"Thousand-year-old rune paper... This is a rune paper from a thousand years ago..."

"The world knows Haotian..."

"But today... Today's party thinks... You're on the same level as you..."

The golden cicada's facial features continued to spill blood, and his speech began to become intermittent, and his eyes became muddy again.

Gradually, negative emotions began to grow in his body, and his heart was beating rapidly.

His eyes began to glow with rage and madness.

The heart ape, which has been suppressed for thousands of years, is suddenly pushed by external forces...

Erupted.

The golden cicada just fell in the desert, motionless.

As time passed, layers of yellow sand submerged it, and from a distance, it was no longer obvious that there was still a person buried here.

From day to night, and then to the scorching sun.

Under the yellow sand, an arm suddenly stretched out!

The golden cicada staggered out of the yellow sand, panting and laughing madly.

"Haha..."

"Conspiracy, it's all conspiracy..."

He rushed into the air, and his words were completely out of logic.

The phantom of the ancient Buddha of the golden cicada that appeared behind him no longer had the light of the Buddha in the past, only the evil aura remained.

"Devour... Get stronger... I'm going to be stronger..."

"I am the Buddha!"

"Hahahaha!"

The strange laughter of the golden cicada continued to echo in the desert, like a mad monk, leaving in a daze.

Since then, there has been one less ambitious golden cicada in the world, and one more pathetic mad monk.

And the reason for this is just a thousand years ago, the Buddha wrote down a piece of talisman paper to suppress the monkeys.

The powerlessness contained in this makes people feel deeply frightened.

It's a pity that with the crazy state of the golden cicada, I'm afraid that in this life, there will be no chance to tell the reason.

……

"This is the altar you are talking about?"

'Wang Qiusheng' looked at the ruins in front of him expressionlessly, turned his head, looked at the soul thoughts on the side, and asked lightly.

Wang Qiusheng's eyes were also full of confusion.

The altar in my impression, although not magnificent, is at least very neat.

Complex lines spread across the ground.

But now it seems...

but it is desolate.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of ruins.

Many of the textures on the floor have been broken, and it's hard to believe that the altar is still in working order.

"Perhaps... Maybe it still works? ”

"Let's try to destroy it."

Wang Qiusheng's soul thought tentatively spoke.

"Heh..."

'Wang Qiusheng' sneered, raised his palm lightly, and slapped it on the ground hard.

In the next second, the floor tiles within a radius of several hundred meters turned into powder!

The altar can be said to be destroyed and cannot be destroyed again.

Wang Qiusheng raised his head and looked at the void.

The projection of Heavenly Court did not fade, but seemed to be more clear unconsciously.

He couldn't help but freeze in place, a little dazed and at a loss.

"So..."

"If one axe doesn't work, just chop a few more axes, and it will always have some effect."

The only patience that 'Wang Qiusheng' had was gradually exhausted, and the power of the Dao Dao Immortal Spirit brewed in his palm, with him as the center, the wind blew fiercely, blowing the gravel on the ground, and constantly rolling.

Wang Qiusheng's expression changed suddenly, and he decisively stopped in front of his physical body: "Do you know that every axe you slash will cause great damage to my physical body?" ”

"If a few axes really go down, I don't know if Heavenly Court can repel them, but at least I'm definitely dead."

'Wang Qiusheng' frowned slightly: "The eldest husband was born in the world, and he is still afraid of death?" ”

"Nonsense! Who wants to die if they can live! ”

Wang Qiusheng roared.

'Wang Qiusheng' looked at Wang Qiusheng with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he didn't continue to speak, but just dispersed his immortal power.

At this moment, the 'cross talk' sounded again in the distance.

"This is the altar you are talking about? What about the altar? ”

"What the hell do I know!"

"I hate it when people lie to me..."

"I didn't lie to you!"

"What about the altar?"

"What the hell do I know!"

The conversation rang out.

Accompanied by a carriage, galloping from afar.

The moment he saw the carriage, Wang Qiusheng's soul face instantly darkened: "What a bad luck!" ”

"Hey, I seem to hear someone scolding me..."

Su Yang sat in the carriage, his ears moved slightly, and he looked into the distance thoughtfully.

After seeing Wang Qiusheng's soul thoughts and Wang Qiusheng's flesh, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little playful: "You were given by someone again?" ”

"What's the name again!"

"I took the initiative to find someone to work with, take the initiative, understand?"

Wang Qiusheng couldn't help but let out a low roar.

Su Yang nodded very perfunctorily, carefully looked at Wang Qiusheng's body, and became interested for a while: "Will you lend me to play next time?" ”

“……”

Wang Qiusheng suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists, and his soul thoughts kept flickering in the void.

As for 'Wang Qiusheng', he looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be a little mentally abnormal, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Let's talk about the old days later, I'll get down to business first."

"Cui Jue, do me a favor!"

Su Yang said nervously, then turned his head and looked at Jia Ming: "What about the altar?" ”

While speaking, Cui Jue quietly stopped behind Jia Ming, his face expressionless.

"I said, it's here, here!"

Jia Ming grabbed his hair, looked very irritable, and roared angrily.

Su Yang was puzzled: "What about the altar?" ”

"I don't know!!"

"I don't know !!"

Jamin felt like he was going to collapse.

Ever since they played a heart-to-heart game, Su Yang was like a different person, constantly torturing him and mentally attacking him.

Originally, when Su Yang was targeting others in a similar way, he was quite happy watching the play.

When the object of torture was replaced by himself, he realized...

How horrible this man is.

"Inside..."

"The altar was there three minutes ago..."

"Ruined by us."

Wang Qiusheng watched several people keep arguing, and weakly opened his mouth and said a word.

The noise stopped abruptly.

Jia Ming turned his head violently, his eyes were full of frost, staring at Wang Qiusheng, revealing a cruel smile: "What are you... Why didn't you say it sooner..."

"I..."

Wang Qiusheng was taken aback by Jia Ming's gaze, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Su Yang stared at Jia Ming solemnly: "Why is the altar destroyed, but the Heavenly Court projection is still getting closer?" ”

"Because the altar is just a façade, of course."

"Heavenly Court can't just put the important props of his return outside so brightly, right?"

"A thousand years is full of too many uncertainties."

Jia Ming chuckled and spoke lightly.

Su Yang was silent and didn't speak, just staring at Jia Ming.

Jia Ming was a little uncomfortable by Su Yang, and looked guarded: "What do you think I'm doing?" ”

Su Yang didn't respond, but Zhao Gongdao sighed, stepped forward, and patted Jia Ming's shoulder: "I understand you, after being tortured by Su Yang, no matter who it is, you will be wise." ”

"What he wants to say is, don't talk nonsense, keep talking."