56: C56 Devil Sacrificial Altar

C56 Devil Sacrificial Altar

"Extinguish, hahahaha." Kurut let out a strange laugh.

He was really weird. He was surrounded and laughed so happily. Maybe it was because he was from the Undead Clan and had no brains.

Yixue's face turned red. Her white clothes were like snow. She was gently lifted up by the cold wind, like a shy fairy. She hugged the Rouxue tightly and did not look like she was being threatened at all.

However, more and more young practitioners were shouting worriedly, telling him to rest assured that they would save him very soon.

The charm of a beauty was indeed not ordinary. If the person holding the Rouxue was an ordinary person!

Finally, the experts arrived one after another. Among them, there were Nascent Infant Stage cultivators and Heavenly Infant Elementalist... These were the few elders that rarely appeared in the cultivation sects.

"You must trap them, don't let them escape. Something unusual happened in the ruins of the Divine Immortal Mansion. The twelve Heaven Rank brothers had temporarily suppressed them. We must find that Immortal God relic. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable." Among the elders, a cultivator with white hair and a youthful face was standing on an immortal sword. His expression was one of utter shock. He said.

"What? What happened again?" Thousands of cultivators were shocked by this news. They wished they could immediately return to the ruins of the Immortal God House to see what had happened, but they didn't dare to do so.

Some of the cultivators looked into the distance. It was the place where the Divine Immortal Mansion was located in the depths of Ferocious Beast Forest. However, they couldn't see anything unusual about it.

However, the words of their elders couldn't be a lie. Therefore, they firmly believed it.

"We can't let them leave." Someone shouted.

The practitioners started to move. Some of them even ignored Yixue, the "hostage." They started to attack crazily.

For the sake of the righteous path, you can only sacrifice yourselves.

The magical equipment of the cultivators danced in the air. Immortal swords, divine spears, long spears, and many strange weapons flew into the army of the Undead Clan like a whirlwind.

There were even more attacks: water, fire, light, earth and wind. There were seven kinds of Elemental Magic Spell, which were extremely colorful. They turned into weapons, ferocious beasts, and light beams, covering the Devil Beast's army.

There were also some cultivators who didn't make a move. They retreated far away, as if they were watching a good show. Those were all scattered cultivators who had no intention of fighting over the Immortal God relics. They were only here to watch the show, that was all.

The huge Undead Clan, which was 30 meters tall, was covered with sharp bone spurs. Their hand bones were incomparably strong, and they were covered with countless green scales. They were like divine iron hammers as they waved at the empty magic treasures.

With a rumbling sound, the power of this strike was boundless, and it sent many magic treasures flying back.

More human-shaped Undead Clan Soul Fire kept swaying. They held shields in their left hands, and rusted Giant Sword in their right. While blocking the incoming treasures, they used all their strength to slash at them.

There were also Undead Clan who held long spears in their hands and kept throwing them at the cultivators in the sky. Some of the cultivators couldn't dodge in time, and their bodies were pierced through, causing them to cry out in pain and die.

The leader of the Undead Clan became even crazier. He actually knew how to use the black flames of the Netherworld.

His tattered red robe fluttered gently, and his jade-like palm gently waved towards the sky. Dozens of black flames of the Netherworld flooded the cultivators' magic treasures like a black sun.

Many of the cultivators spurted out blood. When they were training their magic treasures, their blood essence and magic treasures would fuse together. If their magic treasures were damaged, their bodies would be affected as well.

Without a doubt, all their magic treasures had been destroyed and turned into a pile of scrap metal by the flames of Netherworld.

"Awoo! Awoo!" A thirty-meter tall Devil Wolf let out a wild roar. Its entire body was fiery red, and its fur moved without any wind, as if it was formed from flames. It was incomparably cool and unrestrained. What was even more amazing was that the fireball that he spat out with his bloody mouth... * Hong Long...... *

The Devil Beast in Ferocious Beast Forest were not easy to deal with. Most of them knew how to use elemental energy. At this moment, ten thousand beasts were attacking at the same time. All kinds of elements flew out from their bodies and from their mouths to meet the attacks of the enemies.

Although the number of Elementalist was much greater than the Devil Beast, they were unable to do anything to the Devil Beast army.

All the Elemental Magic Spell had been broken.

In the forest, some places were set ablaze, and thick smoke was rising everywhere. In some places, even the ground had cracked open. Some places were submerged by the great water, and there were also some corners that were covered in sparkling ice, flickering with cold light.

