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The weird old man is vulnerable.

It was directly torn apart by the ghost mist, and finally burned by the black flames derived from its own skull.

However, although the attack power of this thing is not very good, the information revealed makes Wu Hao's heart heavy.

Walking to the altar, this time he really saw the part that the old man covered with his body.

There, there was half of the intestines, still dripping disgusting blood, very similar to the intestines in the old man's hand just now.

Underneath this bowel, on the altar, is inscribed with a group case. What is revealed is this—on a long dining table, there are twelve chairs in a row, five on each side, and one on the left and right main hands.

The twelve chairs were already filled with vague figures.

Some have bodies like a thick fog, some are like clocks, and some are humanoid, or even beast-shaped. Twelve looks, not the same, extremely weird.

And these guys are sneering at the presence at the table. At that huge dining table, there seemed to be a humanoid being. His head had been cut open, his belly had been slit, his internal organs had been hollowed out, and the tissues of his body were being eaten by twelve strange figures on the dining table.

It can be seen that the part of the brain is engulfed by an incomparably dark black shadow on the left side. The heart is pinched by the main position on the right side, full of light and shadow, and it seems to be sending it to the mouth.

And the remaining ten beings, each of them has a part of the organization of the one who is at the table, either in his hand or in his mouth.

And the moment he saw this scene, Wu Hao only felt his mind explode.

The unfathomable will in the darkness seems to look outward through the void, through time, through the altar.

Terror!

Terror!

Great Terror!

The feeling that the soul was stirred in the depths, as if it was about to overturn itself, to deny its self-concept, to be assimilated, came in an instant.

This pattern

This pattern!

Can't watch it!

It's a taboo!

How could it be so powerful!

It's just a stone carving.

Wu Hao endured it, Tai Xingwen resisted hard, and finally at the next moment when he felt that his soul was about to be overturned, his eyes were difficult to shift.

"Share the gods! Evolve to be king! ”

For no reason, the words that the old man had said before came to his mind.

On the altar, the scene inscribed with the pattern is not twelve strange creatures, eating some mysterious existence?

Is it the god in the old man's mouth who shares the food?

Twelve strange beings, the so-called kings?

Who are these guys?

Wu Hao endured his fear, the power of the Taizi script was fully mobilized, and he cast his gaze again, there seemed to be a text record on the pattern, and he wanted to see who these guys were.

However, when he looked at the altar again, he found that the pattern that had been in the center of the altar had strangely disappeared.

There was no trace of it.

It seems that the scene Wu Hao saw before was just an illusion. There were only twelve left on the scene (the number in the previous chapter was incorrect, not thirteen, but twelve, corrected) The candles were glowing with blood, burning silently.

There is no increase, and there is no decrease.

At this time, he realized that at some point, the noisy footsteps around him had disappeared, and the whispering had disappeared.

The altar is also slowly becoming illusory, and it is about to disappear. Wu Hao's expression moved, the ghost mist roared away, and he instantly pulled the twelve candles off the altar.

The next moment

The entire altar, right in front of Wu Hao, quietly turned into nothingness.

The candles were left behind.

- The Twelve King Candles

- Light the candle and lead the return of the Twelve Kings.

- Detection that the Twelve Kings have lost their traces, cannot be connected, and cannot return.

- You can engrave your own power on the Twelve Kings Candle, light the candle, rivet yourself, and maybe you will have unexpected gains.

- Eat the gods and evolve into a king. But who knows the pain of eating the gods! When lighting a candle, be careful, it is dangerous to have some kind of existential curse on it.

"This thing ......"

Wu Hao shook his head and carefully put away the candle.

The candle was clearly related to the so-called kings and the strange beings who were eaten. Absolutely pregnant with unimaginable dangers.

The vanishing altar, and the horrible feeding pattern, lit the candles, and maybe summon them again.

Wu Hao didn't want to risk his life, so it was better not to use it when he didn't know more specific information about the candle.

"Just the rivet itself? This role ......"

Is it used to resist rune erosion?

So, those so-called kings may be grotesque?

They are like Wu Hao, and then find a way to resist erosion and retain their will?

And the being who was eaten could really be a powerful god?

Does this so-called god have anything to do with the guy who secretly poked and transformed the world?

Of course, Wu Hao didn't believe that the guy who secretly poked and transformed the world was the so-called god who was eaten in the pattern.

He thought it might be a more powerful grotesque, or something else mysterious.

"It would be interesting if the person being eaten was grotesque, or even the king of the grotesque. It shows that the so-called Twelve Kings have some kind of method that can seize other grotesque abilities. ”

"Above all, the Twelve Kings seem to have rebelled against God by the temptation of their black-eyed masters. This god is miserable enough, his subordinates betrayed, and they were eaten. But...... Share the gods and evolve into a king! Could it be that this is the route that needs to be promoted after the grotesque....."

Wu Hao pondered secretly.

He never understood how to evolve into a grotesque king as terrifying as a god, or even a being above him. But now it seems that if you want to evolve into a king, it will have something to do with God?

Involuntarily, he thought of his god's name skills, as well as the world where the god's name was, that world seemed to not only have real gods and demons manifestations, but also endless strange talks, spirits, and so on. There is even a desecration of slates, a strange vehicle of knowledge that records the methods of seizing grotesque bodies.

Of course, the blasphemy slate was just his own name.

It's just a mouthful.

"The so-called twelve kings, as well as the gods who are eaten, will they have anything to do with the world of god names?"

"Or is it really just this world, a mysterious creature that has existed since then?"

"And the source of all this, the black eyes ......"

In the end, this strange existence tempted the twelve kings, the god of food, why did this guy do this? What role does it play? These are all unsolved puzzles.

Could it have something to do with the Nightmare King?

Does he have anything to do with God, the Twelve Kings, or even the black eyes? Or was he one of the twelve kings himself, or even the master of the black-eyed one?

This guy seemed to exist before the time stopped, and revealed some of his power, which was quite weird, and he had to make Wu Hao think about it more.

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