Underground caverns in the airport.

A huge altar hundreds of meters high is located in the middle of it.

The cascading staircase was half-hidden in the darkness, and nearly a thousand silent strange people knelt between the stairs.

At first glance, this scene is indistinguishable from the worship of the gods by humans.

Through his previous discoveries during the extermination of the strange race, Yan Jing had realized that the race created by the evil cult seemed to be intended to make them imitate human beings, both physically and mentally, as close to the latter as possible.

Coupled with the scene that was presented in front of Yan Jing's eyes at this time.

One has to suspect that this evil head is trying to create the power of faith in this way!

Yan Jing had once encountered a similar existence when he was in Jingjiang Ancient Town, where the evil Buddha tricked the people of the entire town into praying for him all year round, not only breaking the seal, but also achieving an extremely terrifying Dharma Body.

Yan Jing felt horrified at that time, how could he have thought that he could meet even more ruthless now.

If this evil cult succeeds in creating a race similar to human beings, and then allows them to multiply and grow and eventually occupy the Shenzhou world, perhaps the end of the Shenzhou world will come, and it will even give birth to an extremely terrifying evil.

Climb the ladder.

Yan Jing stared at the best mist of the altar, and the twin knives condensed by the Red Nightmare Arm Armor were in his hands, and the black and white dragon and tiger qi wrapped around it.

Even if he couldn't lock on to the evil with his eyes alone, the intuition brought by the insect's premonition still made Yan Jing affirm the existence of the former.

Climbing dozens of steps, Yan Jing's footsteps stopped briefly at this time.

Looking down at the dim twin knives in his hand, the energy of the Red Nightmare Gauntlet was being invisibly suppressed.

The strength far exceeds the suppression power generated by the erosion of evil energy in the Divine World.

There is no doubt about this altar. No, it should be said that this cave has been affected by evil creatures, and the closer you get to the latter area, the more obvious the suppression of non-evil creatures becomes.

Not only that, but as he moved forward, he noticed that the appearance of the statues around him had also begun to change.

The higher the position of these strange people to kneel, the clearer their appearance becomes, and the surface of their bodies is even more light gray with a stone luster, and a small area is hidden with dark green fluorescent lines.

Even if they are members of the same group of created weirdos, their identities seem to be different.

No longer hesitating, Yan Jing quickened his pace and tried to forcibly break through the anomalous realm caused by the evil spirit, but he obviously underestimated the control of the evil spirit that had been able to occupy the airport for decades over this area.

Every time you rush up more than ten meters, the surrounding environment's suppression of non-evil creatures will rise sharply.

This suppression was not limited to elemental spiritual energy, Yan Jing even felt that his body was gradually becoming stiff as he went, and every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be rusty in his gestures, making it difficult to move smoothly.

Two of the lighting talismans were extinguished by the gray mist.

The speed of the Shuofeng Sword around the guard slowed, and the twin swords condensed by the Red Nightmare Gauntlet gradually dissipated due to suppression.

Yan Jing was powerless to stop this change, after all, both the Red Nightmare Gauntlets and the Shuofeng Sword were foreign objects, and it was impossible for him to change their nature at such a time.

On the other hand, the moment the body is suppressed, the power of faith penetrates the whole body.

The suppression of his body from the evil spirit was washed away, and Yan Jing simply put away the Red Nightmare Gauntlet and Shuofeng Sword, which were difficult to use, and rushed towards the top of the altar with all his physical strength.

However, just as Yan Jing was speeding halfway through, the alarm in his mind rose sharply.

Without stopping, Yan Jing's right foot suddenly strengthened when he stepped on the ground, and a front plane somersaulted into the air, and just where he had just passed, two narrow dry arms pierced in, shaking up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Before Yan Jing could figure out the situation, a strong wind hit his side, and when he looked around, he found that the strange people who were still kneeling and silent between the stairs just now had been resurrected in large numbers.

They shook off the dust on their bodies, and the dark green fluorescence spread to their hearts and eyes.

Evil energy poured into the body, as if infusing them with surging energy.

This is a command from an evil spirit.

Let them crush the humans who dare to break into the altar!

The sharp sound of the wind sounded in his ears, and Yan Jing once again dodged the stab of the tentacles, and the Shuofeng Sword took his hand, turned around and slashed at the surface of the strange man's body, cutting open its flesh and skin.

The next scene made Yan Jing frown.

Even if it is suppressed by the environment, the special effects of the Shuofeng Sword itself are difficult to play, but this weapon has been tempered by the special skill of [Hidden Weapon], and it can be called a divine weapon.

