The donkey's tone was unprecedentedly serious and hurried, even with rare trepidation.

However, Ye Luo suddenly dodged to the right side at the moment when the donkey attacked, just this donkey, so much, it broke the sky, and he couldn't believe it casually.

"Thorn!"

The donkey attacked suddenly, Ye Luo turned right instantly, however, the donkey seemed to have calculated, at the moment Ye Luo turned right, another hoof was also kicked out at the same moment, Ye Luo seemed to have expected it, and his body suddenly turned left with an exaggerated amplitude.

However, in the process of turning left, Ye Luo felt a pain in his left ear, and a drop of blood dripped down and smashed on the ancient altar.

Ye Luo's eyes shrank fiercely, because, the moment the donkey's two hooves kicked out, the pitch-black mysterious collar on the donkey's neck also issued a silent, extremely subtle, hidden in the air, thorn-like attack.

This extremely stealthy attack stabbed Ye Luo in the left ear.

"I grass your ancestors for eighteen generations, Lao Tzu saved you, what do you want to do!" Ye Luo was furious, this donkey simply refreshed the bottom limit of the animal world over and over again.

However, the donkey didn't say a word, and after watching Ye Luo's blood drip on the ancient altar that had begun to exude a mysterious aura, it was like the wind and clouds were scattered, and he suddenly restrained his attack, turned around and jumped off the ancient altar at the limit speed, and ran wildly into the distance.

"Woohoo! Ye Luo, it's not that the emperor is ruthless, paralyzed, this ancient altar is the altar of the ancient period, the Loulan Empress sacrificed, stained with blood, it must be sacrificed to living creatures, the emperor's blood dripped first, the emperor doesn't find a replacement, even if the emperor goes against the sky, he can't live, this special drop has even killed the ancient giants.

You can go with peace of mind, during the New Year's holidays, the emperor will burn paper for you, if you like women, I will tell your three nieces when you go back, and burn more paper people for you. The donkey roared as he galloped.

Overgrown with weeds, dilapidated, it seems to have been abandoned ancient altar, when the blood of the donkey drips, it has begun to exude an imperceptible mysterious aura, and after Ye Luo's blood drips again, the ancient and dilapidated ancient altar seems to be in the boiling oil for ten thousand years, dripping a drop of flame.

Breath, burst!

"Boom—"

The ancient altar shook, the entire ancient city of Loulan, which had disappeared for more than 2,000 years, trembled, the moonlight in the sky suddenly dimmed, and all the moonlight, at this moment, seemed to be absorbed by the ancient altar under the plane tree!

"The altar under the ancient tree of the sycamore!"

The monks who had already rushed to the depths of the ancient city of Loulan felt something at this moment, and they all turned around and looked in the direction of the ancient Wutong tree, and even, at this moment, there were many mysterious monks who directly crushed an extremely precious ancient talisman and turned wildly in the direction of the ancient Wutong tree.

The lonely perfect woman and Nangong Qingshu and her party didn't go far originally, but when they saw the vision rise sharply, they also directly crushed the ancient heavenly master talisman, used the extreme secret technique, and turned back.

The aura on the ancient altar was terrifying, Ye Luo's heart was cold, and the Heavenly Book Devouring Volume in his body had been running to the extreme, however, on the ancient altar, there was a pitch-black and desolate aura that enveloped his whole body, making him unable to move at all.

The ancient altar of the Empress Loulan?

What's that?

The grass has been for nineteen generations, Ye Luo was furious, what did this special donkey do?

Ye Luo tried hard to stay calm, and really felt a danger of death, and slowly led the devouring blood qi in his body out of the body surface, and slowly came into contact with the black qi that wrapped his body.

"Smack-"

The devouring blood qi came into contact with the dark, desolate and terrifying aura that enveloped itself.

At this moment, the hairs on Ye Luo's back stood up, and at the weird moment, a ruthless color flashed in Ye Luo's eyes, and he directly urged the devouring blood qi, and devoured it towards the dark, desolate, and mysterious aura that wrapped his body with the power of devouring madness.

"Zila-"

The two breaths collided, and the devouring blood qi actually enveloped his body, and it was shrinking little by little, as if it was about to squeeze himself into a fleshy black, cold, and mysterious breath, and swallowed some of it.

It's just that the breath entered the body and directly entered the dantian, and Ye Luo instantly felt a strange coldness, as well as a power that was difficult to be strict and terrifying to the extreme.

At this time, on the ancient altar under the sycamore tree, the dark, cold, and mysterious aura was divided into two strands, one of which wrapped Ye Luo, and the other sucked back the donkey that had already escaped.

The donkey was frightened, it had already run away, but it never thought that this ancient altar would sweep it back, and it roared: "Wangwang! Damn, the emperor has already found a replacement for you, why are you still catching the emperor! ”

Just now, he was still talking about the donkey that sacrificed to Ye Luo, at this moment, his face changed greatly, and the glimmer of happiness that had just risen in his heart was suddenly gone, and the donkey then roared again: "Wangwang!" I've got a mother of your ancestors for eighteen generations......"

The two breaths enveloped Ye Luo and the donkey respectively, and in the center of the ancient altar, as the aura erupted in terror, a pitch-black vortex slowly appeared, and this vortex was deep, and it seemed to lead to the depths of the Nine Shadows.

Those two breaths, grabbing Ye Luo and the donkey, pulled towards the whirlpool, step by step.

Ye Luo's eyes were cold and crazy, gritting his teeth, and with an even more crazy attitude, he urged the devouring blood, desperate devouring, the pitch black, desolate, cold, and mysterious aura wrapped around him.

The dark, desolate and mysterious aura once again frantically poured into Ye Luo's dantian, and as this aura increased, this mysterious aura began to pour into Ye Luo's meridians little by little.

Pain!

The tearing pain, as if, above this breath, is the most intense sulfuric acid directly from heaven and earth, eroding his flesh and blood, meridians, this breath, after reaching a certain amount, gushing out of the dantian, seems to want to penetrate his body and erode his soul!

The devouring power of Ye Luo's inner body, at this time, seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly began to fight back, and even in the body, began to devour this mysterious aura again, to assimilate it.

Ye Luo's body, at this moment, began to undergo some kind of weird and terrifying changes.

Ye Luo was pulled by that mystery, and he got closer and closer to the mysterious whirlpool.

Ye Luo's eyes became more and more crazy, and he tried his best, regardless of the severe pain and changes in his body, and continued to devour himself with madness, Ye Luo had only one thought in his heart, he had to devour the terrifying aura wrapped in his body before being pulled into the vortex of the ancient altar!

Nangong Qingshu, a group of lonely women, they had just walked not far and were the first to return.

"Ahh Look at the ancient altar, it's Ye Luo! ”