1416: C1416 Sacrificial Altar

C1416 Sacrificial Altar

"Very likely."

"In order to conserve our forces, even corpses and bones can be used in the ancient battlefield"

"Such a sinister and sinister method has long been lost. I never thought that I would be able to see something related to it."

Not far away, Sacred Hands Nether couldn't help but laugh.

This sacrificial altar was the most dangerous existence in the entire canyon.

Whether or not they could survive depended on the luck of the disciples.

"Hahaha, you've seen a lot!"

"The sacrificial altar is used to summon undead experts. The treasure is also buried under the stone bricks of the sacrificial altar."

"However, every injustice has its debtor. The treasures of your sect may not necessarily belong to your sect."

What Nether Sacred Hands said confused the four elders.

Could it be that there was a secret that was unknown?

Elder Ghost Jianchou glared fiercely at him.

"You don't have to make things difficult for yourself here. Are there any other owners of the treasures that belong to our sect?"

Nether Sacred Hands confidently denied the other party's perception.

"In my era of wandering the Pugilistic World, many precious treasures are tossed and turned from the hands of an expert to another expert."

"That is to plunder without restraint."

"Your Hidden Cloud Temple, Blood Fiend Valley, Ghost Underworld Sect, and Peach Blossom Dock can't help but do the same. Don't describe yourself too high and mighty. In a world where the strong are respected, only fists are the rules."

Everyone wanted to refute, but they couldn't find a suitable reason.

The sect had been passed down for countless years. Who could clearly tell what had happened in the beginning?

A few golden rays of light had already spread out through the cracks of the stone slab.

It was especially eye-catching in this dark environment.

"The sacrificial altar is about to be activated. The true master of the altar will also be summoned."

"You pitiful little disciples, go and reason with the other party. It's still unknown whether you'll be left with a complete corpse or not."

What Sacred Hands Nether said immediately made the four elders nervous.

What did ancient experts mean?

Just by looking at his strength, one could infer a thing or two.

It should not be difficult to kill four sect disciples with decent aptitudes.

Mu Chen also felt a headache coming on when he heard the conversation outside.

The death of the disciples would definitely infuriate these powerful elders. At that time, besieging Sacred Nether Hand would become a must.

After thinking about it, other than entering the canyon battlefield to help them resolve the danger, there was no better way.

Mu Chen picked up the Son of Heaven Sword and the Eastern and Western Guardians came to his side.

"Your Majesty, there is no need for us to take the risk, right?"

"After all, this is a battle between outsiders. It has nothing to do with the standpoint of Great Xia. It's not good to offend either side."

"We can't just watch the casualties happen, right?"

The two Protectors were still cautious.

They did not want Mu Chen to step into an unfamiliar and dangerous environment.

"In fact, the treasures mentioned by the ancient martial arts sects might not belong to them."

"If they insist on obtaining the treasures, it will anger the original owners who were summoned. The disciples will instead become raiders, no longer standing on the side of justice."

Another very conflicted thinking angle made Mu Chen at a loss.

The ground in the canyon kept shaking.

Countless bones seemed to have a life of their own as they were automatically pieced together.

After forming the shape of a human, they shook a few times before charging at the disciples.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sword mercilessly slashed at these targets, instantly cutting them into pieces.

However, their healing speed was too fast.

The next second after they landed on the ground, they finished assembling again.

"We can't even kill an endless stream of enemies. Should we retreat out of this area?"

"Victory is right in front of us. The floor tiles of the altar are emitting light. Maybe something is buried inside."

"Then let's just charge forward. It seems like these skeleton warriors aren't very powerful."

The true qi of these disciples condensed on the surface of their skin.

With the help of the fast moving force, they smashed all the obstacles into pieces.

The light under the stone bricks of the sacrificial altar became brighter and brighter, as if it could no longer be suppressed.

The corpses that were hanging on the iron pillars also changed. Some of the blood that had been torn open gushed out like a fountain.

Judging from the health points, it had long surpassed the limits of a body's capacity, but it still showed no signs of stopping.

"It's too late to pry open the stone bricks. Blood is about to rush over and cover the entire altar."

The disciples of Blood Fiend Valley did not think it was a big deal. They held their swords and prepared to make their move.

"What's there to be afraid of? Have you never seen a wound before?"

"Don't be reckless."

The people around him tried to persuade him, but they were still a step too late.

The disciple held the sword in his hand and fiercely stabbed it towards the ground.1

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

"Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

The area covered by the blood turned into a lake that could not be measured in depth.

The sword couldn't even touch the bottom of the lake.

Logically speaking, this was just a thin layer of liquid covering the brick.

"How did this depth appear?"

"Could it be that the blood has a powerful corrosive effect, turning the altar into an incomparably huge pit?"

A disciple standing by the side used his sword to lift up a huge rock that was several hundred kilograms in weight and threw it not far away.

The sound of a clear wave was heard, but the entire rock still sank into it and disappeared without a trace.

"Hurry up and jump to a safe place. If you accidentally fall in, you'll be finished."

"Let these reckless fellows go in and take a good bath first."

The few of them pointed their attacks in the direction of the incoming Skeleton Warriors.

The sword was like a nimble water snake, moving back and forth between the gaps of the bones. With a few simple swings, it swept countless bones into the air, then happily fell into the blood.

Unexpectedly, these actions became the fuse.

The bones kept sinking in the blood pool, like bait thrown down by fishermen.

An even more terrifying existence was angered. He carried a massive killing intent and world-shaking power, quickly moving upwards.

"Huala..."

The dark red waves rolled into waves that were several meters tall.

A tanned man wearing an ancient wind armor jumped out of the blood pool.

He looked at his surroundings as if he was recalling something.

However, too much time had passed and many of his memories had long been blurred.

"You ants dare to be so disrespectful to me. Just treat it as a snack."

The ancient experts bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they charged towards them.

There was no point in being afraid.

These disciples had no way of retreating at all. They could only brace themselves and start a war.

In the area around the altar, there were countless Skeleton Warriors.

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