The wind gusted, the sky changed, and there was a cry in the distance, like a baby, like a resentful woman. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Its voice is whining, such as resentment, such as admiration, crying and complaining, and the aftermath is endless, which is unpredictable.

In the center of the Dead City, there is an altar to heaven, which is so large that it seems to be able to accommodate tens of thousands of people to worship the heavens, and it is conceivable that this altar was also one of the main places in the city in that distant ancient period.

At this moment, at the top of the altar, on a ten-meter-square platform, Wu Di touched his chin and looked around curiously.

The ten-meter-square blood-colored altar is densely covered with various mysterious veins, forming an unknown figure, like a chessboard and like gossip. At the same time, these veins were also blood grooves, and the altar was covered with dark black blood stains, which were formed after the blood had dried up.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, which was not a big problem for Wu Di, because he had long been used to it.

In addition, there are still many skulls scattered on the altar, there are human races, demon beasts, and some other strange races, most of which have been ossified and completely lost their luster, and some have even turned into flying ashes, only the monkey brain the size of the basin is still bursting with essence and has not rotted.

Obviously, this monkey brain is not an ancient artifact that has existed since ancient times, but has only recently fallen on this blood altar, so the other skulls belonging to various races on the altar have probably not existed here since the ancient times, which is shocking.

I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, and this altar still seems to be alive, and blood rituals are regularly performed.

Wu Di circled along the edge of the altar and came to the front of the altar. A small stone statue appeared in front of him, which had been blocked by the large stone statue on the back and had not been revealed.

No matter how you look at it, the expression on the face of the small stone statue always makes Wu Di have a hairy feeling, as if it has changed in an instant, and what he sees at this moment is completely different from what he felt the previous second.

In front of the stone statue is a quaint stone table, in the center of which is an incense burner, the fragrance lingers to this day, and it seems that it will never be extinguished; on the left is a golden human skull, bloodshot, with a strange light shining in the depths of the hollow eye sockets; and on the right is a palm-sized black stone, which has brilliant golden veins, exuding the power of the most masculine and strong, and at the same time has an inky black breath, from yin to softness, yin and yang, to achieve a delicate balance.

Wu Di was fearless and walked towards the center of the altar.

'Click'

At this moment, a phantus suddenly appeared in the sky, resembling a guillotine, and a thin crimson line fell from the blade of the guillotine, cutting towards Wu Di's neck.

The red line is not yet approaching, a sharp artistic conception arrives first, indestructible, nothing is not cut, the thin line falling from this guillotine seems to write the will of heaven and earth, to cut off Wu Di's neck.

"Hmph" Wu Di snorted coldly, opened his five fingers together, grabbed the crimson line of death, and directly confronted it with his physical body.

'When'

If it weren't for the duel being held on the altar, I'm afraid that a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers or even larger would have been flattened by this impact.

Wu Di is strong when he is strong, and at this moment he showed the momentum of the battleable world, and wiped out the red line with his strong strength, and then strode towards the altar stone table, and grabbed the palm-sized black stone.

'Click'

A blood-colored lightning flashed above the firmament.

Wu Di's move seemed to be a wrath of heaven, and the phantom of the guillotine in mid-air became more and more condensed, and thousands of slashing gods were swept down in a trembling move, which was a lore.

Wu Di was not afraid, his right hand still took it towards the black stone, and his left hand swung out in the air, driving the endless fist wind to shatter the crimson killing light, and a big explosion occurred in the void.

What can be placed on the stone table must be a treasure that is difficult to find in the world, with unpredictable ability, Wu Di himself is invincible, not afraid of anyone and everything, but the friends around him have never reached his level, and sometimes it is unknown that this strange treasure is needed.

So not only the black stone, but also the incense burner in the middle, Wu Di, was also planning to take it away, and as for the golden skull, Wu Di had no intention of taking it.

Leave a line in everything, and see each other well in the future, so that it will not be because the golden skull looks seeping.

A faint sigh seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, and the phantom of the guillotine in mid-air shattered, turning into a chaotic gate, trying to teleport Wu Di out of the altar.

"Come back. Wu Di was shocked, and the momentum that radiated out temporarily fixed the door of chaos, and his right hand leaned out like lightning, taking away the black stone on the stone table.

"Today's cause, come to Riguo, wait, I'll go to you. A sigh that was different from the previous one, more sharp and penetrating, like a ghost-like self-muttering voice resounded at the blood-colored altar, but Wu Di could no longer hear it.

When he reappeared, Wu Di's environment was a deep and dark room, and Wu Di keenly felt a slight chill on the back of his neck, as if something was blowing cold.

'Boom'

There is nothing to say in this kind of ghost place, Wu Di's domineering fist, one punch is unstoppable, this majestic mansion belonging to a certain ancient force was destroyed in half under Wu Di's punch, and the closest to him, the yin ghost behind him didn't have time to snort before it turned into powder, leaving only a round black pebble.

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In the southeast of the Ghost Realm Dead City, the fat Taoist priest and the Zhuang monk fled a little embarrassed, and less than half of the original thirty people were now left.

'Smack'

The wooden door of a house next to the street opened automatically, and above the table in the house floated a thing covered in light, exuding mysterious fluctuations, which must be a treasure.

"Baby"

"Treasures"

"It's mine. ”

Three of the group's men rushed to the house as if they had lost their souls.

"Idiots, are you idiots? Monk Zhuang scolded angrily.

"No, retreat, don't look. The fat Taoist priest's face changed greatly, and the rest of the people hurriedly retreated when they saw this.

I saw that after the three young men entered the house, the door suddenly closed automatically, and then there were three terrible screams, followed by a creaking and infiltrating bite, and in the invisible house, there seemed to be a powerful ghost biting the bodies of the three people.

"Dao Chief, what the hell is going on?" asked the peerless woman, her face pale, beads of sweat sticking to her hair, obviously frightened.

"Look, what's that?" exclaimed a young man, pointing to the altar in the middle of the city.

'Click' a blood-colored lightning illuminated the nine heavens, followed by patches of crimson killing light.

"Slash the gods and rob the light. The seventy-year-old father-in-law, the young boy who was less than ten years old, the fat Taoist priest and others suddenly screamed.

"It's over, it's over, it's over. The fat Taoist priest's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

"What happened to the hell, the last time I came, it was clearly not the case, what happened, this dead city seems to have recovered. The fat Taoist priest was cloaked in a cloak, and the gods were chattering to himself.

"Half a month ago, an old ape demon of the Ape Demon Clan, who was infinitely close to the realm of the Sovereign, stepped on a teleportation array, and it seemed that he was teleported to this city, could it have something to do with it. Someone whispered.

The fat Taoist priest ignored it, turned his head to look at Monk Zhuang and said, "Fortune teller, you are quick to calculate, didn't you always guarantee a way to survive before?"

"Don't rush, Amitabha Buddha and his second uncle. Monk Zhuang was sweating profusely, fiddling with the tortoise shell in his hand, and finally pointed to the city, trembling and said, "I have to go forward." ”

Even the Zhuang monk himself began to be uncertain, and lost confidence in his divination skills.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey"

"Boom"

There were ghosts all around, and they were surrounded.

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