Early in the morning, as soon as the pavilion master came, he found Wentian, and deliberately avoided Dan Rufeng, took his subordinates away, and went to the city lord's mansion together. On the way, he didn't ask anything, he knew what was going on, maybe the pavilion master had already negotiated with the city lord of Ice Ridge City, and gathered people to destroy the altar of the Cult of the Underworld and prevent the leader of the Cult from breaking the seal. It's easy to understand that he didn't bring Dan Rufeng, the pavilion master is such an only son, and it is reasonable that he doesn't want him to be in danger, and he pities the hearts of his parents all over the world.

As expected, the outline of the City Lord's Mansion gradually became clear, and the personal guards were assembled and were waiting in front of the mansion gate, looking at the tall man in front of them. The man has a tiger on his back, the muscles of his arms are distinct, and the spiritual power in his body is surging, as if he can hear the whistling sound, he is the city lord of Ice Ridge City, Ice Pick! This name sounds a little casual, but it can't hide his strength at all, and the cultivation of the Nine Turns of Condensation that is about to break through to the Enlightenment Spirit Realm makes Wen Tian's heart tremble.

"Brother Dan, the news has been passed to Your Majesty, I believe there will be a reply in a few days, and my personal guards are ready, do you want to leave now? The rats in the gutter of the Cult Sect still dare to show up, see if my old ice doesn't chop them up and drink!" Yesterday, the Pavilion Master sent news that the remnants of the Evil Cult had reappeared, and he made a decision on the spot to eradicate these rats no matter what, so he quickly gathered his forces and acted with the Pavilion Master today.

"That's good, these are the people I brought, the strength is good, and they will start immediately. The sooner the matter of the Cult is resolved, the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for us, and if the Cult returns to its heyday, as it is today, I am afraid that no one will be able to organize their ambitions again. The pavilion master said in a solemn tone, and the ice pick couldn't stop nodding his head in agreement, the great war ten thousand years ago brought a profound disaster to Tianming, and it is still fresh in his memory until this moment.

After leaving the city, Ice Pick took out the map, as the lord of a city, he must be clear about the terrain around Ice Ridge City, otherwise how to resist the enemies who may attack?

"Brother Dan, you see, the altar of the Cult of the Evil Cult is here, fifty or sixty miles away from us, with our footsteps, we should be able to reach it before noon, the problem is that we don't know the situation inside the altar, how to attack it when the time comes?" Ice Pick pointed to a red dot marked on the map, quickly thinking about countermeasures.

"It is useless to think too much now, but it is better to wait until the time comes, for as for the destruction of the altar, there will be a way before the chariot reaches the mountain. The pavilion master seemed very calm, and was not in a hurry to think of a way, everything had to be observed on the spot before a conclusion could be made.

Ice Pick retracted the map, waved his big hand, and the speed of all the people increased again, and Wen Tian's face was not red or panting, and he followed closely, attracting his attention.

"Brother Dan, this little brother looks very raw, is he your subordinate?"

The pavilion master shook his head and said slowly: "No, Mo Wen is the foreign aid I invited to help me occupy a place in the Ascending Dragon Competition." He had a very good relationship with Ice Pick, and he didn't hide it from him at the moment, telling him the truth, which made Ice Pick stunned, "How do you say that Danxuan Pavilion is also one of the most powerful forces in the dynasty, you can't get the right manpower, you want such a ...... Boy?" He originally wanted to say the yellow-haired boy, but it didn't feel right, so he immediately changed his words.

The conversation between them did not deliberately lower his voice, and he naturally heard it clearly with Wentian's keen spiritual sense, but he didn't intend to defend himself for anything, as long as he tried his best to do what he promised the pavilion master, those rumors went in and out of the left ear, and he didn't need to pay much attention to it.

"Sometimes, whether you are young or not is not directly related to your cultivation, and Mo Wen belongs to this kind of person. The pavilion master's voice came into the ears of Ice Pick, and he couldn't help but look at the sky a few more times, wanting to use his spiritual sense to probe his cultivation. But the spiritual consciousness reacted to him with the breath of concentrating three turns, which made him very disappointed, and the cultivation of concentrating three turns cannot be said to be low, at least for Wentian's age, but the current situation obviously does not play a big role.

Putting away his annihilated curiosity, Icicle remained silent and continued to lead the guards on their way. The scorching sun hung over, and as expected, the group arrived at their destination at noon and found a hidden place to rest and regain their strength. The next big battle must ensure that the physical and mental health and spirit are in perfect condition.

"That's the altar of the Cult of the Underworld, it's actually hidden under our noses, it's dark under the lamp, something cunning!" Ice pick looked into the distance, a huge altar was lying flat on the ground, the altar was all black, and it was surrounded by a circle of wonderful patterns, intricate, like ancient characters, and like special symbols. Just by such a slight glance, the ice pick felt groggy in his head, and his six senses became dull, this altar was really weird.