However, after the Shuofeng Sword slashed at the strange man, Yan Jing already felt a noticeable sense of sluggishness.

This made Yan Jing quickly realize that the strange people on this side of the altar were anything but unusual.

It was not long before Yan Jing's inference was verified.

Unlike the low-level weirdos that were killed on the Floating Island before, the weirdos who besieged Yan Jing at this time were all evil people who had human brains in their heads and had been cultivated by evil spirits for a long time.

Not only did he show an amazing degree of cooperation in his actions, but his entire body was constantly twisted and transformed, extending the limbs of various monsters to fight against Yan Jing, and the strange people on the floating island were simply outright primitive people compared to them.

Those who have been banished, and whose entire race is worthy of using only one human brain, are obviously defective, and those who gather in this altar and worship evil all the time are the true and complete forms of the weirdos!

The strange people who came in like a tidal wave gave Yan Jing a lot of pressure.

Occupying the home advantage, the strange crowd continued to launch a death charge under the premise that Yan Jing's weapons were generally suppressed, and more than a dozen people attacked at the same time, and many strange limbs poured in from all directions, blocking the space around Yan Jing.

In the past, in the face of this kind of attack, it only took Shuofeng Sword to go around and immediately cut them to pieces, but now Yan Jing swung his sword and slashed, although he could achieve the same effect, he would inevitably feel difficult.

The realms that could cope with this situation were left by Yan Jing to provide shelter in the expeditionary fleet.

What's more, there is not much time left for Yan Jing.

It's been almost ten minutes since Anderson arrived, and now is not the time to get tangled up with a bunch of weirdos.

In a hurry, Yan Jing no longer hid.

Deathcore Doom quietly activated, and its form suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in place.

At the same time, more than ten meters away, blue smoke rose again, and Yan Jing manifested from it.

That's right, it's Deathcore Doom's [Taiyin Autopsy Metamorphosis].

Yan Jing didn't have time to entangle with these weirdos, and the best way to get rid of them was naturally to directly cross the space and leave the latter behind.

Sensing that the target was gone, the strangers immediately changed direction and continued to walk towards the encirclement of Yan Jing, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't cross the space faster after all, and the altar staircase also perfectly provided the angle needed to cross the space.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Jing came to the upper floor of the altar.

Looking back at the crowd gathered below, he retracted his attention and looked instead at the top of the altar.

Even if it was only a few dozen meters away, Yan Jing still couldn't see the existence of the top of the altar clearly, it seemed to be cut off from the outside world by something, and even the gray mist that lingered in it was extremely condensed.

The trouble is that Yan Jing, who has come to this distance, keenly feels that his strength has been further suppressed, even if it is offset by the power of faith, it is still uncomfortable.

However, it was already here, and Yan Jing knew very well that he had no way out.

The success or failure of the Great Expedition is related to the future of the Shenzhou world, as well as his net worth and life.

There is no advance or retreat!

Taking advantage of the time it would take for the strange people to re-encircle, Yan Jing strode forward, trying to quickly rush to the vicinity of the evil cult and launch an attack, dragging it into battle and changing the current situation.

But just as Yan Jing was moving forward, there was a strange sound from the top of the altar.

The gray mist suddenly spread out in all directions, and Yan Jing, who was about to use the Taiyin Autopsy Transformation Urn again, only felt a tremor in the space, and then a black and viscous liquid splashed in front of him, covering the upper floors of the altar, not to mention, it was even more surging and spreading.

Yan Jing was surprised by the appearance of these black and viscous liquids, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a strange bulge appear in the central part of these liquids, and finally a dark statue with dark green fluorescence appeared.

Without intending to just stand aside and watch, Yan Jing decisively activated the Holy Ember Curse Seal, the [Ascending Dragon Gate] special effect was activated, the Kiss Armor possessed the body, and flew out on the aurora curtain, and the Shuofeng Sword wrapped in black and white dragon and tiger qi directly slashed at the head of one of the statues.

When Chang~

The cracking sound sounded at this moment.

Waves of foul smell erupted, blowing the armor on Yan Jing's body, and the constant trembling psionic light on the surface of the mantily kiss armor was enough to prove that it was suffering some kind of terrifying erosion.

The surface of the statue that was slashed by the Shuofeng Sword shattered, revealing a touch of pure white underneath.

Yan Jing's eyes widened.

In his perception, the statue in front of him actually exuded a divine aura. How could such a pure and divine existence be born in the black and turbid liquid filled with evil energy?

Fragments of the statue's surface fell, and the pure white robe hung over the black and turbid liquid without staining it in the slightest.

