As this ray of light rose, the bright and dying light of Yunzhuan filled the passage, illuminating the entire passage.
Tranquility, peace, peace...the light shines in the void, but in the deepest part of the passage, an extremely violent force, like an invisible beast, is waiting for the arrival of the human race.
The old man did not stop and led everyone forward along the dark passage.
Da da da……
No one spoke, and for a moment, except for slight breathing, there was only the sound of heavy footsteps.
After a while, the front suddenly opened up, and at the end of the passage was an underground hall.
This hall is very spacious, and the walls are covered with withered corpses of the sharks, which illuminate the hall as if it were daytime.
The floor of this hall was specially polished to look like a square.
And behind this open space, there is a long staircase.
At the top of the steps is a high platform with a simple shape and black flames burning on it.
In the flames, a mask exuding an ancient aura floated in the flames, like a small boat, rising and falling with the waves.
The face of this mask was distorted, like a ghost, and there was a violent murderous aura all over the body. This murderous aura was like a wave of anger, pouring down from the high platform, filling the entire hall, and even spreading into the corridor. .
"Kong Meng" seemed to see a blood-colored shadow connected to the mask when he glanced at it, but when he looked carefully, he felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.
The village chief walked to the emperor's steps, lowered his head, and whispered: "I don't need to wear armor to compete with the sky!"
Following his voice, the black flames on the altar suddenly stopped.
The next second, the flames suddenly surged!
Black surged out, flooding the entire platform in the blink of an eye, flowing down the steps, and illuminating the hall in darkness.
The linen old man's robe moved automatically without any wind, and his expression was indifferent.
In the blink of an eye, the black stream of light stopped three steps in front of him.
The black flame was like a torrent, pushing the ghost face down the steps and falling on the old man's body.
He raised his hand, took off the mask in the black flame, and then looked at the leader of the Mahayana strongman, "Rui, come here."
Mahayana, who was called "Ji", immediately took steps and saluted: "Village Chief."
The old man in black stretched out his hand and put the mask on his face.
When the mask was attached to his face, the violent energy in his body blended into his body like a drop of water.
At the same time, strange and beautiful patterns also appeared on the mask.
These patterns are colorful and beautiful, extending from the mask, like seaweed in the deep sea, swaying slowly.
The cold, dark, chaotic, and evil atmosphere slowly seeped out.
"Next."
After saying that, another identical mask appeared in the black flames!
The second Mahayana monk also came over, saluted him, and then put that grimace on his face.
Like Brother Ji, a strange and cold pattern also appeared on his face. This time, thread-like things protruded from the pattern and stuck to the air.
His momentum also became cold and chaotic.
Then came the third Mahayana monk, and the fourth Mahayana monk.
Not long after, "Kongmeng" also arrived.
"Kongmeng" took a step forward and saw the old woman taking out a new mask from the black flame. Just as he was about to put it on her face, "Kongmeng" suddenly spoke: "Elder, what is the use of this thing?" ?”
"You can't get lost in this chaos."
As he spoke, he had put Kong Meng's mask on Kong Meng's face. A chill came over him, and then the coldness and touch disappeared completely.
"Kong Meng" felt as if he was not wearing anything, and the moment it came into contact with her skin, he completely disappeared.
However, she felt a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
I felt like I was in an ice cave, and my soul and body were as clear as ever.
The old man withdrew his gaze and focused on the human behind her: "Next."
"Kongmeng" immediately stepped aside and walked toward the masked Mahayana master.
Soon, the entire human race, whether they were immortal cultivators or ordinary people, wore a hideous and terrifying mask on their faces.
These ordinary people put on masks, just like other immortal cultivators. Their faces were also covered with a layer of strange patterns, like some kind of poison, with various claws, tentacles, eyes... all growing out of their faces. People's temperaments have also become gloomy.
The remaining half of the shark mummies were burning with flames, but these flames seemed unable to illuminate the darkness and darkness in the hall.
The old man in gray turned his eyes to everyone and said solemnly: "This operation has been postponed due to some special reasons. This matter is very important!"
"This time, you must be cautious."
"We must protect humanity and our people!"
"yes!"
He turned around, stretched out a palm, and grabbed the black flame!
A vast celestial energy surged out, pushing the flame.
The black flame instantly became hot!
Blackness surged in like a tide, and the flames shrouded in front of the old man in black suddenly surged, covering the entire hall.
The shark lanterns all over the sky showed no resistance, and the brightly lit hall instantly became dim!
After a while, the darkness faded away like a tide.
The square, steps, and high platform finally appeared in the center of the high platform. Amid the blazing flames, a terrifying mask floated.
The huge hall was empty except for the old man.
At this time, his whole body was filled with a vague aura. His face, which was darkened by the fire of the sun, became a little pale, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be withered.
Every time it is turned on, all the immortal power in his body will be consumed.
After confirming that everyone had left, he no longer hesitated, sat cross-legged, and began to practice, striving to recover as soon as possible.
After a long time, he finally recovered, stood up, and walked outside.
There is a lot of work to do later.
He simply didn't have time to wait for the immortal essence in his body.
Black flames burned, engulfing each mask, surrounded by a dense mass of shark corpses. Under the white flames, the empty hall was filled with black and white, strange and absurd.
After saying that, he left.
This darkness seemed to have an entity, rushing in from all around.
Even cultivators cannot see through this intense dizziness.
The ground is full of potholes, and gravel rubs against the ground, making a rustling sound.
A series of low voices sounded in my ears, like a lover's murmur, like an elder's warning, or like a dreamlike dream.
