Chapter 188: The Altar, the Little Girl

The island is eerie and terrifying, full of white bones, like an ancient burial place.

Every corpse here is a local tyrant-level powerhouse in front of him, and even if thousands of years have passed, the Dao on the bones is still able to shock many monks under the Source Realm to death.

Wang Huan was now in a half-demon state, and his strength was extraordinary, and he directly stepped on these corpses and rushed towards the center of the island.

"Boom ......"

Before reaching the center of the island, a series of roars sounded in the entire sky, and in the sky, lightning and thunder roared, like nine heavenly thunder punishments falling, intertwined into a world of thunder and lightning.

In addition to the thunder and lightning, the sky was still crimson, and the cries and wails of countless unjust ghosts sounded all around, as if hell had opened a gap, and countless ghosts were struck by thunder and lightning, and the screams were very sharp and terrifying. There was no one around, but the sound seemed to be real.

The closer I got closer, I realized that the sky was drizzling with a light rain at some point, the raindrops were red, and there was an unpleasant fishy smell, which was blood rain......

In the middle of the island, there is an altar hundreds of feet high. The altar was made of red stones, and the red of those stones was not a normal red, like the kind of red that had been soaked in blood for endless years.

It's a bloody red, and if you get closer, you can see the blood flowing down the stone like mud.

And under the altar, there is a river of blood around it, and the turbid blood flows slowly, and after the blood rain falls, it naturally converges towards the river of blood.

There are a total of eight directions on the altar, which are arranged according to the eight directions of the eight trigrams: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

The altar is very empty, with a kilometer-wide platform, like a large stage.

In the center of the Bafang Altar, there is a bronze tripod that is constantly burning.

The bronze tripod is ten zhang high, eight zhang wide, the shape is round, in the eight directions of the big tripod, there are many heads of hell demons, ancient beasts, fierce ghosts and so on are beating.

Those hideous heads are not carved, as if they have sealed countless terrifying existences, and the bodies and heads of those terrifying existences reveal a corner from the eight directions of the bronze tripod from time to time, as if they will move.

From afar, I felt the breath of an ancient demon god from the big ding.

The bronze tripod is rusty, as if it has gone through endless years, on top of the tripod, a cluster of churning red flames is ignited, the flame is three zhang high, and it has the momentum of burning the sky and boiling the sea.

The color of the flame is the same as the blood, with the lightning and thunder in the sky, this place, like the land of doom, but this altar, where did this big tripod come from?

At this moment, Wang Huan ran in the air, and soon crossed the land of bones and ran towards the altar in the center of the island.

There were still more than ten miles away from the altar, Wang Huan let out a terrifying scream, staring at the altar with red eyes, the demon patterns on his body were thicker, the gray places on his skin became darker and darker, and some black mist even appeared on the surface of his body, and those black mist were strung out like ghosts, making giggles.

I couldn't help but the master curled up near Wang Huan's heart with difficulty, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and countless golden Buddha mangs emitted from his back, and the Taixu Wheel was like a **, floating under him.

I can't help but the master and the Taixu Wheel emit a golden light at the same time, forming a golden line, and now, the only thing that can block the evil qi in Wang Huan's body is this golden line, once the line collapses, Wang Huan will completely turn into a demon.

More than ten miles away from the altar, Wang Huan's eyes showed a thick excitement, and his body rushed towards that place more quickly.

Wang Huan, who is in a half-demon state, has a great interest in this kind of blood sacrifice, every time he gets close to the altar, the amount of power on Wang Huan's body swells by one point, and now Wang Huan's combat power has already surpassed the Yuan Dan realm, and even surpassed the local tyrant level......

Today's Wang Huan, no one knows what level he has reached, only that Lu Dao is very strong, very strong.

Every time Wang Huan took a step, the earth shook the mountains, and the magic patterns on his body had boundless strength, it seemed that as long as he was willing, one punch could blast a hundred miles into ruins, if it was in the outside world, one punch could shatter a big city like Ningcheng, and one kick could change the landscape of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains......

Just as Wang Huan approached the altar, his bloodlet and murderous eyes suddenly saw a person appear on the altar.

Yes, on the altar, next to the bronze tripod, a person, a small person, appeared.

It was a little girl about one meter two tall, standing next to the bronze tripod ten zhang high, looking very inconspicuous, but it was such a little girl, it seemed that the whole island was centered on her small body, and all the dark and evil forces were surging towards her one-meter two body.

At this moment, the little girl was wearing a white dress, her skin was fair, clean and beautiful, and the only thing that was terrifying was her eyes.

The little girl's eyes were crimson, and her two eye sockets were cold and hollow, like two deep cold pools, and like two endless black holes.

