The Blood Altar of the Ruins of the Western Aslan Empire Utur

"It seems to have come to an end, this killing drama of advocating color. "Net" Frost seemed to look at the corpse of the Netherworld that fell in the center of the Blood Altar, and the corners of his mouth hooked a childish evil smile, "I didn't expect it to be so soon, it's really a little unfinished."

"Now we can go back, right?" said Maya, turning her head to look at Kira.

"I still have one very important thing to complete," Qi La smiled indifferently, "Ma Ye, you can ask the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring to move Treya's body here, and stay here for the time being, along with the Netherworld and the Heavenly Bouquet of Flowers." After Qi La finished speaking, she looked at the Tianshu Youhua, who had lost too much blood and was unconscious next to the stone tablet, her face was as miserable as gold paper, and her breath was like a gossamer.

"Nether and Treya are dead, do you still need corpses?" Frost asked with interest, looking at Zira.

"Corpses are the most precious things. Kira smiled noncommittally, not answering the frosty question directly, but his gaze was pointedly at the night.

Ma Ye lowered his head and smiled, silent, his eyes were pitch black, like night after the stars had fallen.

The golden light gate appeared from the ground, and Qi Ra and the frost were like night, and turned and walked into their respective light gates.

The ruins of the Western Aslan Empire, the White Hell

A cold chill wrapped around Chen's ankles, and then, like a snake, the cold touch slid into Silver Dust's trousers, and the huge strange feeling in the air struck violently.

Silver Dust lowered his head, and the creeping withered reed-like white hay under his feet all turned into writhing creatures one by one, like thousands of white earthworms, and the entire snow-white ground squirmed, and then, one after another, along Silver Dust's ankles, quickly climbed up.

A shining sword light flashed, and the white withered grass was cut off in an instant.

Silver Dust leaps high and flies backwards.

After he landed, he raised his gaze, and now that the dense white pinholes on the rock walls around the cave were swimming like strange white silks like thin snakes and long worms, he raised his hand, just about to urge the soul technique, and then, his heart suddenly sank to the freezing point: he suddenly found that his body was extremely empty, a large amount of soul power had been lost at some point, and the remaining soul power in his body was less than one-tenth.

Just when he closed his eyes, wanting to absorb the golden soul mist around him to replenish his soul power, something even more terrifying happened. He was shocked to find that there was not a trace of golden soul mist inside the entire cave - this was a huge soul mist hollow. He finally understood what the strange feeling that had been lingering since he walked into the cave was, because he had never been in a place where there was no golden soul mist at all, and this absolutely unfamiliar experience caused him to feel indescribable discomfort. However, logically speaking, there is no need to exist in places where there is absolutely no golden soul mist, no matter how desolate it is, or poor mountains and bad waters, or even thousands of abysses underground, the golden soul mist has continued to spread and infiltrate on the Odin Big 6 for tens of millions of years, and no matter how remote the place, it will more or less penetrate some golden soul mist.

The heart shield suspended above his head flickered like a few breaths before it went out.

The entire cavern was engulfed in darkness in an instant.

After Yinchen lowered his head and thought for a while, he closed his eyes slightly, and in the air, a round golden yellow order rotted out, and he stretched out his hand and held it into his palm.

He raised his hand, a few golden lines in his palm flashed, and the heart shield lit up again, slowly rotting forward.

The deeper you go into the cave, the denser the white grass on the ground becomes. Further on, the black stone floor was barely visible, except for a thick layer of white dead grass covering the entire cavern.

Silver Dust raised his hand, released a spear, and threw it forward, the spear stabbed into the ground with a sonorous sound, and in the blink of an eye, the seemingly withered white grass silk on the ground all woke up, and once again turned into an earthworm-like living thing, winding along the handle of the spear, and the golden light that had been shrouded in the spear was completely extinguished after two or three seconds. Silver Dust's pupils tightened, and with a sonorous sound, the spear re-transformed into a few whistling rays of light and shadow, returning to Silver Dust's body.

"White grass silk that can absorb the power of plundering souls" Silver Dust secretly thought in his heart, what kind of plant was this, he knew most of Yaslan's plants very well, but this kind of grass silk had never been taro.

He looked up at the stone walls around him, and there were some localized areas that were not covered by white pinholes. He thought for a moment, and shook the golden ball in his palm again, the golden ball shattered in his palm, and the soul power in the ball seeped out like liquid gold and melted into his palm.

This small round ball, called the Golden Fountain, stored a high concentration of non-pure golden soul mist, and only a small one was needed to replenish a large amount of soul power.

