Temple, the second floor of the sky.

Luo Han didn't know how long he had been climbing along the totem pole, and there were no less than 10,000 kinds of spirit beast carvings of different shapes on it, and with his profound knowledge of studying ancient books since childhood, he couldn't recognize them all.

The higher he went, the higher the level of the spirit beast, and right now, he was in the middle of the carving of the high-level spirit beast.

Suddenly, his body was shocked, and he found that the natal essence fire of the Yan Giant Rhino in his body was actually burning, and there were faint signs of breaking through the light mask, but fortunately it was placed in the palm of Luo Shen's phantom shadow, and the light mask only swayed a little ripple, and the brilliance faded a little.

Just as he was in shock, he suddenly found that what he was holding with both hands was the carving of the Tianyan Giant Rhinoceros.

Immediately realized, "I see, no wonder Jinghuo is so restless, he actually encountered the ontotem." ”

Later, he said secretly, "This Tianyan Giant Rhino is the top existence among the high-level spirit beasts, and after being suppressed, it has endured for 10,000 years, and its strength has advanced to the god level, it seems that if it continues to go up, it will be the scope of the god level spirit beast carving, and then it should be the entrance." God-level spirit beasts are rare, and there are only a handful, and they are not far away. ”

After a little analysis, he had figured out the clues, and he climbed up again, leaving only this dark room, which continued to be dark.

After a long time, I finally touched the dome of the second layer of Tongtian.

This is the top of the totem pole, on which a huge beast head protrudes, like a dragon, with a huge mouth wide open, and a staircase hidden inside, looming.

He looked at the beast's head, and a sense of familiarity flooded his heart, and he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he stopped thinking about it, turned in, and stepped up the stairs.

In front of me, a piece of birds and flowers.

Luo Han muttered to himself, "Is this the third layer of Tongtian?"

He is in the middle of an endless sea of flowers, all over the mountains and fields, blooming a gorgeous ocean.

A small stream meanders from the foot of the mountain, flowing into the distance among the flowers, where there is a lush green.

"Is it another illusion?"

He had suffered a secret loss before, and he was much more cautious at this time, and immediately exuded a wisp of consciousness to integrate into this world.

Suddenly, he pursed his lips and said to himself, "It's actually a real space, but it's too far from the first two floors!"

Without any worries, he looked around, and intuitively felt that the green was his destination, so he decided to walk along the stream.

It seemed so close, but it was so far away that he had traveled for nearly two hours to reach the edge. Looking closely, this is like a secluded forest, the same giant trees towering to the sky, the same dense foliage.

He walked in, and the brook meandered through the woods, and the direction seemed to be in line with the far west, and he continued along, feeling as if something was calling to him at the end.

The forest was very dark with lush foliage and foliage, and as nearly two hours passed, the scene ahead gradually brightened.

The stream flows into a vast pool, the surface of the water is as smooth as a mirror, and the breeze is gentle, and there is not a single ripple.

In the center of the water, there is a quaint altar floating, the same still, not moving at all.

Luo Han approached, looked around, and saw that the altar was as dark as ink, facing him, carved with a dragon-shaped carving, lifelike, and exuding bursts of life.

He recognized it at a glance, this was the East Green Dragon, one of the four ancient divine beasts.

"It's an ancient beast!" he was amazed.

Then he walked around the pool, and sure enough, the other three directions were the violent Suzaku in the south, the white tiger in the west and the heavy Xuanwu in the north.

And the whole altar is dark and dark, and the quaint atmosphere lingers.

He decided to take a closer look, so he cautiously tread the water, and when he got closer, he saw two halves of the broken incense tripod lying on the countertop, and the incense ash was scattered everywhere, and it was still flickering with a little fluorescence.

"It seems that this is the root of the temple, the altar for the souls of all beasts, and this broken incense tripod should be the reason for stopping the sacrifice. He said secretly.

After reciting it, he took three steps back and bowed deeply three times to the altar.

He is about to enter the mound of ten thousand beasts, so he is here to show respect to the souls of ten thousand beasts.

If it weren't for his mother's safety, for Long Lao's entrustment, and for the thousands of creatures in the Ice God Realm and even the Spiritual Qi Continent, he would never want to come here and anger the souls of these ten thousand beasts.

He then walked respectfully around the altar and walked across the pool.

There, among the giant trees, there was a narrow passageway, and at the end of it was a blinding light.

