Within the rift of the ten realms, Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Luoli swept towards the deepest part.
Jun Xiaoyao doesn't have to worry about other opportunities in the rift of the ten realms.
But the Altar of Heroes is the opportunity that he values the most, and it is related to his transformation.
And the deeper you go, the more the token sachet in Jun Xiaoyao's hand emits resonance.
It can be seen that he is not very far from the Altar of Heroes.
At this moment, a beautiful shadow flew over from the distance, it was Yan Qingying.
"Son."
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao, Yan Qingying shouted.
"What's wrong?"
Jun Xiaoyao asked when he saw Yan Qingying's temples were slightly messy and looked like he was fighting.
Yan Qingying told him everything that happened before.
"So it turns out that Ji Qingyi has also gone down to the lower world and formed an alliance with a son who defies heaven. However, that son who defies heaven is obviously not simple and has the origin of the three realms." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Yan Qingying said that the Son of Heaven had killed two other Sons of Heaven.
This means that he alone possesses the origin of the three realms.
It is impossible for an ordinary son of heaven to be as strong as this.
"Sir, I'm sorry, have I caused trouble for you?" Yan Qingying said weakly.
She faced Li Daoxuan and others like a cold queen of darkness, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, she looked like a soft girl.
"Oh, it's nothing. Instead of causing me any trouble, you brought me a fat sheep." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
The heaven-defying son named Li Daoxuan possesses the origin of the three realms, which saves Jun Xiaoyao the effort to collect the origin of the world.
He possesses the origin of the Five Realms, and Li Daoxuan possesses the origin of the Three Realms.
Jun Xiaoyao believes that the remaining origins of the two realms must also be in the body of a certain genius in the rift of the ten realms.
Because the genius who can obtain the origin of the world will definitely be able to enter the rift of the ten realms.
"Don't worry, you will definitely get your dark fairy seed back." Jun Xiaoyao comforted.
"Thank you, sir." Yan Qingying bowed and bowed, the deep admiration in her eyes difficult to completely conceal.
This made Jiang Luoli on the side pout, but she didn't say anything.
Doesn't this prove that her brother Xiaoyao is so charming that no woman can resist him.
Of course, this also gave Jiang Luoli a sense of crisis, and she began to think about how to occupy Jun Xiaoyao first.
Isn’t it time to cook rice from raw rice?
Jun Xiaoyao didn't notice the cunning look in Jiang Luoli's big eyes at all, just when he was about to set off.
A figure flashed across the sky again, it was Yi Yu.
Although the aura on Yi Yu's body at this moment was still in the Hedao realm.
But it feels different from before.
"Young Master." Yi Yu cupped his hands towards Jun Xiaoyao with a hint of excitement on his face.
"It seems that you have gained a lot of opportunities." Jun Xiaoyao said with a smile.
"That's right." Yi Yu stretched out his hand, flames surged, and a crimson fire was burning.
"Hey, this is... Xuanyang Divine Fire?" Jun Xiaoyao was a little surprised.
Yiyu didn't need to find an immortal seed to join the Tao, because he had already fused a true sun seed and became a master of the Tao.
The next state of the Hedao state is the Nirvana state.
The state of nirvana is to find a suitable kind of fire, nirvana one's body, and transform the true spirit of the palace into a villain of the soul.
This Xuanyang Divine Fire is an extremely rare and powerful fire, and it is also very suitable for Yi Yu's own physical attributes.
"Yes, you can wait until the Altar of Heroes to refine the fire and achieve Nirvana. It should be a great blessing for you." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Yi Yu made the right choice not to fuse the Xuanyang Divine Fire immediately.
"Yes, thank you sir for your advice."
Jun Xiaoyao's suggestion was really to help Yi Yu improve his strength and make him stronger.
Yiyu felt even more grateful to have such a master who cared for him, and became more determined to follow Jun Xiaoyao.
"Okay, let's go. Now the geniuses in the rift of the ten realms should all be gathering towards the altar." Jun Xiaoyao said.
After the four of them reunited, they headed towards the deepest part of the rift in the ten realms.
Just when Jun Xiaoyao and others were setting off.
The other geniuses in the Ten Realm Rift also swept towards the depths at the same time.
The deeper they went, the more they discovered that there were some very powerful remnant souls and resentful spirits.
These remnant souls and resentful spirits seemed to be creatures that had fallen near the Altar of Heroic Spirits, and each remnant soul was very powerful.
From time to time, talented people fall into the hands of residual souls.
boom!
At a boundary, two figures appeared.
One of them, a handsome young man wearing a black and gold robe, stretched out his hand lightly.
The power of reincarnation surged, directly tearing apart a remnant soul in front of it.
This handsome young man with pale skin is none other than the ancient freak of the Samsara Demon Sect, Wangchuan.
And next to him, the quirky girl in a black short skirt, as pure and charming as a fairy, is naturally the Little Demon Fairy of the Demon Fairy Sect.
"We should be arriving at the Altar of Heroic Spirits soon. This is the starting point where the fortunes of the ten realms converge, and it holds great opportunities." The little demon fairy blinked her watery eyes, showing anticipation.
"Your opponent, the Saint of the Human Immortal Sect, should also go there." Wangchuan said calmly.
"Hehe, when the time comes we meet on a narrow road and the brave one wins." Little Demon Fairy said with a smile.
The two of them continued to move forward, and the remaining souls and resentful spirits along the way were unable to stop them in the slightest.
Finally, about an hour passed.
They came to the deepest part of the rift in the ten realms.
Looking around, even Xiao Moxian and Wangchuan were shocked.
Because this land is forest white.
This is not the color of soil, but the color of bones.
Densely packed, countless bones covered the earth.
At the end of this land of bones, a pyramid-shaped altar stood, filled with a prehistoric, primitive, ancient, and mysterious atmosphere.
The ancient altar was also covered with skeletons, making one's scalp numb just by looking at them.
Is this a place of chance or a place of burial?
"Is that the Altar of Heroes?" The little demon fairy looked at the altar covered with bones. Her little face no longer had the relaxed smile before, but became a little solemn.
"I, Wangchuan, have been buried in the lower world for so long just for this opportunity to transform on the Altar of Heroes and walk an unprecedented path." Wangchuan exhaled deeply.
To blaze a trail that has not been trodden by anyone before is probably the common goal of all geniuses.
But there are too few, almost zero, who can truly take a broad road.
Of course, by following the trajectories and paths of our predecessors, we can also achieve enlightenment, become an emperor, and climb to the top.
But people are ambitious after all.
Not to mention ancient freaks like Wangchuan.
There were also a handful of geniuses around who came here and were also shocked for a long time when they saw the scene in front of them.
"Let's go." Little Demon Fairy's eyes flashed, and he and Wang Chuan were about to board the Altar of Heroes.
At this moment, a voice as cold as a spring sounded.
"Little Demon Fairy, you are indeed here."
