The altar occupies a large area. Zhang Chunmin walked up, cut his arm open, stained it with blood, and used the blood to fill in the unfinished runes on the ground.
Soon, hundreds of characters with similar styles appeared on the ground, connected together to form a complex structure.
Zhang Chunmin stood up, took out the stumps of Gao Liyao and several others from his bag, and placed them on four stone pillars.
The stumps of the four people just corresponded to the four stone pillars. After doing this, he walked to the center of the altar with a crazy look on his face, raised his hands high, and shouted to the sky: "Ascending the yin and yang, we will get the heavenly astrology, the king will overcome each other, and the four elephants will summon the immortals!" "
After he finished speaking the sixteen-character mantra, the stumps on the four pillars of the altar gradually dissolved and flowed rapidly along the chain formed by runes towards Zhang Chunmin in the center.
After Zhang Chunmin absorbed these stumps, his own body began to dissolve and fell apart rapidly in the air.
His eyes were full of excitement, and his crazy laughter echoed throughout the underground.
"Hahahaha, I'm finally back! This time I will become one with you!"
This scene is exactly the same as what Chen Si saw in the Sanxian Temple.
His mind was trembling, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart as he watched Zhang Chunmin disappear little by little before his eyes.
It seems that it was not Zhang Chunmin who brought him here, but me! It was I who secretly brought Zhang Chunmin here, and I made him a sacrifice for the Immortal Summoning Ceremony!
Soon, Zhang Chunmin completely dissipated and turned into a ball of blood mist, integrated into the runes, and then flowed through the large and small ravines between the altars, little by little to the edge of the altar, and fell downwards.
At the whisper, Chen Sixun lay down and stretched his head out of the altar, only to realize that there was still an abyss below.
But as the blood mist fell, something seemed to be faintly reviving in the darkness at the bottom of the abyss.
A strange, secret, and infinitely desirable existence.
The ancient and great gods are resurrecting, and mankind's most primitive fears are crawling from the depths of the cave...
Chen Si stared at the darkness, unwilling to look away for a moment, his eyes full of greed and admiration.
The blood in his body was flowing wildly with the beating of his heart, and his whole body was filled with heat, and his whole body seemed to be bursting.
Distortion and fear are about to come again...
In the abyss, a huge crack appeared faintly, with flesh and blood beating and entangled inside, and a twisted and deformed strip-like arm slowly stretched out from it.
That arm was so huge that it stretched out only half of it, and it almost opened the entire bottom of the hole! The entire altar mountain shook and was on the verge of collapse!
It is constantly distorting into new shapes and new substances every moment, and it is impossible to identify what it is from the human dimension.
With a slight lift of his arm, the crack tore open, and his cold gaze was projected from the tiny gap, which happened to fall on Chen Si.
At this moment, Chen Si's eyeballs exploded and he frantically dug at the flesh of his cheeks with his nails.
He finally heard the familiar voice of that god!
A great joy surged into his heart, seducing the most primitive desires in his heart!
"Hahahaha, I'm here, I found you! Hahaha! I want to become one with you again!"
After saying that, Chen Si jumped down and fell towards the crack.
The closer he got to that existence, the more chaotic Oshiji's five senses became, and finally they gradually merged into one, transcending the physical body and becoming a brand new existence.
He felt extremely excited about being swallowed by the true god, and constantly longed for the moment of complete integration with him.
Just as he was getting closer to the crack, a heartbreaking wail suddenly came from his ears.
"Ahhhhhh——! Stop it!"
Chen Si turned a deaf ear and accelerated his fall.
However, the wailing sound became louder and louder, like thunder, even covering up the sacred whisper of the true immortal.
The scenes in the cave began to flicker, and other messy images began to break into Chen Si's field of vision.
It seemed to be a dark cave, with several torches hanging on the walls, casting a few shaky shadows.
There is a stone pot in the middle of the cave, with firewood burning underneath, and there seems to be a person in the stone pot...
Chen Si forcibly dispelled these images. Now he just wants to reach the place where "that existence" is as soon as possible. His consciousness keeps getting closer to that gap. He feels that he is gradually disappearing, gradually assimilating, and becoming a great existence. part.
But as if to hinder him, those strange pictures appeared again, and quickly replaced the scene in front of him.
"Snapped--"
What a crackling sound.
"Pah - pah -"
This sound gradually increased.
This is an illusion shaking the Taoist heart! We must not be affected by them, and we must not fall short!
"You can't stop me! I want to become an immortal! I want to live forever! Hahahahaha!"
Chenji laughed maniacally and continued to dive, trying to get closer to him.
Getting closer.
The moment he crossed the gap, he seemed to see His true face. With just a fleeting glance, his whole head exploded.
"Ahhhh——! Chen Si, you must die a happy death!"
When he came back to his senses, Chen Si found that the scenery in the ghost cave had completely faded, and he was sitting cross-legged in a black pot.
He touched his head, it was intact.
However, the wailing sounds are still endless, and the popping sounds come one after another.
Turning around, he saw a snow-white humanoid monster with flesh and blood all over his body, rolling in pain on the ground.
Its body is covered with eyeballs of all sizes, and from a distance it looks like a fat white toad!
Those popping sounds came from it. For some reason, the eyeballs on its body were bursting one after another, turning into a pool of foul-smelling pus and blood.
Chen Si looked around numbly, feeling lost in his heart.
How could he return to hallucination?
At this time, a hurried cry came from the corner: "You have escaped from the illusion. Huang Zhongyuan is suffering from backlash. Take this opportunity to kill him!"
Chen Si heard the news and went to find an angry-eyed young man tied with an iron chain in a corner of the stone room.
The young man was unkempt and disheveled. There was a large puddle of filth on the ground, emitting a stench. He had been locked up here for who knows how long.
Beside him, there was another man with a pale face who was also imprisoned on the ground. Seeing Chen Si open his eyes, that man suddenly became energetic and shouted: "Master, you have been arrested for so many days. You’re finally awake, please help me!”
It was Ran Zhu.
Listening to their shouts and Huang Zhongyuan's wailing, Chen Simuran's eyes gradually focused and he slowly regained his energy.
As if awakening from a dream, Chen Si stood up suddenly. The black pot shattered and the scalding boiling water splashed to the ground.
He widened his eyes, glanced around, and found that a large hole had been cut open in his abdomen, and half of his lungs had been taken out.
A rage ignited in his chest.
"Huang Zhongyuan, if you dare to lie to me, go to hell!"
He jumped up, gathered the immortal energy in his body, and punched the white flesh ball rolling on the ground with all his strength.
The eyeballs crackled and exploded, half of Huang Zhongyuan's head was shattered, and his entire body was embedded in the ground.
