Seeing the identity of the Blood Bat Ancestor and the others, Zhuge Hong deliberately exuded the power of the part of the blood cultivation that had not been completely refined.

Soon, the blood cultivators who knew that the altar was about to be opened came one after another, respectfully leaving the treasures in their hands, and respectfully retreating from the altar, and began to look at the altar with a fanatical expression, as if they could witness the return of the blood river ancestor's nirvana, which had overcome everything for them.

But he didn't know that the unlucky child on the altar who didn't know that he was taken away by that ancestor was looking at the mountain of materials in front of him in shock at this moment.

After all, the Blood Dao cultivation is the flow of the Left Dao, and the Blood Cultivators are willing to take out their family funds to activate this altar, in addition to the Blood River Ancestor is their spiritual belief, a large part of the reason is related to the fact that these materials cannot be used to cultivate the Blood Dao at all.

However, this is cheaper Zhuge Hong, while smacking his tongue, his hands and feet have never stopped for a moment, and he has quickly ingested the mountain of cultivation resources into Fang Tian's painting halberd, anyway, the space inside is so large, even if the entire altar is included, it will not be a problem.

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In the depths of the altar, several ancestors sitting in it smiled happily, and the gains and losses that had been suppressed for many days finally cleared the clouds and saw the dawn they were looking forward to, and this altar would open when the sun officially began.

"Okay~~~~~~ good~~~~~~ I don't know which fellow Daoist has fulfilled such an eternal task by living up to the trust!" one of the blood-robed old men asked with a smile.

"That~~~~~~ this ~~~~~~" The two disciples stammered in unison, ashamed in their hearts, they couldn't even tell which ancestor had returned.

"Haha, Blood Elder, see that you scared these two children, go, the following arrangements have been prepared foolproof, let's go forward and see which Taoist friend's big stroke!" said another gray-robed old man with a smile.

Although the two disciples didn't dare to come out, they secretly breathed a long sigh of relief.

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On the altar, all kinds of treasures were accepted by Zhuge Hong, and seeing that there were fewer and fewer blood cultivators who "paid tribute", Zhuge Hong waved his hand and put all the remaining materials into the magic weapon space.

At this moment, several more powerful breaths suddenly came from under the altar.

Zhuge Hong raised his golden eyes, his fiery eyes pierced through the blood mist, and he saw that dawn had come, and the whole sky seemed to be torn into wisps by the west wind, turning into a terrible red, empty and lonely, deep and desolate.

"It's finally here!"

Zhuge Hong's pupils gradually contracted, his mind, thoughts, and even every muscle gradually jumped, and a murderous aura that was cold to the muscles of the head man was emanated. It's a matter of success or failure!

Before those people approached, Zhuge Hong had already swooped down.

This flutter was as fast as lightning, but silent, in mid-air, his left hand was raised, and two flames flew out.

I only heard two muffled screams, ouch and oops, and the two disciples who had been guarding the altar seemed to let out screams at the same time, and they had already been hit by the samadhi true fire sent out by Zhuge Hong's volley, and they were killed on the spot.

The strength of those old men was on par with the blood bats and others, but the years were short, so they chose to retreat under this altar, and suddenly faced great changes, but their faces should not be, and at the same time, they also saw Zhuge Hong's appearance clearly.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: What a young man! But soon, this admiration turned into anger, and it made their blood run wild, and they almost broke their hair!

"What person!" In the midst of shouting, Zhuge Hong's flames were flashed, and the offensive was carried out.

Zhuge Hong knew that it was impossible to hide from such a strong person who stood at the peak of the cultivation realm, so he chose to strike first, but unfortunately, a few flames only killed the only two disciples he had a good impression of on this altar.

In mid-air, he sacrificed Fang Tian's painting halberd, one move and three styles, and the aftermath did not stop, stabbing at the blood-robed old man at the front like a startling snake out of grass.

"Hmph!" The blood-robed old man stretched out his hand and flicked it on Fang Tian's painting halberd, and it was like a storm crashing on the shore, and a huge force hit the painting halberd's body, dissolving this thunderous and lightning blow.

