PS: Thank you for not seeing the water, another reward, happy.

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On the huge altar, a few lines of words were carved crookedly in blood.

Looking at the handwriting, it seems to have been written in extreme fear, on the verge of death, under endless struggle, in deep despair.

Just looking at it, Wu Hao could feel how unwilling and desperate he was when he wrote these words.

The rich smell almost came to the face.

Endless fear grows in the font.

- We were all deceived.

- He's coming, no, no, who can stop him? World? God? No, He is already ...... Maybe......

The font is intermittent, and some are not depicted.

One can imagine how rushed the writers were at that time.

"He's coming?"

"All deceived?"

Wu Hao looked inexplicable, and the second monk was puzzled.

He approached and looked closer, looking for anything else he had missed.

"Wait, this blood...... Something is wrong......"

His face changed suddenly, and his body quickly retreated.

The next moment, the font originally carved with blood was twisted and meandering, and it turned out to be those blood, squirming little by little.

Is this blood alive?

The scene of Wu Hao's scalp tingling appeared.

Where is the liquid, it is clearly a small red worm, as if they feel the presence of the creature, they struggle and wriggle, floating into the void, rapidly enlarged.

In just a moment, the sky above the altar was covered with dense blood-colored bloodworms.

"Not good!"

This bug gave Wu Hao a very bad feeling, weird, evil, and even more distorted than his own grotesque power.

He decided to strike first.

Bang bang bang!

Three knocks rang out at the door.

In an instant, all the insects fluttering on the altar exploded and turned into pools of blood.

However, before Wu Hao could breathe a sigh of relief, these blood would gather together and turn into a larger pool of blood. Countless tiny insects multiplied from it, and continued to grow in size in the void, more and more.

After being attacked by Wu Hao, these things not only did not weaken and disappear, but multiplied even more.

The bugs would gather together and make a buzzing sound, and countless blood would flow down from them.

In a way that violates the law of conservation of mass, it adds value without limits.

"This ...... This ......"

"Damn, how is it similar to those void viscous liquids I encountered before?"

"No, ...... more precisely"

What followed was even more frightening.

These insects gathered together, but instead of attacking Su Hao, they extended into countless red silk threads, which were entangled together, and finally turned into bare plant branches.

"Fuso branches!"

Wu Hao said word by word, he stared at the leafless plants in front of him, his eyes were indescribably weird.

This plant, he knew, was the Fuso tree he had ever seen.

In the Flame Domain of the former Feilai Peak and the current Great Burial Tomb, he had encountered this plant.

Unexpectedly, this time, in this foreign country, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the motherland, under the underground of the Holy See's secret archive corridor, inside the mysterious gate, I saw this plant again.

I constantly recall the process of the appearance of the hibiscus tree in my mind, from blood to insects, from insects to silk threads, and the silk threads are entangled and turned into this special plant.

"Could it be that the owner of this blood is a larger Fuso main tree, or a similar bug?"

"Also, does the owner of this blood have something to do with that huge mound?"

"It's interesting, it's an interesting place. It involves the sun imprint, it involves the little lonely tomb inside, and now there are these Fuso trees..... For the first time, Xu Fu was buried in the small lonely grave inside the big mound, although the body was gone...... The bones in the first layer are definitely not his. And the blood in front of him is also very likely to be related to one of the twelve kings. ”

"This big mound is really interesting, what the hell is there? What is the secret? It's unimaginable that there are so many mysterious beings involved. ”

Wu Hao sighed deeply, and only after seeing that all the insects had been condensed into the Fusang tree, did he approach again.

Another branch was broken off from the Fuso tree, similar to the previous scene, and the blood continued to drip out of it, never stopping.

Sure enough, it was the Fuso tree.

After so many years, Wu Hao has not found anything else that violates the law of conservation of matter and energy so much.

This kind of blood dripping out of thin air is only the Fusang tree, which is unique and nothing else.

The font on the altar has completely disappeared.

Standing in the middle of the clusters of Fusang trees, Wu Hao was in a trance, as if he had returned to the Flame Domain.

In a flash, a hundred years have passed.

In the middle of the altar, it is sunken.

Wu Hao looked at the sunken shape, and his expression moved, which was very consistent with the small altar he had obtained in Priest Town.

I took out the small altar, tried it, and put it in perfectly.

However, nothing happened.

What's going on, shouldn't there be no reaction? This made Wu Hao, who was on alert, slightly stunned.

"Wait, maybe ......"

Wu Hao took out the twelve candles, after all these years of use, these candles are almost exhausted, originally Wu Hao thought that this thing would not be consumed, but as the number of times he entered the strange dream world increased, he also found that this thing would be consumed inexplicably.

Although we already know how to make them, if we don't have to, we still need to use them sparingly.

Most of humanity was time-lapse, and he couldn't find that many materials to make it.

The candles were neatly divided into twelve columns, placed around the altar, and then lit by Wu Hao one by one.

A few seconds later

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and suddenly it swirled in the middle of the altar.

The yellow candle flames, one by one, turned blood-red.

The surrounding space is also reflected in the eerie and weird.

The small altar in the middle suddenly cracked, and a passage emerged.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, there was a small space under this altar, and he didn't feel it at all before.

If he hadn't acquired this little altar, he wouldn't have been able to enter it.

"This is the real treasure?"

"The blood words on it, and even the source of the previous belief snowman, are they just appetizers, or are they just to cover up the space below?"

"What's going to be down here?"

Wu Hao stared at the cracked passage of the altar, then turned his head and looked at the black and white portal not far behind him, he could feel that the power of the door character script had completely swallowed the portal, and gradually spread towards the entire space.

It won't be long before this place can be completely transformed into a part of itself, with the power of the Gate script.

He had to wait, wait for the door character to completely control this place, and then go down.

It was always right to be cautious about the inner area of the altar that he hadn't even sensed.

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