The altar is guarded by believers in each direction, three circles inside and three circles outside, so tightly surrounded that not even a fly can fly in.

"What now?" "In the face of such a situation, although the strong attack can be defeated, the loss will definitely not be small, instead of relying on human lives, it is better to think of a way to outwit it, the lives of his men are much more valuable than the bastards of the Cult.

The cabinet lord weighed for a moment and looked at Wentian: "Mo asked, do you have any good methods?"

Wen Tian thought for a moment and said, "When I interrogated that cultist before, didn't you say that the center of the altar was a place where souls were sacrificed? At that time, they will definitely panic, and you will take the opportunity to rush up and annihilate them all. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that this method was feasible, and the loss could be minimized, and Ice Pick also thought that this method was good, and nodded slightly, but who would be this sacrifice?

"I'll go. Seeing the fear in their hearts, Wen Tian took the initiative to ask to be this sacrifice, but there was no way, the scars left by the evil cult on Tianming were too deep to heal for a long time.

The pavilion master was stunned, he didn't expect Wentian to take over this matter, and after thinking for a while, he agreed, and said, "Pay attention to safety, as soon as you give the signal, we will act immediately." ”

"What's that, Mo Wen boy, it's all handed over to you, if you can come back safely, I'll invite you to drink when you go back to the city!" Even if Bing Pick doesn't believe in Wentian's strength, but this fearlessness alone is enough to win his respect, in today's martial arts world, martial artists like Wentian are basically rare, this is not a flood of love, but to protect the common people.

After making a disguise, the group headed straight for the altar.

"Stop! Who! This is forbidden place, no trespassing!" they stopped as soon as they approached the altar and were interrogated.

"We have come to deliver sacrifices, and that is him. Saying that, he "kicked" on Wentian's buttocks, knelt on the ground, and had a look of "fear" on his face, which was vivid.

"Oh, why is there only one, isn't it to catch a hundred?" the Guardian Cultist said in confusion, asking for a hundred sacrifices a day to be gathered and the seal lifted as soon as possible.

"This is a martial artist of the Condensation Realm, it took us a lot of effort to catch it, where can those ordinary people compare. The disguised pro-guards were dissatisfied and cooperated with Wentian to act.

"Condensing Realm Martial Artist?! This is a big fish, you are so lucky that you can meet the lonely. The guard said enviously, why didn't he have such good luck? The people who guarded the altar took turns, and when they were replaced, they went to grab the sacrifice, and the replaced person guarded the altar.

"Why don't you let him go quickly, while his spiritual power has not yet been completely lost, hurry up and sacrifice it, so that the sect leader can speed up the speed of breaking the seal, maybe he will reward us at that time!"

"Yes, yes, let go!" the guards shouted, not daring to slack off, and immediately let them go, and the pavilion master and ice picks hiding in the distance could see clearly.

"Okay, it's successful, guys get ready, follow the signals. Ice Pick explained, and everyone nodded yes.

As they entered the altar deeper and deeper, the faces of the people of the guards were extremely ugly, because the Heavenly Netherworld Demon Qi here was so thick that it seemed to be condensed into a liquid, and it was uncomfortable to inhale a breath, and they had reached their limit.

"Go away, and I'll take the rest of the way myself. The pro-guard nodded, exited the altar, undisguised without being detected, and returned to the ranks.

There was no one around, and Wen Tian simply stopped pretending, and the spiritual sense began to look for the core of the altar, and soon found it. On the high platform is a huge round ball, a bit like the one used for divination, which is emitting a strange light at this time, and is about to devour Wentian.

"Do you still want to swallow me? See who swallows whom?" The heaven-killing spiritual power surged out, wrapped the ball, and suddenly erupted into a fierce spiritual power fluctuation, and the people outside were not surprised at all, every time they sacrificed, it was like this, it was not strange.

Click!

After all, it was the heaven-killing spiritual power that gained the upper hand, and cracks opened on the surface of the ball, losing its luster, and finally shattered with a bang, turning into fragments all over the ground. At the same time, the altar shook violently and began to collapse, and the cult people were shocked, not knowing what was happening.

"It's now, follow me!"

Knock knock!

An overwhelming sound sounded, and before the cult could come to its senses, it was killed by the menacing guards, and a person's head fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and screaming again and again. After Wen Tian in the altar destroyed the orb, he immediately withdrew from the altar, pulled out the peerless hand and raised his hand is a sword, and the five people closest to him were divided into two from the middle, without the slightest power to fight back. I was shocked when I saw the ice picks that shot the problem, the dead ones were not mediocre hands, and their cultivation was "higher" than asking the sky, so it was gone?

Sure enough, people can't look good, this kid is afraid that he has a hidden aura of spiritual treasure, so that he can avoid his spiritual sense. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the shouts and killings were mixed together, but it didn't take long for it to gradually subside, and the entire Cult was wiped out, and only a few people on the side of the pro-guard were slightly injured, so to speak, this was a great victory.

This altar outside Iceprism City is shattered!