"It seems that this is the mound of ten thousand beasts. He groaned and walked to the passage.

Suddenly, just as he stepped into the passage with his front feet, the giant trees on both sides staggered towards the middle, and the passage was instantly hidden.

"What's going on?" he frowned.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a powerful aura fluctuation appear out of thin air behind him.

Hurriedly turned around to look, and saw that the water of the pond, which was as smooth as a mirror, was rippling violently at this time, and the dark altar also exuded wisps of light, but it was a dark color.

The brilliance gradually faded, and an illusory image of a heavily armored figure appeared on the altar, the body was very burly, but it was the head of a human beast.

An unusually hoarse voice rang out, "I am the Spirit of the Altar, the Guardian of the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts. Ahead is the Ten Thousand Beast Mound, you are not a spirit animal, you are not allowed to enter!"

"Spirit of the Altar, why didn't Elder Long mention it to me?" Luo Han was amazed.

In fact, Long Lao didn't know about the existence of the spirit of the altar, and it would only appear to block it when humans intended to enter the Ten Thousand Beast Tomb, and it would not appear if it was a spirit beast.

The hoarse voice sounded again, "Human, if it weren't for your actions, the spirit would have killed you a long time ago. I remember that you are still in awe of the souls of all beasts, and the spirit will not be embarrassed by you, and leave quickly, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

Luo Han patted his chest, and couldn't help but be afraid, "Fortunately, I bowed three times just now, so close, if the spirit of this altar suddenly makes a difficulty, I will really be unable to parry." ”

immediately calculated, "It seems that if you want to enter the Ten Thousand Beast Tomb, you must first pass through it, listening to this tone, there is no need to negotiate, okay, let me try how many catties and taels you have in this altar spirit." ”

After reading it, he stretched out his arms, and his palms and souls swirled, forming two huge ice wheels.

"Give it to me!"

With a low shout, his arms slammed out, and the cold light flew by, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing screech.

This move obviously angered the spirit of the altar, "Despicable humans, look for death!"

The burly illusory image boomed with both fists, carrying the wind and thunder, to meet the huge ice wheel that roared.

Click!

With a few crisp sounds, the two ice wheels shattered, turned into fluorescent, and disappeared little by little.

The spirit of the altar swept out, as fast as thunder, and at the same time his right arm was raised, blasting out a huge black fist print, followed by another punch, two fist prints flew across the air, and the sonic boom roared endlessly.

Seeing this, Luo Han didn't dare to slack off, his feet were wrong, and the dragon stepped on it continuously, quickly withdrawing and flying back, leaving an afterimage along the way.

The two fist marks hit the afterimage one after another, and the air suddenly shattered, and the air waves rolled, revealing the broken space, and slowly healing.

The spirit of the altar deceived him, punching one punch after another, without stopping, and his madness was fully revealed.

The space trembled, the fist marks shrouded all directions, and Luo Han could always avoid it by virtue of the subtlety of his footwork.

This tricky posture made the spirit of the altar very angry, and immediately sneered, "Despicable humans, do you only know how to hide?"

Luo Han ignored it, stepped on it more urgently, and said in his heart, "Don't you hide and stay for you to fight?" This punch is real, I'm afraid that if you don't die, you will be seriously injured, I don't believe that you are powerless. ”

Suddenly, the movement of the Spirit of the Altar was indeed a little slower, and even the fist mark that shattered the space was not as powerful as Fang Cai.

The corners of Luo Han's mouth curved a little, "Have you finally exhausted your strength?

Seeing the opportunity, he suddenly retreated, widening the distance, and the aura around him drummed, condensing endless ice cubes, and then the wind suddenly rose, rolling like an ice python, roaring away.

In an instant, the spirit of the altar had been submerged, and the wind was whistling, mixed with a violent resonance of gold and iron, one after another.

Luo Han didn't give it the slightest respite, raised one arm high, and clenched his five fingers, "Ancient stars fall!"

Behind him, an ancient starry sky transformed, and a star pierced the sky and smashed down towards the spirit of the altar struggling in the roar of ice.

Rumble!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the earth shook the mountains.

Afterward, the wind died down, and the ice cleared, revealing a huge pit in the ground, covered with frost and hideous cracks.

But there was nothing inside, and the spirit of the altar was nowhere to be found, Luo Han looked left and right, searching around.

"Dead?" he frowned.

Suddenly, an aura of extreme danger crossed his heart.