"Please don't fight anymore." A sweet voice carried a pleading tone, anger, and fear. It was incomparably loud and clear, practically spreading through half of the forest.

Yixue finally couldn't help but cry out.

Some of the cultivators were stunned.

"How could we forget about Fairy Yixue and Senior Brother Ruofeng? What should we do if we accidentally hurt them?" Someone seemed to have realized something.

"Yes! The Undead Clan is despicable. All of these evil beings deserve to be killed." Someone shouted angrily, then threw a concerned look at the Rouxue.

"Humph! Don't tell me no one has noticed me yet." Immortal Capital's Loose Cultivator muttered discontentedly.

The cultivator temporarily stopped attacking. Several dozen elders stood in the air, their brows slightly furrowed.

One of the Three-purity Sect cultivators said, "Martial nephew of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, for the safety of the righteous path, you can only feel wronged."

Ruofeng and Yixue were stunned. Ruofeng said, "Martial Uncle, what exactly happened?"

"Sigh, the emergence of the Devil Sacrificing Platform will cause a catastrophe in the human world. Perhaps only the Immortal God relics can stop all of this!"

"Amitabha, good, good. Everything is a catastrophe. Perhaps we shouldn't stop it. Let fate decide!" A Buddhist cultivator sighed.

"But as long as there is a little bit of hope, we can't give up. You have to know that this is all for the sake of the common people. " A cultivator said righteously.

"In the name of the God of Light, no one can stop the catastrophe. It's said that most of the power in Devil Sacrificing Platform has been sealed, but not even the twelve Heaven Rank brothers can suppress it. I can only hope that this Immortal God relic can use its divine ability to suppress it for a period of time. Otherwise, who knows how many people will be plunged into misery and suffering." A priest of the Western Light Church also had a worried expression.

It turned out that the matter was so serious! Then what was the Devil Sacrificing Platform?

Everyone had the same thought!

Yixue was stunned. She looked at the Rouxue in her arms and did not know what to do.

Suddenly, a snow-white ray of light flew over from the sky. The ray of light was faintly discernible and lingered in the fog. It was as if a deity had returned on a cloud.

It was the Primordial Spirit, a Primordial Spirit that only a Heaven Rank Enlightenment Stage cultivator could possess!

"Martial Uncle Ding." Ruofeng and Yixue both shouted.

"Quick, my senior brother and the other Dao brothers can't hold on much longer. The power of Devil Sacrificing Platform is even greater than we imagined!" The Yuan Shen's voice was incomparably loud, like a huge yellow bell that resounded across the sky.

Everyone heard it.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and attack." It was as if he had just woken up from a dream. Although the cultivators in Devil Sacrificing Platform could only see it in their dreams, however, they could also feel the seriousness of the situation. Because it was said by an expert who had just come out of his trance. Who wouldn't believe it? So they had to make a move.

"Wait a minute. Let me try." Yixue shouted.

The practitioners were all stunned. Many of them did not realize that Yixue was not a hostage. The idea of "hostage" was just their wishful thinking. Who would not want to be a hero saving the beauty, even if it was a practitioner.

That primordial spirit looked at Ruofeng and Yixue with a surprised expression.

"Little fox, can I borrow your treasure?" Yixue asked the Rouxue softly.

"Chirp! Chirp!" The Rouxue shook its head powerlessly. Its eyes were incomparably firm.

"Lend me a hand. We will definitely return it to you. Believe me." Yixue did not give up.

The Rouxue still gently shook its head.

"Junior sister, let's hurry up and leave. We can't help it even if we want to. If we stay here, we'll only suffer together." Ruofeng advised.

At this moment, a look of fear appeared on the face of the Loose Immortal. He muttered in a low voice, "He's right, Fairy. When those cultivators display their power, they have no humanity at all. They simply don't care if you are evil or not!"

Speaking up to this point, he seemed to feel that something was wrong and quickly shut his mouth.1

"So they are in the same group!" Someone said in disbelief.

"Impossible. Fairy Yixue must have been bewitched by the monster and lost her mind."

"At this point, we can only do things that let her down. Unfortunately... Fairy Yixue, we will definitely get rid of them and avenge you."

The cultivators were all instigated, but no one made a move.

That was because there was still a primordial spirit beside them. Yixue and Ruofeng's Martial Uncle could only look at him now.

"You two evil disciples, leave now." That primordial spirit carried a tremendous pressure, and it was lively all around.

As soon as his voice fell, a streak of golden light shot out from within his wide sleeve. It was a golden rope.

[This chapter is over]

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