After all the golden liquid had penetrated into his palm, his body spread out in the air, his wide robe slammed in the wind, he was like a gliding white crane, his movements were fast and light, his toes quickly touched the local blocks of the surrounding stone walls without white pinholes, and with the force of the rebound, he flew quickly along the stone walls towards the cave.

His silver was blown by the wind, as if white wind and snow were surrounding his face, and it seemed that his silver actually echoed those white withered grass. Out of the shining heart guard, he followed his lightning-fast figure, shooting quickly towards the cave. Everywhere he went, the darkness seemed to be torn apart by a glittering dagger, and the cave was filled with the illusion of silver dust jumping high.

More and more white withered grass awakened under the soul power stirred by the silver dust. Like a terrifying monster that smelled blood, the dense white needle-like dots on the stone wall before struggled out of sharp silk threads one after another, turning into crazy white grass threads, like a sudden blizzard, swept and whistling in the cave unscrupulously. The boundless threads of grass were blown by the wind on the stone walls of the cave, and they looked like the white heads of countless dead people, and they shook wildly, chasing the back of the silver dust, whistling away.

The dense sound behind him was getting closer and closer, as if the sound of thousands of ants gnawing on bones, Silver Dust turned his head, and countless white long grass silks rushed towards him wildly, his pupils suddenly locked, his body did not dare to have any slowness, and he accelerated and swept towards the depths of the cave. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, on the stone wall in front of him, a large mass of white grass silk exploded out, stabbing at him, he turned around in the air, and jumped towards the opposite stone wall, he wanted to use the power of the stone wall rebound to change the course of action, however, when his hands just touched the opposite stone wall, before he had time to push it away, he heard the sound of dense ants crawling again, his palm instantly felt a dense sharp stinging pain, he wanted to withdraw his palm, but a large amount of white grass silk has been wrapped around the entire forearm。 He gritted his teeth and pulled back hard, and in an instant the bloody and sweet taste filled his nasal cavity, and he dragged his bloody arm, desperate, and continued to fly forward.

The entire cavern has been fully awakened.

Gilgamesh, where are you?

I know I'm getting closer to you.

You wait for me.

The Blood Altar of the Ruins of the Western Aslan Empire Utur

It wasn't until the surroundings were completely quiet and all the soul columns should have dissipated that Tianshu Youhua quietly opened her eyes.

She had just been pretending to be unconscious, but the horror and horror in her heart made her heart beat violently all the time, and she was worried that she would be revealed by them.

Tianshu Youhua struggled to sit up, she looked at the stone door that was slowly closing, she gritted her teeth, and ran to the soul gathering jade that had fallen apart, she reassembled the lampshade wick lampholder that had fallen into several parts, and after a while, the warm green light came back on.

She smiled happily, wiped the tears from her eyes, and ran quickly towards the bleeding black tablet again. She understood that once the stone door was completely closed, it would never be opened again.

She looked at the dark hole, and the brain monkey was once again filled with the sharp pain of a thousand blades shattering her arm. She gritted her teeth and raised her other full arm, and at this time, a strange footstep sounded, as if someone was dragging a heavy object, slowly walking towards her from behind.

Tianshu Youhua immediately lay down again, pretending to close her eyes, and through the slit in her eyes, she saw the beautiful Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring with blood stains on her face, she grabbed Treya's ankle, and was slowly walking towards the Korean Blood Altar.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring's eyes were pitch black, and Treya's corpse was dragged upside down on the ground, her once smooth and bewitching face was rubbed on the ground one by one blood stains, the neat bun had been dragged on the ground, and her messy head was rubbing on the ground.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring walked to the edge of the Blood Altar, raised his hand, and threw Treya's body towards the center of the altar∝ Leia's body fell heavily next to the Netherworld, and there was a sound of bones breaking when it landed.

Tianbou Youhua didn't notice that when the corpse streaked through the air, a circle of looming transparent ripples suddenly appeared, as if it had crossed some kind of barrier.

If you die, there will be no more suffering.

Tianbouquet Youhua suddenly thought sadly.

Then, the darkness in the eyes of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring suddenly disappeared, and her whole body collapsed to the ground as if her soul had been drained.

After waiting quietly for a while, Tianshu Youhua sat up nervously, she looked at the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, and after making sure that she was no longer reacting, she struggled to reach her arm into the pitch-black round hole.

Gurgling blood flowed along the ditch, once again filling the altar of blood.

The corpses of Netherworld and Treya were gradually soaked in the blood of the Heavenly Bouquet of Flowers.

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