Her eyes were sunken and terrifying, as if there was another world in them. Countless sinister qi gathered towards the little girl's body. At this moment, she was tilting her head up, her hands wide open, staring at the crimson sky, and the blood rain hitting her body looked very weird.

"The killing of 10,000 years ago, the yellow spring water all over the ground, the sleeping beauty, the endless demon chaos ......"

The little girl was muttering, repeating this sentence, and the sky, under her thoughts, became even more crimson, the blood clouds rolled, and even the blood rain became heavier and heavier.

The rain of blood crashed on the ground, and the river below the altar flowed more rapidly, even stirring up patches of blood and water.

Wang Huan looked at the little girl on the altar, his eyes shrank, the current Wang Huan is still only in a half-demon state, although he is delirious in most cases, but there is still a trace of memory in his body.

That little girl, why is it so familiar?

"Ah" As soon as he thought about something, the demonic nature immediately eroded Wang Huan's body, causing him to let out a painful roar, and all memories immediately disappeared again.

In the case of madness, Wang Huan regained that terrifying demonic nature, a big smile came out of his mouth, and he stepped out and appeared directly under the altar ten miles away, the demon clouds surging behind him, and the blood in the blood river seemed to be summoned, and it also began to rush towards Wang Huan's body.

Today's Wang Huan also showed a terrifying aura behind him, and a demon figure rushed out of his body, the demon was ten feet high, covering the sky and the sun, this demon had no specific form, and was constantly changing.

When Wang Huan appeared, one-third of the blood in the river of blood poured towards his body, but the little girl on the altar seemed to ignore it, still reciting the words: "The killing of 10,000 years ago, the yellow spring water all over the ground, the sleeping beauty, the endless demon chaos." ”

Hearing this voice, Wang Huan's mind seemed to be sober again, and a wisp of black light appeared in his red eyes, and he suddenly shouted, "Miaomiao!"

After screaming, Wang Huan's head seemed to explode, and it was very uncomfortable.

On the altar, the little girl had been looking up at the sky, but at this moment, her petite body actually trembled, and then, a pair of empty eyes suddenly glanced down.

"Big brother, are you big brother?"

Miaomiao's body kept trembling, looking at the man under the altar who was shrouded in demon clouds, that man was now covered with magic patterns, and some scales even grew on the surface of his body, which was hideous and terrifying.

However, his appearance still made Miaomiao's body tremble.

"Big brother, have you come to see Miaomiao? You still remember Miaomiao, you really haven't forgotten Miaomiao. ”

"You became like this for Miao Miao, right? You want to be by Miao Miao's side because you are transformed like this in order to see Miao Miao, right?" On the altar, Miao Miao kept talking to herself, and suddenly she seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly exclaimed: "Big brother, get out of here, you have to live well, don't see me again, never!"

Miao Miao suddenly exclaimed, and two yellow springs suddenly rushed out from her back, and the two yellow springs were like two boundless yellow spring chains, reaching into the sky.

At this moment, the chain formed by the condensation of the water of the two yellow springs suddenly stabbed down from the sky and stabbed towards Wang Huan's body.

"Ah, little girl, come here!"

After Wang Huan shouted the word Miaomiao, his body let out a painful scream again, and even the golden thread in the heart that Master Jian had arranged loosened a little, and now, Wang Huan was even more terrifying than before.

He no longer remembered Miaomiao, and he didn't know what he was doing, and when he saw the two yellow springs, he roared fiercely, and both fists burst out at the same time.

Today's Wang Huan, the magic pattern on his fist flickered, and with a punch, two crimson demon clouds more than ten zhang long and wide immediately appeared on the fist, and countless undead souls screamed and roared in the demon clouds, and many strange red spots appeared on the surface of the body because of inhaling a large amount of blood river water.

The two demonic clouds were like two hellish mountains, blasting towards the chain condensed by the wonderful water of the Yellow Spring.

On the altar, Miao Miao's brows furrowed, and a normal wisp of pitch black appeared in her eyes, but in an instant, she turned crimson again, and two chains of yellow spring water pierced into the Demon Cloud Mountain, making a series of "crackling" sounds.

In the end, the Demon Cloud Mountain was shattered, but the two Yellow Spring chains were still pierced.

"Break it for me!"

Wang Huan's eyes widened, and the demon image behind him suddenly rushed forward, and two huge arms appeared in the demon image, and suddenly grabbed the two yellow spring water chains, wanting to break them.

"Buzz!"

The chain of yellow spring water emitted a series of tremors, and Miaomiao's brows on the altar furrowed again, and then, with a stomp of her little feet, she suddenly jumped onto the bronze tripod, and in the middle of the tripod, the red flame seemed to be summoned, and suddenly surged towards her small body.

As he ascended, two chains of yellow spring water ignited with crimson flames, burning towards Wang Huan's demonic image.