Beneath the white robe was a humanoid form, but the hooded head was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to identify.

It just stood quietly facing Yan Jing.

Suddenly, his arms were opened, and his wide sleeved robe even covered his hands, and only a majestic divine aura was thrown at Yan Jing.

The accumulated strength in his body had a faint tendency to dissipate, Yan Jing's eyes gradually became sluggish, and a large number of folds and dark spots appeared in the exposed skin and flesh in an instant, and the blood and viscera in his body were even more sluggish.

The stairs around the altar were activated at this moment, turning into dark green pythons tens of meters long, spitting out poisonous mist, and the strange people behind them were crazy and mutated, linking each other together, and kneading into an indescribable nightmarish monster.

Yan Jing was unaware of this.

The blessing comes from the white-robed monk.

No, it's a curse!

A terrifying chill rose from Yan Jing's back, and the Dragon and Tiger Yama statue was passively activated, and a magnificent phantom appeared behind the former out of thin air.

Cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and Yan Jing stared at the white-robed monk in front of him, only feeling a burst of fear.

This guy was actually able to directly interfere with Yan Jing's mind and body under the protection of the Dragon Tiger Yama Statue!

If it weren't for the fact that the Dragon Tiger Yama Statue had completed its evolution not long ago, I'm afraid that one moment just now would have been enough to take Yan Jing's life.

The white-robed monk in front of him who seemed pure and sacred.

It's the embodiment of the evil at all!

At the last moment, Yan Jing, who finally woke up, gritted his teeth, first defeated the curse with the power of faith, and then chose to explode with all his strength without hesitation.

Tiger Jiao Change!

His eyes glowed with a dark golden light.

The storm converged at this moment, swinging through the poisonous mist and shaking back the approaching, twisted monster of strange people.

In the roar of the dragon and the tiger, Yan Jing's body suddenly expanded, turning into a majestic giant nearly five meters high, with blue-purple scale armor covering his body, and the hideous tiger's head grinned at the white-robed monk with fangs, overflowing with domineering.

The armor of the mantine kiss fit perfectly to the body, and Yan Jing rushed directly in front of the white-robed monk, and raised his hand to blast out a punch.

This was the first time that Yan Jing had used the Tiger Jiao Transformation after completing the transformation of his physical body.

The erosion of the power of faith made Yan Jing's physical body truly break the shackles of the human body and step to a new level, even if the physique of the Tiger Jiao's transformed state was not much different from the past, but the inner body had already achieved a qualitative leap.

The unprecedented power is surging in the body, and every inch of the muscles seems to be roaring, desperate for catharsis.

Even if the elemental spiritual energy was extremely suppressed, the strength of the flesh alone still caused the space to vibrate, and the surface of the rapidly blasted fist was even attached to the light gray air current, and the piercing air explosion resounded throughout the underground cavern.

The white-robed monk obviously didn't expect Yan Jing to be able to get rid of its mind control in just a few seconds, which seemed to it to be absolutely impossible, let alone solve the killing moves it had arranged in the blink of an eye.

Faced with an oncoming fist that could not dodge, it could only try to parry.

But how could this fist, which was almost full of Yan Jing's strength, be so easy to stop?

The moment it touched, the sleeves of the monk's arms burst directly, revealing a filthy torso full of scars and twisted lines underneath, which was directly broken and crushed into powder in the next second.

The golden power of faith poured out from his fists, enveloping the white-robed monk and causing his figure to gradually disappear.

A doppelganger is a doppelganger, and it may carry some of the evil abilities, but it does not have the body of the latter.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the pillar of light condensed by the power of faith broke through the gray mist on the upper floors of the altar.

The guy hiding inside finally showed a round shape.

Yan Jing's figure stagnated slightly, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his mentally stabilized again became disordered

At the top of the altar is an obsidian statue that is difficult to describe in words.

It has a pair of large, asymmetrical ears that are not made up of dry, rough skin, but tentacles connected by webbed membranes.

A sinuous and soft, elephant-like trunk-like organ covers the statue's head.

At the end of the trunk is a trumpet-like suction cup, filled with sharp spines and wriggling rings of flesh.

Two tusks protrude from the bulbous mouth below the nose, curved in such a way that they entangle each other, and their length causes their base to be close to the altar on which the filthy crouch squatted.

The forelimbs attached to the huge chest and sides of the abdomen bend from the elbows, while the human-like hands are palms up on the knees of the sitting.

The posture of the whole statue carries the solemnity of divinity.

In the details of the carving, there is an indescribable evil and eccentricity.

(End of chapter)