The entire second layer of the space of the Creation Immortal Jade is a heavenly domain of the burial gods!

It's a huge graveyard of the gods!

Han Xing intuitively sensed the threat...... All from the ruined tombs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His face was ugly, cold sweat soaked through his torn clothes, and he was cold: "Grandma's, the second layer of the space of the Creation Immortal Realm is even more dangerous than the first layer, but I don't know if I can be as lucky as last time this time?"

"Don't be in a hurry to act rashly, find out the situation, and see where the treasure of this second layer of space is, what kind of sacred thing it is......" Han Xing tried his best to stabilize himself first.

"Damn, it's not going to be these graves...... Could it be that there will be treasures in the grave, and I will be a grave robber and open the grave?" he frowned, muttering, one thought after another flashing through his mind.

As if he was in a fog, he didn't dare to take it lightly for a while, so he could only continue to observe.

I saw that in the middle of these mountain peaks, there was a road ten zhang wide and as black as ink, made of the underworld, and there were blood stains on it, although the dark red blood stains had dried up, but its long-standing ferocious aura still disappeared, slowly emitting out, making people's hearts palpitate.

The road is like the Yellow Springs Road, with blood-red flowers on both sides of the road, winding from low to high, through the middle of these peaks, to an earthen altar in front of it.

At this moment, Han Xing showed horror......

It seems to be the ruins of an altar!

What is this altar for?

Could it be that these gods buried in the tomb were sacrifices of this altar?

Han Xing shook ...... I was dumbfounded for a moment before I raised my eyes to look at it again.

This garden-shaped earthen altar has been dilapidated, only the foundation remains, and there is nothing on it, only thousands of large cracks that have been radioactively cracked along the foundation!

On the foundation of the altar, there is an octagonal pit of ruins, as if there was something that had been pulled out by force, so that the earth cracked, creating such a terrifying scene.

Han Xing speculated...... There should have been an altar on it!

The pit should have been left by the altar, but now the altar is gone!

Han Xing looked shocked......

He instantly thought of the words "Heavenly Altar".

From what Bi Fang said, Han Xing has confirmed that the "Heavenly Altar of Sacrifice" recorded in the "Desolate God Record" is by no means nothing......

The Altar of Heavenly Sacrifice has lasted for countless months, and in the process of countless sacrifices, all the heavenly gods have been sacrificed and accepted by it!

Now, the environment around this altar is so similar to the "Altar of Heavenly Sacrifice"!

Could it be that the bodies of the gods in the tomb are also sacrifices?

I just don't know if they sacrificed themselves or were ...... by others

Sacrifice to God!

Who has such a big deal?

This altar has such power, and the person who controls it will definitely have the power to destroy the world and recreate the world!

Suddenly, Han Xing subverted his deep-rooted ideas......

The supreme of the universe is not the "Heavenly Dao" or the Heavenly Emperor...... Or maybe it's not a fairy!

Maybe there are also Xuanhuang Dao and Hongmeng Dao above them...... Immortal King, Immortal Saint King!

Or it is the ancient god Wa Huang, who created people with loess.

It is these supreme beings who are controlling the world!

Legend has it that the "Altar of Heavenly Sacrifice" was carved and hewn from the clay left over from the loess created by Emperor Wa, and the clay was mixed with various traces of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

For eternity, the primeval world has become history, turning to dust with the years, but the foundation of this altar is still there!

Han Xing's imagination is abundant......

Maybe this altar foundation buried deep underground is the real supreme treasure in the second layer of the space of the Creation Immortal Jade!

But this is a treasure land, not a good land, and it is terrible that so many gods lying in the tomb are completely destroyed by one person or thing.

This time, he watched the direction of the altar from a distance and did not dare to get too close.

He turned and walked towards the nearest helmeted grave.

It's a stone-throwing move.

The ground here is very heavy, as if it has not been stepped on for millions of years, and every time Han Xing steps on it, it can stir up a white dust.

"It's bone powder!" Han Xing's heart sank, revealing a different color.

The bone meal was a foot thick, and underneath the bone meal was a layer of snow-white bones that had not yet completely decayed, as well as corpses.

Han Xing's expression changed greatly...... This is definitely not a good sign!

Because judging from the degree of decay of these bones, it is obviously not consistent with the age of the tomb!

"Could it be that there are any other creatures in the Creation Immortal Jade? It's just that they can't get out because they are sealed by each layer of space......" Han Xing's expression was uncertain.

The current situation is obviously a bit weird, and he has to guard against it!

"This place is called the Burial God Heaven Domain, even if it is weird, it should be mostly ancient corpse gods and demons, relying on general Xuan Gong, it may not be able to restrain it, and only like this...... Fight poison with poison, you can do it! Seek wealth and danger, fight!" Han Xing's heart moved, and he said: "Xingtian, come out!"

Han Xing did not summon the Heaven Slaughter Divine Halberd, but summoned the Instrument Spirit Punishment Heaven out.

