Chapter 122: The Altar in the Blood Pool
A sense of crisis is born from the heart.
Every cultivator's perception is very strong, and he is extremely sensitive to the impending danger.
There must be something unknown there, which makes the deer swagger instinctively wary.
Reason, let the deer swagger know, must get out of here.
But looking into the depths of the mist, the deer swaggered and didn't want to leave.
While perceiving the danger, there seems to be some kind of gain hidden in it.
As the so-called misfortune and fortune are relied on, the deer swagger faintly has a feeling that there seems to be some treasure.
But this feeling is not very real, and it is a little difficult for Lu Zhaoyao to choose for a while.
This kind of induction becomes stronger with the growth of realm and cultivation.
Otherwise, why is it that every time a treasure is born, it will attract a large number of strong people to fight for it.
How did they know that the treasure was born?
It is this kind of induction in the dark, coupled with some deduction methods, that can accurately find the place where the treasure was born.
And the higher the cultivation, the higher the accuracy.
However, looking for genius treasures is to watch the heavens, and they will often be seriously counterattacked.
That's why, every time a treasure is born, it causes a huge killing.
No matter how high the realm cultivation is, even if he is already the first person at that time, he will be seriously injured or fall for some reason.
Eventually, the treasure will fall into the hands of some lucky little person.
And these, in the mouths of everyone, will be called "fixed numbers"!
As for the little person who got the treasure, it was also the son of luck that corresponded to an era, shouldering some kind of special unknown mission.
This is why, the final result of this kind of character is either to sacrifice his life or to finally go into hiding, and no trace can be found again.
They were born in response to luck, only to come in response to calamity, and shoulder the mission of rescuing the world.
When the mission is accomplished, it will naturally return to peace and become a legend until it is forgotten.
Of course, the current situation is not to that extent.
The treasures that exist in this environment will not have anything to do with the relief of the world, and the deer swagger is naturally not a son of luck.
However, wealth is in danger.
The environment here shows that it is an ancient battlefield.
In the ancient battlefield, there must be some treasures buried deep in it.
If you can find it, it's really worth the trip.
And now, Zhao Bin didn't know where to run, and Lu Zhaoyao seemed to hurry back to prepare.
It would be best if Zhao Bin died here, but if he escaped back to the Huayue Sword Sect, it would be another bitter battle.
Huhug City vs. Huayue Sword Sect, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to have a chance of winning.
I don't know if the headquarters of the Haizhou Military Region has the ability to solve this matter, but there should be very little hope.
The deer who was hesitating in his heart suddenly heard Zhao Bin's voice, and it was from the depths of the mist.
Go?
Or not going?
Lu Zhaoyao hesitated.
Since there is a danger inside, the existence of that danger is likely to use Zhao Bin as bait.
Now, what is Zhao Bin's state, and whether the person who made the voice is himself or an imitation of ghosts, it is still unknown.
But at this moment, a strong aura emerged from the surroundings.
Countless spirit patterns shone in the sky, forming a huge light shield.
Lu Zhaoyao looked up, and his face suddenly changed.
This is clearly a kind of mountain-sealing array, and when this kind of large array is stimulated and activated, it is not something that can be easily shaken.
This kind of mountain-sealing array is aimed at extremely terrifying things.
Externally, it is to defend against enemy attacks.
And the people who attacked the mountain gate were obviously not a few people, they were all in groups, hundreds or thousands of cultivators.
Internally, there is the danger of being imprisoned.
In the current situation, it is clearly the latter.
It seems that the situation here should be known by some cultivator forces, so such a large mountain sealing array has been set up.
But judging from the form of the large array, there is no sword qi that exists, and it should not be set up by the Huayue Sword Sect.
"Could it be the big array set up by the Danmen who don't know if it still exists?"
Now, it has been chosen by the deer to swagger, and when the mountain closure array was activated, the retreat had been cut off.
With the strength of the deer's swagger, it is simply impossible to crack such a mountain-sealing array.
Looking around, I can only choose to move forward, which is not a choice.
Sometimes, many choices are out of your own.
What should come will come eventually, and there is no escape from it.
Tightening the long sword in his hand, the deer swaggered and followed the mist, walking towards the depths of the mist.
As we progressed, the fog grew thicker.
But here, the visibility is much farther away, which is an amazing feeling.
It was as if the fog had turned into a liquid state. And it has a kind of transparency and clarity, which allows people to see through the fog into the distance.
How this liquid mist formed, the deer swagger did not figure it out.
The world is so big that there are no surprises.
The deer swaggered rapidly, and after going deeper, there was a feeling that it was going to float.
It was as if it was deep in a river, surrounded by the liquid formed by that fog.
This liquid, if it is made of aura, can also be called spiritual liquid.
But the strange mist, the liquid formed, made the deer swagger a little disgusted.
That cold and eerie aura made Lu Zhaoyao feel disgusting.
In fact, in the final analysis, this is actually a kind of aura, but it has been polluted by ghost qi and has become an aura that cultivators cannot use.
At the end of the road, a huge open square appeared in front of the deer.
In the middle of the square, there is also a huge pool of water in the square.
But the liquid in the pool was crimson and bloody.
Blood-colored liquid, like boiling water, kept tumbling in the pool.
In the midst of a huge pool of blood, this building still stands.
It was supposed to be a kind of altar, with a statue on it, made of white jade, which contrasted with the pool of blood below.
On top of the statue, there is also a giant snake, or dragon, circling and poking its head out.
From its mouth, a crimson liquid erupted.
Turning his gaze, the deer swaggered and followed the sound and looked over the altar.
There was a person hanging there, it was Zhao Bin who was screaming in a low voice.
At this time, Zhao Bin was already stained with blood all over his body, and the blood continued to flow down, falling on the white statue.
On Zhao Bin's pale face, there was also a layer of eerie black ghostly aura, making him look more like a ghost.
Glancing at the surroundings, Lu Zhaoyao frowned.
It doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems.
Except for this square, there is a ruin all around, and this is a ruin at all.
In the four corners of the square, there is also a huge ding, but it is all dilapidated.
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