The huge black hole where the altar was located exploded, and everyone was startled.
Especially Elder Qian, after seeing the expression on the face of the Black Death Clan strongman, he was even more shocked: "Not good, everyone get out of the way!"
In fact, there was no need for Elder Qian to remind them. The moment the Black Death Clan strongman roared, everyone was already crawling and rushing in all directions.
What a joke! Any idea of wanting to die together is extremely vicious and dangerous.
People are dead, but he still wants to drag a few more people down with him. This powerful man from the Black Death Clan is really evil.
Yang Zhen ran the fastest and disappeared in a flash. After running over two hills, he stopped cautiously and looked back.
The two classmates Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er beside him had not yet reacted, and Jianmao and Saoji were even more confused.
"Boy, when did you become so fast!"
The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen with a look of amazement.
Yang Zhen did not answer Jianmao's question. His whole body went limp like a deflated balloon, grimacing in pain.
The time for the Desolate Heaven Technique has come to an end. If Yang Zhen continues to hold on, he will not be able to hold on any longer.
If it were someone else, this kind of forbidden technique would have caused him to burst long ago. It was only because Yang Zhen's physical fitness was like that of a human-shaped beast that he was able to hold on until now.
"Are you okay?" Hua Youyue came to Yang Zhen, reached out and held Yang Zhen's hand, and streams of life energy rushed into Yang Zhen's body.
Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Look at the altar. Is there anything coming out again?"
"It seems... not!" Bitch Cat said in bewilderment, "Damn, is that bastard just bluffing?"
"No?" Yang Zhen was stunned.
"Really not!" said the mean cat seriously.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, climbed up and looked around. Sure enough, he saw that the direction of the altar had become quiet again. There were even many brave monks who began to crane their necks to look inside.
"Is there really no danger?" Yang Zhen had an urge to curse.
Damn it, that black guy is really not a good person. He is almost dying and still wants to lie to people?
At this time, many monks had entered the altar one after another. Yang Zhen cried out, stood up hastily and said, "Hurry up, if you go too late, there will be no good things left!"
Yang Zhen and others rushed towards the altar hurriedly, but when they arrived beside the altar, they stopped in confusion.
Can't get in.
Damn, even Yang Zhen was stunned. Fortunately, he hadn’t just woken up, otherwise he would have thought he was on a crowded bus.
I don't know how many people have entered the altar cave. Now, the cave is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, pushing and shoving, and it is impossible to get in.
"Damn it!" The mean cat screamed, "Boy, what should I do? Do you want me to pee and see if I can flush it out?"
Crash!
With a noise, the monks who were blocking the entrance of the cave jumped out in unison, staring at the bastard Jianmao with anger on their faces.
"Huh?" The mean cat said with a smile, "It's really open!"
Having said that, the mean cat walked straight forward without even looking, but was pulled back by Yang Zhen.
"Why are you pulling me?" The mean cat looked confused.
Yang Zhen threw the mean cat to the ground and motioned for it to look at the hole: "Take a look for yourself, can you get in?"
The mean cat was shocked when he saw this. There were even more people in the cave. Many of them couldn't get out even if they wanted to. They could only lie with their necks tilted and curse.
"Forget it, it seems that this altar is not big!" Yang Zhen curled his lips, wondering whether he should dig out the treasure in the mouth of the mean cat first.
The mean cat was still a little unwilling to give in, and at this moment, a violent shock came, and the whole world seemed to turn upside down.
It really flipped over! Yang Zhen was so scared that his feathers stood up. He looked at the world flipping over in disbelief. Countless rocks collapsed, earth and rocks flew, and huge waves covered the sky and rumbled towards the sky.
It was like the end of the world, and the entire Tapir North Abyss seemed to be flattened.
Mist sobbing sounds like those coming from the underworld were heard one after another. A huge pillar rose up into the sky in each of the eight directions of heaven and earth. The entrance to the altar, which was filled with people, suddenly burst out with a red light like a raging wave of blood, rising up from the ground with a rumble.
Just like that, it rumbled and turned into an extremely huge and terrifying building.
Those monks who had gone in and were blocked by the people behind them and couldn't get out, have now come out, rolling down the horrible altar building, with not a single bone intact on their bodies, and falling to the ground covered in blood like a bloody monkey, deader than dead.
“What…what is this?”
Everyone looked at the terrifying building rising into the sky in shock. No one knew what it was, but the ancient aura on it made everyone look confused and uncertain.
When Qinglin and his clansmen saw this enormous building, they were so frightened that they all knelt down in front of it and slowly retreated. No one could keep a calm expression.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Everyone retreated quietly without saying a word, as if they had never been there.
It's not that everyone has become speechless, but that everyone standing there doesn't even have the courage to say a word.
Surrounding it were eight terrifying pillars of unknown height, and in the middle was a terrifying building that soared into the clouds. It was blood red, hideous and weird.
Boom! Yang Zhen burst out with unprecedented speed, pulling Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er, along with Jianmao and Saoji, and disappeared at the fastest speed. In a flash, he led everyone into the underground and left quickly.
Until there was no more sound from the Mobei Abyss, Yang Zhencai led everyone to the ground, but unexpectedly, everyone had already left the Mobei Abyss.
"Just...just came out?" The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen in a daze, with a trace of fear on his face.
The chicken also pulled its head out from under its wings, and its body was trembling.
"What...is that?" Hua Youyue's face was pale and she looked shocked.
Han Yan'er was even more deeply affected. She had already entered the Tao and could feel the aura between heaven and earth most deeply. Her face was pale at this moment, with a look of surprise and doubt flashing in her eyes. Suddenly, she took a deep breath.
"Desolate Heaven Festival, that is Desolate Heaven Festival!"
"Desolate Heaven Festival?" Yang Zhen was stunned and asked in surprise: "What is that?"
Hua Youyue was also startled and became confused and uncertain.
The mean cat also reacted at this time, and said stupidly: "Huangtian Festival, I didn't expect that such a thing still exists now, damn, boy, this is trouble."
Yang Zhen was stunned, slapped the mean cat and said, "Damn it, stop hesitating. It's like I'm the only one in the world who doesn't know what this is. It's so embarrassing."
The mean cat was slapped in the face, but did not get angry. Instead, he stared at Yang Zhen and said, "The sealed land was set up by a few great saints. What do you think?"
Yang Zhen sneered: "Although this Saint easily cracked it, I have to say that this sealed place is still very deadly to most people."
The mean cat nodded: "That desolate sky sacrifice was set up by the Great Emperor!"
"No wonder I felt a little dangerous. It turned out to be a trap set up by the Great Emperor... Holy shit, what the hell? Was it set up by the Great Emperor? Which Great Emperor would be so bored that he would spend so much money to set up such a thing? By the way, what is it used for?"
"To sacrifice to the heaven and earth, there was once a great emperor who sealed off a part of the heaven and earth with one hand and used the blood refining method to sacrifice it. The world outside would be forcibly deprived of its origin and become the power of the Desolate Heaven Sacrifice, and the living beings inside... would fall into reincarnation forever!"
"Damn, how big a grudge is this?" Yang Zhen and Jian Mao stared at each other.
(End of this chapter)
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