Zhuge Hong is not surprised, this old man in red is the strongest one among the people, the existence of the peak of the eleventh floor of Xiuzhen, in the memory of the blood bat ancestor, this old man in blood robe seems to be a figure from a thousand years ago, if it is not for the end of his life, it can be said that he is the strongest person in the entire Xiuzhen world closest to the realm of legends.

Fang Tian's halberd was stretched out by the other party, but Zhuge Hong took advantage of the situation to play a spear, Fang Tian's halberd bent and stabbed the thin palm of the old man in the blood robe.

But he saw that the hand immediately retracted his palm into a finger, and his finger bent out.

Fang Tian's halberd was hit by this finger, and it actually roared.

Zhuge Hong was dark, and at the same time, he was excited, this old man seemed to have few years, but it turned out to be a blood cultivator who was proficient in the refining of the flesh.

With a shake of the halberd, the same terrifying force was transmitted to the tip, slashing the opponent's withered wrist.

The old man in the blood robe was dumbfounded, as if he didn't expect Zhuge Hong to be shocked by his huge force, and his hand swallowed and spit out, but he turned his fingers into a fist and bombarded the halberd that slashed at him.

"Boom ~~~~~~"

The terrifying power fluctuations made the rest of the old men who approached only temporarily avoid the edge, but in this instant, Zhuge Hong and the old man in the blood robe exchanged three moves.

The two of them are also proficient in the refinement of the flesh, although Zhuge Hong's cultivation is still shallow, but he has just completed a round of cultivation of the body of the blood god not long ago, and the flesh has improved slightly, and this old man in the blood robe, because of the lack of time, the power that can be exerted is probably far less than the peak.

However, the old man in the blood robe used his palm, fingers, and fists three times in a row, but one time was fiercer than the other, and each time was as fast as once. Rao is like this, but he can only block Zhuge Hong's offensive.

"Happy—" The end of the laugh was a little creepy.

The old man in the blood robe lit up, this feeling of meeting an opponent in chess seems to have been seen for a long time.

Zhuge Hong also saw the appearance of this person clearly, except for the bloody robe filled with the smell of blood, this is just an old man with white hair, but those eyes are as sharp as electricity, as if they can peek into people's internal organs.

He shook his head and said, "You're not my opponent!"

The old man in the blood robe nodded, and his tone was as smooth as tasting famous wine and dishes, "Yes, the blood path is in the same vein, and finally a real character has emerged!"

It seemed to be very gratifying, the old man in the blood robe did not disdain, Zhuge Hong used the power of the blood god's body, although he couldn't see what kind of exercise this was, he could feel the unique aura of the blood cultivation above.

"Blood Old ~~~~~~" The other people seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the calm attitude of the old man in the blood robe, and pointed to Zhuge Hong and said, "Blood Bat and the others are afraid that they have been poisoned by this kid, we can't tolerate the adulterer!"

"The sun has come, no matter what, it can't prevent the return of the Blood River Ancestor's Nirvana, this altar is just icing on the cake for his old man......" The old man in the blood robe sighed, "In that case, why do you and I have to fight to the death!"

The old men hesitated for a while, judging from the strength shown by Zhuge Hong, they asked themselves if they were opponents, although they were more powerful, but was it worth it, the icing on the cake and sending carbon in the snow were completely two different things, and how much point did it make to work hard for this altar!

Zhuge Hong's heart sank, "Without this altar, the Blood River Ancestor can also break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Demon Tower?!"

"Not bad!" the old man in the blood robe stared at him with a smile and said with a smile, "Not only the Blood River Ancestor, but also the demons of all parties who were suppressed under the Demon Sealing Monument, the ghost mother who was trapped in the tomb of the Heavenly Ghosts, and even the evil dragon in the East China Sea, they will all get out of trouble, and their time has come......"

"How ......is this possible?" Zhuge Hong didn't dare to believe, in this case, wouldn't it be a great chaos in the world! With the current decline of the cultivation realm, it would simply be a catastrophe.

"Boom!" the blood-robed old man laughed strangely, "How do you think this overshadowing sun happened?"

"~~~~~~" Zhuge Hong was surprised, although there are a few books in the various classics of Taihuan Lou that mention the so-called Taiyin Shadow Sun, but they are all unknown, "Listen up!"

"When the sun is too cloudy, the demons are exiled! This world was originally a prison exiled in time and space!~~~~~~"