The image lasted only a moment, and as the blood-red glow on the yang dimmed, the image vanished.

Chu Tian told this scene to a few people, and after listening to it, several people had different expressions, but they all had one belief, that is, they couldn't let that evil mage complete his purpose, otherwise something bad would happen.

Following the guidance of Yang Qi, Chu Tian flickered forward along the weak point of the blood qi in the prohibition, and Feng Ling'er and the others followed Chu Tian closely behind, not falling behind.

Walking out of the prohibition on the periphery, Yi hid himself as usual and hid.

Stepping out of the prohibition, Chu Tian saw the picture of Yang Ling unfolding in Chu Tian's mind, the blonde man, that is, the evil mage, was sitting upright on the altar, chanting words in his mouth, and from time to time he made a few hand duels, with a solemn expression.

Four haggard-looking monks lined up in front of the blonde man, lined up on either side. Each of these people is not weak in cultivation, they are all in the foundation building period, there are two Westerners, and there are also two pure Eastern monks. At this time, they all looked at the few people who came in with unkind faces.

The pupils of these people no longer have all the colors of ordinary people's pupils, only the white eyes remain, which covered the entire pair of eyes. If you look at it, you can see that the whitish place is still wriggling, like a part of the body of a maggot.

There is a straight path on the big pit, and under the path are corpses, and those who are qualified to be corpses here are all monks with mana. In addition to these monks, there are strange worms of different thicknesses, but they are all obese and worm-like.

From time to time, a monk standing on the edge of the pit fell into the pit, and then a fat worm broke through various parts of the monk's body and crawled out, bursting out with blood.

Some insects seem to have eaten too much, their bodies are bulging, and the whole insect body explodes with a "pop", and dark green blood flows out, and soon the blood emitted by the dark green blood is pulled to the center of the big pit by an inexplicable force, where there is a small mouth that is being washed by the blood gas, and there are some signs of expansion step by step. It looks like a bloody slaughterhouse.

Several people noticed this phenomenon, and Chu Tian exclaimed, "Isn't this what the spatial crack looks like?" As he spoke, he and Master Jin looked at each other, took out their weapons from the storage bag, and rushed towards the blonde man on the path leading to the altar.

Feng Ling'er in the back pinched his hands and prepared a powerful spell.

Standing in front of the blonde man, an old man with a yellow face and wrinkles raised the magic staff in his hand, which was inlaid with an extremely black gem, and after reciting a few incantations, two bone knives with broken wooden shields in their left hands and bone polishing in their right hands blocked the path with the sound of bones moving in "Titicaca".

Another middle-aged Western mage master waved his hand, and the fireball bullets continued to attack Chu Tian and the others as if they didn't want money.

The pair of two oriental monks with similar faces combined to sacrifice a flying sword as fast as lightning, ignoring Chu Tian and the others, and shot straight towards Feng Ling'er, who was casting spells.

Seeing the flying sword coming, Feng Ling'er had no choice but to disperse her mana, gave up completing most of the spells, and summoned the newly repaired Bixiu Sword in the storage bag, and heard the sound of the Bixiu Sword, and met the lightning fast sword from the bottom to the top, and the sonorous sound continued for a while.

In the handover of gold and iron, the Bixiu sword, which was originally from the bottom up, had the upper hand, and between the first wave of the two flying swords, it suppressed the lightning-fast flying sword, and gained one after another in the battle between the two swords.

Seeing that Feng Ling'er was not in danger, but had the upper hand, Chu Tian couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, it was really worth the money, and it was easy not to deceive me!

When the fire bomb technique struck, Chu Tian and Master Jin completely gave up resistance, and rushed forward with all their strength without making any resistance.

At this time, the middle-aged mage would definitely be furious if he still had consciousness, which was too contemptuous.

But soon the middle-aged mage would find out that this was really the case.

The middle-aged mage's fire bomb technique hit the two of them, and it had no effect except for bursting out with a brilliant spark. As if this fire bomb technique did not exist.

The fire bomb technique hit the two of them "bang", and the hundreds of fire bomb techniques slightly blocked the speed of the two of them, and they couldn't cause any damage to the two of them.

During this time, Chu Tian and the others had already reached the middle part of the path, and according to this posture, they would soon be able to rush to the side of the altar, posing a threat to their current master, the blonde man.

The middle-aged mage also knew that his Shunfa Fire Bullet Technique would not have much effect, so he was busy switching to other magic, and the walls of fire condensed from the path, delaying more time.

The old man who summoned the skull was not idle, and in this short moment, a dozen skull warriors stood on the path in unison, two side by side marching forward.

After summoning a large number of low-level skulls, the old man's already haggard face shrank even more, and he saw the old man holding the staff and his other withered hand digging fiercely on the staff, and then dug out the black gem and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sparse teeth gnawed hard at the black gem, and the mouth was full of blood, but the old man didn't care at all, and after swallowing the black gem, he recited a jerky incantation, and an extremely dark aura gradually gathered towards the old man.

At this time, Chu Tian and Master Jin broke through the wall of fire and encountered the skeleton soldiers.

Chu Tian held the Wind God Sword in his hand, and the arm was raised and retracted, and the skeleton soldier who was holding the shield to resist was cut in half along the ribs, and with a snap, the upper body fell to the ground, and the other half of the body rolled into the pit.

Master Jin next to him was wearing a pair of golden gloves on his hands at this time, and punched the head of another skull, and the erratic soul fire in the skull warrior's skull was extinguished, and the head was torn apart.

Without stopping for long, Chu Tian stepped on the skull that had been cut in half and tried to hold his ankle with his two bone hands, jumped up, and under the mana infusion of the Wind God Sword, a seven-foot-long cyan sword slashed forward with the swing of the Wind God Sword.

Where the sword passed, there was no intact body, and one by one, the skeleton warriors were driven by the wind passing by Chu Tian and divided into two sections, and fell in unison towards the big pit on the side of the path.

Seeing that Chu Tian had solved these skeleton soldiers blocking the way in one fell swoop, the means that Master Jin had just wanted to use were put away again, and he was ready to give him a surprise after meeting the blonde man.

Chu Tiancai here has finished solving the skeleton soldiers, and the old mage over there has already completed the spell.

A gorilla with a brutal and violent aura and thick black hair stretched out a hairy hand from the inexplicable space, as if pressing against a wall, maybe even the old man who summoned him did not expect to summon such a thing, and looked at it in a daze.

The black-haired gorilla's eyes were blood-red, and when he saw the old man looking at it, he grabbed the old man and ate the old man cleanly, and swept away his murderous eyes.

The middle-aged man who had just prepared a large spell lowered his hand under the fierce light of the black-haired gorilla, and unconsciously took two steps back.

The black-haired gorilla saw the middle-aged man retreat, a hint of banter flashed in his eyes, and his palm-sized hand swept away, grabbed the middle-aged man's waist and brought it to his mouth.

The black-haired gorilla's teeth were still hanging with strips of minced meat on the old man's body, exuding the smell of blood, and he threw the man into his mouth and swallowed it alive.