This is different from his initial guess, there is the golden body of Qingxuan Lao Dao on the altar, but in fact, Lao Dao is not dead.

The stuff here was obviously bought in a hasty way, as if it was suppressing something, but it just couldn't last long.

And the words of the Suzaku youth revealed another news to him, Qingxuan Lao Dao calculated that he would come here, so he had a conversation with the Suzaku youth, and then there was the scene of chasing and killing before.

After speaking, Ning Yan looked back at the sequoia and glanced at him without a trace: "Sister, come back." ”

"Don't force it?"

"Just leave it to me. ”

Sequoia hesitated, then returned to Ning Yan, without asking more, she felt that Ning Yan seemed to have an idea.

The flame on the fingertips of the Suzaku youth disappeared, glanced at him slightly, and said lightly: "You are dying, and you still have to take care of the life and death of others, it's a bit interesting, but it's a pity"

"It's not a pity! I like it, so I'm willing. ”

Ning Yan directly interrupted him and sneered.

Da Youyi put life and death aside, and pointed to the altar: "I just want to know what this is, how dare you conclude that I can stop the deterioration of the seal by sacrificing." ”

"Even if you want to die, at least let me die to understand, right?"

Suzaku Youth smiled faintly: "Soon, you will know, provided that the old guy did not lie to me, then you may die in vain, but maybe you can still live, he said your situation, whether it is worth a try, now this is the best way." ”

After speaking, he directly stepped over the altar and pressed Ning Yan on the altar in the golden light.

The Qingfeng sword slashed slightly, and there were a few soft sounds, and suddenly there were several wounds on his bare feet and wrists, and blood gushed out and fell on the totem.

Everyone watched this scene quietly, with solemn expressions, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

An intuition tells them that whoever goes up will die.

Strange to say, as the blood dripping from Ning Yan's body, the mud-tired villain gradually stopped melting, and even began to turn around!

Some of the collapsed parts are being repaired in an incredible way, and if you look closely, you can find that the repaired parts are stained with Ning Yan's blood and have undergone abnormal changes.

"It worked. The Suzaku youth narrowed his eyes, although he had expected it, but this scene still made him very concerned about it, and his mind could not be calm.

Roar!

Suddenly, the altar shook, and it seemed as if some unknown creature was about to appear and was storming the altar.

The totem on the altar was still smiling, but at this moment it seemed to be a trace of unwillingness, his face was distorted, soaked in blood, hideous and terrifying, and he roared.

That voice spread throughout the entire red world, and all the immortal cultivators and demon beasts who were close to them changed their faces one after another, and a tremor from the depths of their souls instantly spread throughout their bodies.

Indescribable, the roar seemed to come from the darkness of the deepest part of the Nine Hells, and it seemed to come from the other world, full of oppressive, tyrannical, dark, ominous, all negative emotions.

Just listening to the sound makes people feel the urge to go crazy and can't control their bodies.

This feeling is chilling.

The moment Ning Yan's feet touched the altar, he couldn't feel the existence of his body.

It seems that at that moment, I fell into the endless dark abyss, there is no other shore, I keep falling, there is never an end, and the soul will sink with it.

The only thing he could do was to try to keep himself conscious, he had a gut feeling that once he got lost here, he might never be able to go back.

Suzaku Youth's words are right, if you can hold on, you may not die!

This time made him see hope, and he tried his best to maintain his consciousness, if he could live, who wanted to die?

It's just that there is no concept of time here, and in a trance, no one knows whether a year has passed, a day, or a few minutes.

In this case, suffering, boring, and afraid that all kinds of emotions can overwhelm people, just when Ning Yan felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, he suddenly remembered something.

He began to try, reciting the Sutra of Tranquility in silence.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

It seems that in the tumbling darkness, he suddenly straightened his body, and gradually, he could clearly feel the presence of something around him.

It didn't take long for even the sight to get better.

This altar seems to be a critical point, an entrance, and he actually sees another world here!

It was a world shrouded in darkness, with mountains, water, rivers, peaks, earth, and cities.

It's just that those buildings are very dilapidated, and the scenery is a little hollow, dead, depressing, and ominous everywhere, and a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

But soon, Ning Yan threw this feeling out of his mind, that dark world, he had never been there, and there should be no impression.

He suspected that he had been here for too long.

Suddenly, he realized.

At this moment, he was falling from the sky at an incredible speed, surrounded by a faint mist, and in the depths of the mist, there was a creaking sound like grinding teeth.

One after another, without any regularity, but it makes people feel a sense of horror.

However, these did not confuse Ning Yan, what really made him feel unbelievable and shocked was that he saw his appearance, reflected in front of him from a reflective object.

It was a miserable white, bloodless face, with deep-set eyes, skinny and skinny, like a dead man, except for the slight movement of the eyes, which proved that he was still a living man.

"Is this me?"

"No, it can't be!"

Ning Yan was taken aback by how he looked like this, but soon found something that shocked him even more, he had no body.

But he could see his own face in front of him, he tried to grin, and the face in the picture gradually outlined a strange arc, as if he was smiling, but it looked extremely stiff.

"No, no, is the self I see now inside, or outside?" Ning Yan suddenly thought of this, the face he saw was his own, but he didn't feel his body.

This gave him a bad feeling, is he seeing himself now in this mirror, or outside?

This kind of strange situation, he has never encountered in his life, he can't explain it, he just feels terrible.

The creaking sound in his ears became clearer and clearer, as if the distance was getting closer and closer as he landed, but Ning Yan didn't care now, he was eager to understand his current situation.

He tried to zoom out from a distance, but he didn't expect to do it.

However, before he could rejoice, he saw what the thing that locked his face was.

A knife, a very ordinary, rotten knife, his own face is reflected on the body of the knife, as if it has melted together, and it keeps falling.

In the fog around it, there were some broken things hanging everywhere, like garbage, floating in the air, and if you looked closely, they were all cold weapons. Wreckage of cars, buildings, etc.

The place where the fog exists, as if it can hold up these wreckage, gives people the feeling that they have come to the center of an explosion, and time is frozen at the moment of the explosion.

However, these mist could not stop the quaint knife at this moment, and everything it touched disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace at all.

From the depths of the mist, as if sensing the existence of this knife, a low roar suddenly came out, spreading in all directions, echoing through the heavens and the earth.

The moment the roar sounded, Ning Yan had a terrifying feeling that his soul had been torn apart.