Suddenly, a black mist shot out from Han Xing's eyebrows, and from the churning mist and black smoke floated an ancient and vicissitudes of war spirits, which converged into the Witch Ancestor God of War Xingtian in a blink of an eye.

He carried a broken axe in his hand, and an earth-shattering murderous aura swirled around it, as if he were the embodiment of death!

Xingtian's body was transparent, but the skeleton inside was faintly visible, but in addition to the top of the head, which had been condensed and formed, the entire face still looked like the crystal skull.

From the crystal skull of Xingtian, there were two pitch-black bottomless pit eye sockets on the left and right, and there were golden soul flames burning fiercely, and two blood lines hanging down from them.

Xingtian's violent anger made Han Xing frightened.

Han Xing took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "You are in my body, I won't say anything about the situation here, you should also understand that you are the Great Witch War Ancestor, and you have fallen, so the death qi and corpse qi here have no effect on you, but it is suitable for you to take action, so you will sit behind me, even if there is an accident, you can also come to the rescue, and I don't think it will make the deity fall into danger!"

Xingtian's upper and lower palate bones snapped together, clicking: "Lord, there is a familiar breath here, haha...... It's been a long time since I've tasted devouring the primordial gods, Xing Tian is willing to open the way for you!" The hoarse, low, and cruel voice suddenly came into Han Xing's ears.

Han Xing groaned slightly, nodded and said: "I have found the skull on the top of your head for you, although it has been transformed into a head, it is still incomplete, countless gods have been suppressed in these tombs, I wonder if the other fragments of your skull are also among them?"

"In this space, there is no breath of my body, but there is the smell of that dog......" Xing Tian's eyes flashed, as if he remembered something, and said suspiciously.

"What kind of dog's breath? are you talking about Snow Tiger?" Han Xing's expression was grim, but he didn't know what Xingtian was thinking.

Xing Tian scolded and scolded, and said: "This dog is not the other dog, it is the Laipi dog raised by the old man of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun......

Han Xing suddenly remembered that the spirit of the white dog mastiff that Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun gave him had been beaten into the body of the snow tiger by himself.

Xing Tian is an ancient witch, and he will never speak indiscriminately, he must have noticed something when he said this......

Snow Tiger is now one beast and two souls, and he is protecting himself outside the cave, and he doesn't know if he can separate the spirit of the white dog mastiff.

"There is a seal in each layer of the creation immortal jade, and the body of the snow tiger may not be able to enter, but the spirit of the white dog god mastiff is out of here......" Han Xing tried to telepathize with the snow tiger.

"Brush"

The space opened, and a white light rushed through the blister-like crack.

The white light flashed, and a snow-white puppy immediately landed at Han Xing's feet.

Han Xing didn't expect that Snow Tiger would be like a monk's power and cultivate a clone.

I saw that this puppy was only the size of a palm, with a white fur as white as snow, and a small fluffy tail that was thin and short, shaking constantly.

The puppy's two big round eyes glowed like amber, and he was pricking up his two small ears and sniffing his boots with his mouth.

"Damn, I'm down...... I'll call you Xiaobai in the future! Go play, you can only drag me away here. "Han Xing is dizzy!

Snow Tiger, the doppelganger, doesn't even have the appearance of a white dog mastiff, I'm afraid that even a cat can't beat it!

The white dog mastiff seemed to understand Han Xing's words, nodded, and ignored it, trotting briskly all the way with four hooves, running towards a large tomb in the depths.

"Boom !!"

At this moment, from the depths of the burial ground, there was a rumbling sound, and the tomb that the planet sacrifice had been refined into a tomb as solid as dark iron and refined copper, and it was unexpectedly cracked.

Immediately afterward, a cold, decaying aura permeated from the cracks, submerging the entire tomb.

The black mist formed by the mixture of pure death qi and corpse qi made it impossible to see what was going on inside.

With the strength of Han Xing's divine sense, he can't see through it.

An ominous feeling suddenly swelled up in Han Xing's heart......

In the dark, he felt stared at by a cold and cold gaze.

In an instant, his face was pale and his breath was weak, his body was like falling into an ice cellar, and in just one breath, his divine consciousness had been severely violated!

"Damn, there's a person standing on the grave!'s a strong figure with an immortal body!" Two red rays of light shot out from the eyes of the Xingtian Crystal Skull, and it used the "Divine Eye of Law" to break through the black mist and dead qi.

Han Xing looked forward and saw a tall figure on the tomb, wearing an iron-armored battle suit, holding a bronze Changge, the cold light flickered, like a statue of a god, standing on the head of the tomb and standing still.

Divine corpse!

He was surrounded by death all over his body, but his cyan eyes were as bright as a living person, and they were as blue as two green lights, staring at Han Xing.

Suddenly, like a hoarse and gloomy voice coming from the eighteenth-story underworld, it sounded in Han Xing's ears: "I have become a god, who is it that let me break the seal? After thousands of years, I finally smelled the smell of blood again...... Who are you?"

His mouth didn't move, just words came out in mental fluctuations.