The small flesh and blood stone controlled by Duan Zhen kept moving forward, crossing the bluestone floor and crossing the group of twisted corpses.
Finally came to a very familiar place.
Su Mansion.
There is also a deep copper door in the house, and the iron ring on the door shines in the light.
The steps are not high, only three floors.
Even children can stumble up this jade-like staircase.
On both sides are a pair of stone lions, majestic and vivid.
When Duan Zhen was a child, he and Su Xiuling often tried to climb onto the lion's body, but they were always discouraged by the guards on both sides.
There is a plaque with the word "Sufu" hanging on the top of the beam. The strokes are scattered and orderly, like a knife and an axe.
Looking further inside, there is a natural viewing pool with swimming fish that Su Xiuling can't forget.
It's a pity that the Su Mansion at this time has become a place full of death in Duan Zhen's eyes.
How many thoughts does his Xuanyuan Wuji Seal contain?
Since mastering Jiukong Wujie, almost the entire Fengyun world's martial arts thoughts have turned into a profound foundation.
In addition, as the sword master of the Great Evil King, he is the most sensitive to these evil intentions.
Even if there is only a ball of flesh and stone here, it is enough to feel the suffocating death breath in the air.
Weird, cramped, penetrating, and dark.
There should be no one alive in the Su Mansion at this time.
"Are you in the city lord's mansion?"
Duan Zhen still held up the small piece of flesh and blood and quickly walked around the Su Mansion, and then left after thoroughly confirming it.
He felt that a bunch of evil thoughts were entrenched in the city lord's mansion.
As we get closer to the center of the city, the surrounding air becomes heavier.
The sky seemed a little darker. It was still early morning, but it felt like night was approaching.
Duan Zhen didn't waste any more time and immediately accelerated his speed.
This small stone of flesh and blood rolled forward so resolutely, and within half an hour it arrived at a place covered with flesh and blood.
"this…"
Even though Duan Zhen's true form did not appear again at this moment, he still felt a chill when seeing this scene.
The first thing you see is a huge altar.
While controlling Zhao Zukong to sneak into the Devils, Duan Zhen also saw the huge altar that Damon had been preparing.
It was used to summon the projection of an evil god as a means of destroying the world.
The corresponding priestly attributes appear to be fear and pain.
But now this altar has completely transcended these two simple concepts.
On the contrary, it is more like the Eighth Tribulation of the Evil King, where the four emotions are unified.
Greed, anger and ignorance, resentment and hatred, separation from love, failure to seek...
Birth, old age, sickness and death, evil and evil, happiness, anger, sadness...
The emotions of all sentient beings seemed to be blended into this altar, and sacrifices began to be made with an unimaginable power.
As for the sacrifices, everyone in Longchuan City was the first to bear the brunt.
There were layers of magic patterns flowing on the altar, and behind them were groups of people with their eyes open and various emotions on their faces.
They seemed to be resisting, but they walked towards the altar involuntarily.
Vaguely, there were bright red flames in the center, as if they could burn everything.
"found it!"
The small flesh and blood stone at the lower end changed the perspective, and almost instantly saw Su Chun'an standing coldly at the end of the altar.
There was a group of people standing scattered behind him. Judging from their clothing and appearance, it seemed that several of them were people Duan Zhen knew.
All the powerful Dharma experts in Longchuan City are now on this altar.
Their whole bodies were intact, and there was no loss of flesh or blood on their bodies.
"The sublimation of your life is to devote yourself to this great sacrifice and awaken our only Lord!"
Duan Zhen was relieved when he saw Su Chun'an showing no signs of injury, but he saw a temporary high platform on the top of the altar.
Standing on the high platform was a man wearing a dark red robe with a little bit of scarlet blood on it.
He was spreading his hands wildly, and mouthing a series of unintelligible syllables as if he was mumbling or raising his voice.
But Su Chun'an and a group of Longchuan City's Dharma masters still watched coldly as the people on the side jumped into the fireworks one by one.
"Still being controlled? But it seems to have another purpose?"
Duan Zhen looked at the scene and his heart moved.
He turned his perspective and saw a hub glowing with red blood.
It looks like a huge stone pillar, but it is somewhat damaged at the moment.
There are a hundred and eight identical pillars around.
They also stand around the altar, but they are completely different from the evil connotation exuded by the altar.
Although it is red light, there is no scarlet blood at all. Instead, it exudes tranquility and protection.
This is Longchuan’s life-suppressing formation.
"How can this be fixed?"
Duan Zhen just took one look at it and felt that he absolutely couldn't do it.
At this time, the altar was set up in the center of the Zhenming Formation.
Putting aside the roaring black-robed man in the distance, even Su Chun'an, a group of Dharma masters, could become this group of weird thugs.
It is impossible for the eight Qingyuan Guards to repair the formation in this situation.
There seemed to be no other option at the moment except to carve out a bloody path.
"This altar..."
Duan Zhen's thoughts changed slightly, and he immediately controlled the small flesh and blood stones to roll continuously, gradually approaching the altar.
He was hiding very secretly, and the surrounding area had just been opened up, with gravel everywhere, so he would not be discovered at all.
