After a period of preparation, Liang Ming, Wang Zhihuan and the others finally began to return, and at the same time, they were accompanied by several earth immortals such as Xiao San and Yue Chenxing, as well as disciples of various sects in the Lei Xuan Continent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao San, Yue Chenxing, Li Mengzhu and Ling Song and other four earth immortals were the main force of assistance, and as for the elites and disciples of the various sects, it was more for the sake of refining and strengthening the momentum. After all, for these young disciples, being able to witness the battle between the Earth Immortals and the Ancient Gods was also a rare experience and a precious treasure.

"This time the Flame Continent has been saved!" Wang Zhihuan was so happy that he moved to the rescue, he kept sighing along the way, and even kept thanking Xiao San and Yue Chenxing and others.

With the help of a few more earth immortals and a large number of high-level cultivators all of a sudden, it was no wonder that Wang Zhilian would be so optimistic. In Wang Zhihuan's heart, he thought that as long as they could destroy the altar in time and prevent the ancient gods from continuing to descend, then the ancient gods of Gargamel alone would not be the opponents of the Earth Immortals of the Flame Continent and the Thunder Xuan Continent at all.

It's just that what Wang Zhihuan didn't expect was that the ancient god Gargamel was even crazier than everyone imagined, exterminating humanity, and having no taboos.

Since the ancient god Boratu was killed that day, the ancient god Gargamel led his army to suffer a setback under Xingzhou City, he immediately retreated tens of thousands of miles, and then began to camp in the Shouwolf Mountain, and built a huge altar, preparing for more ancient gods to descend and fight against the earth immortals of the Xiuzhen Continent.

At the same time, the ancient god Gargamel began to arrange for the Seven Kills of the Gods and others, as well as the Protoss and the Hades Clan, with the Shouwolf Mountain as the center, to constantly attack around, and then plundered a large number of Terran monks, as well as civilians, to return and prepare for blood sacrifices.

Monkey King Liu Qi sat in Xingzhou City, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, although he knew that the ancient god Gargamel's side was capturing the human race everywhere around Shouwolf Mountain, but because of his weak strength, he was also powerless and felt helpless. I could only watch as the altar in Shouwolf Mountain became bigger and bigger, and more and more human races were captured by the ancient gods.

As for the matter of the god king Wang Chaofan of the god clan leading the army to attack the Zhongtian Empire, Liu Qi, the Monkey King, was not very worried, after all, the Zhongtian Empire still had some heritage, and he believed that even if Wang Chaofan did his best, he would not be able to take a great advantage in the land of the Zhongtian Empire.

Besides, before the Monkey King Liu Qi rushed to Xingzhou City, he had already buried a shadow, and the ancestor of the Nanyue Empire, who had already rushed to the capital of the Zhongtian Empire and sat in Zhongtian. Therefore, even if Monkey King Liu Qi received the information that the God King Wang Chaofan was attacking the Zhongtian Empire, he was still so fearless and calm.

Liu Qi is now worried that the altar in Shouwolf Mountain is about to be completed, and Liang Ming and Wang Zhihuan have not yet led the reinforcements from the Lei Xuan Continent back. Although Liu Qi understood that it was not easy to invite reinforcements from the Lei Xuan Continent, at least there was hope, so he had to hold on to hope and look forward to the arrival of reinforcements.

"Boom ......"

On this day, a huge roar suddenly sounded on Shouwolf Mountain. At the same time, a strong blood qi rose into the sky, penetrating the sky, reflecting the entire sky red, as if blood was constantly dripping down.

Immediately afterward, a thick layer of blood mist began to appear above the sky, and then slowly formed a wide and extremely deep whirlpool, like a huge funnel, hanging from the sky to the altar in the Shouwolf Mountain.

The bright red blood water was mighty, starting from the altar and rushing up the whirlpool. These blood waters seem to be endless, endless, no matter how the whirlpool swallows them, they continue to transmit to the Nine Heavens, and they can't be absorbed completely, absorb them cleanly.

It can be seen from this that this time there must be more human races than ever before in the blood sacrifice of the ancient god Gargamel, otherwise it would not be so powerful and thrilling.

The flying stream went straight to 90,000 feet, the blood water was surging, the blood mist lingered, and the rumbling sound was endless. This scene is not only spectacular, but also very weird. The power of this sudden blood-colored vortex has surpassed that of this world, and it makes people feel small, helpless, and frightened, and even have unspeakable disgust, uneasiness, and trembling.

At this time, the Shouwolf Mountain, except for the huge altar on the ground and the huge whirlpool in the sky, seemed to be empty. It seems to be the end of the world, connecting another different world, a different space. Even the slightest trace of aura that emanated from the top of the blood-colored vortex was so powerful that it made people feel suffocated.

On the altar on the ground, the ancient god Gargamel, the ancient god Xing Quinoa, and the ancient god Unarol are constantly making moves, using great magical powers, grinding hundreds of millions of human races into slag, grinding into meat sauce, extracting fresh blood, and constantly spilling it on the altar, providing blood for the vortex of the sky.

In an instant, the blood flowed into a river, and even into a sea, and the thick smell of blood seemed to be indissolvable, and it began to spread from the altar to the surrounding areas, making people feel sick and unable to hold themselves.

"Not good!"

When a huge roar sounded on Shouwolf Mountain, Monkey King Liu Qi couldn't help but feel cold, and almost without delay, he appeared in the sky.

Staring at the blood-drenched altar on Shouwolf Mountain, and the blood-colored vortex that was extremely red, Monkey King Liu Qi knew that what he feared most had happened. The ancient god Gargamel has built an altar and plundered enough blood sacrifices, and is carrying out a blood sacrifice to destroy humanity, preparing for more ancient gods to descend.

Monkey King Liu Qi's face was very ugly, although he knew that he could not return to the sky with his own strength, he still did not hesitate at all, and walked towards Shouwolf Mountain in one step, and at the same time sacrificed Jiuzhou Ding out, smashing it fiercely into the blood-colored vortex and the huge altar.

Almost at the same time that Monkey King Liu Qi attacked the altar, in the depths of the reckless wasteland of the Great Liang Empire, that is, on an altar in the so-called Southern Wilderness, an old man wrapped in a black robe was staring at an ancient well in front of him, and the whole person did not move, his eyes did not blink, and he was not shocked, as if he had watched for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years.

When, in the calm light of the water, the altar and the huge whirlpool on Shouwolf Mountain were suddenly reflected, and the black-robed old man actually stepped out and walked into the ancient well.

The seemingly calm ancient well, suddenly rippled and floated, dazzling, as if opening a different kind of portal, and in a blink of an eye, the old man in black robe disappeared.

At the same time, in the distant Shouwolf Mountain, there was a sudden fluctuation in the void, and then an ancient well appeared from the desolation, and a well water was like a mirror, exuding a faint brilliance.

Soon, an old man in a black robe walked out of the ancient well and came to the side of Monkey King Liu Qi.