it was close to his eyes.

As a result, he had just avoided it, and a statue appeared behind him, carved with a snow toad, spitting snow from its mouth, turning into an ice arrow and attacking.

Rumble!

Ji Yi's body turned sharply, pinched out the fist print, and knocked the statue away.

This is a coordinated attack, there are a total of four weapons, from the Red Fire Spear, Snow Toad Ding, there is a steel thorn on the left and right sides, and there are endless fire maps appearing, covering Ji Yi's eyes and making him lose consciousness.

"Passing Away"

Ji Yi used his first supernatural power to reverse the ten breaths, blessed himself, returned to the same place, and avoided this lore.

"Tugo, Shuhong"

He looked over, and it was from the Grothu tribe.

Among the four people, two of them he had seen before, but when Ji Yi looked at Tu Ge, his brows furrowed slightly.

Tu Ge's breath has changed, and there is a power hidden in his body, which is very domineering and weird, and for Ji Yi, it is a little familiar, as if he has seen it.

"The dignified witch god clan has arranged such a tragic and humane thing here"

Shu Hong stepped on with a spear, his face was so angry that even his body was trembling.

It's not fear, it's anger, it's excitement, and the joy of being able to take revenge.