Gradually, he watched all the changes in the magic patterns and memorized these complex patterns in his mind.
Immediately afterwards, he had a thought, and Zhao Zukong's eyes lit up at the same time as he was on the Demon Team.
…
It is the green mountains floating far away and the white clouds beside the water.
Winter has arrived, and the earth seems to be covered with layers of silver.
A group of Devils suddenly appeared on a snowy field along the river.
They all put on ancient decorations, each dressed differently.
At this time, Zhao Zukong put away his previous evil and crazed expression, put on a set of elegant white clothes, and held a folding fan in his hand.
Regardless of his appearance, he looks like a good young man in troubled times.
He glanced at the two newcomers lying on the ground and clicked his tongue:
"Our Devils team has actually been reduced to only eight people."
Zhao Zukong looked at his own dress, gently opened the paper fan, and fanned flowers around him.
The white snowflakes falling everywhere moved and turned into clusters of ice sculpture-like flowers.
"Don't go crazy again! This time we are fighting against the Gods as a team!"
Dai Meng, whose face was red from the cold, turned to Zhao Zukong to dissuade him.
He was no longer wearing a black robe at this moment, but changed into a green shirt, and his handsome and thin body suddenly looked a little thin.
So he covered himself with a mink shawl, and his whole body seemed a little weak due to the cold wind.
"Rude words, when did this young master ever go crazy?"
Zhao Zukong seemed to have integrated into his role-playing at this time and began to speak in an incomprehensible manner.
Just when Duan Zhen sneaked into Longchuan City to explore for news, "Zhao Zukong" had already started the next reincarnation mission.
He had obviously just explored a plan to deal with the current situation with the Demon team last night, but now the Demon team was embarking on the next reincarnation mission.
If Duan Zhen's mind wasn't strong enough to bear this sense of disconnection in time, he would probably suffer from schizophrenia.
But as time goes by, he will only become more and more comfortable with this kind of thing.
In the last team battle with the Central Continent team, the Demon team lost seven players, and now only six senior players were left.
Demon Zheng Zha, Demon Chu Xuan, Zhao Zukong, Dameng, the boy with a forked tongue, and a giant man over two and a half meters tall.
The two people on the ground are the newcomers this time, totaling eight people.
Their mission world this time is Shushan.
The target of the team battle is the Celestial Team, which will come one hundred and eighty days after them.
"Our camp has been assigned to the decent group..."
Demon Zheng Zha's tone was incomprehensible, and he seemed to be extremely amused by the fact that the Demon team was assigned to the decent team.
He was wearing a dark red robe, and his skin still had layers of fine magic lines.
He didn't expect that he would come directly to the Shushan world as soon as he exchanged the blood nerves.
"According to the original plan, we will go to Emei first."
Chu Xuan put away his handheld computer and kept doing it.
Then he threw the two newcomers who had not yet woken up into the freezer, and then stored them in two small capsules.
In a team battle of this level, there is no need for newcomers to appear.
Zhao Zukong's eyes moved and he followed Damon for a while naturally.
Then, under the doubtful and astringent eyes of the other party, he finally couldn't help but say:
"Do you know anything about formations like evil sacrifice?"
While Zhao Zukong was speaking, he actually heard Damon's heartbeat begin to speed up.
He couldn't help but curse Vivian secretly again.
"Humph! I don't understand!"
Damon snorted a little arrogantly, then raised his head and quickened his pace.
"Oh shit!"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Zukong couldn't bear it anymore and directly grabbed Damon's neck with one hand and lifted him up.
"I'm asking you to answer, don't play this trick with me."
"Ahem! Let me go! Captain! Chu Xuan! Zhao Zukong is crazy again!"
Daimon's gene lock has only reached the third level, and as a mage in the team, the physical body is not his strong point. How could he be Zhao Zukong's opponent?
He kept struggling, but his hand inadvertently touched Zhao Zukong's palm, and his voice for help was very low.
It doesn't feel like asking for help at all, but rather...expectation?
“…”
When Zhao Zukong saw this scene, he immediately let go of his hand.
He frowned deeply as he looked at Damon, who was lying weakly in the snow.
…
"We need to practice the Soul Code as soon as possible to reverse Damon's subconscious."
The flesh and blood stone that Duan Zhen turned into shook slightly, and his mind turned away from Zhao Zukong.
Although the process was somewhat tortuous, after some negotiation, Zhao Zukong still obtained information about this evil altar from Damon.
According to Zhao Zukong's description, Dai Meng still doesn't know how this formation works.
But as a magician who can summon evil gods across borders, he can at least destroy this kind of altar.
Change a line, modify a range of blood flow, and the entire complex sacrificial ritual will be irreversibly damaged.
And this method is also extremely simple, and the small flesh and blood stones that Duan Zhen controls at the moment are enough to do it.
"Experience the feeling of falling short!"
As soon as Duan Zhen thought, the flesh and blood stone rolled silently onto the altar.
Like countless rubbles around it, it seemed to be picked up by the numb zombie-like crowd and slowly rolled towards the center of the altar.
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