Valkyrie

Chapter 1468 Altar Magic Mountain
Listening to the sigh of the ferryman, Lin Huang fell silent.

The dragon slayer... eventually becomes a dragon!
This must be an extremely heavy past event.

He raised his head and looked at the evil dragon approaching in the distance, his mood was no longer calm...

Tuoba Tathagata!

In fact, Lin Huang has always felt unfamiliar with this name.

Even though he knew that he and Tuoba Tathagata must be inextricably linked.

It started when he got the first Buddhist relic.

The origin of Tian Shura...is Tuoba Tathagata.

Back then, during the decisive battle in the Zhongzhou Dojo, the Tianshuluo Martial Soul was born with consciousness for the first time.And Ditian's martial soul... the martial soul that looked like a great emperor also recognized Tian Shura.

Tuoba Tathagata!

He has come all this way... relying on most of the Heavenly Asura Martial Soul.

And what is the relationship between the Heavenly Shura Martial Soul and Tuoba Tathagata?
Lin Huang didn't know yet.

But he knew that when he stepped on the ancient altar, there would be an answer.

After the sword of dawn chopped off the huge black claw, the black ship was unhindered, and it started to rush towards the altar like an arrow leaving the string.

Lin Huang turned his head to look at the cabin, and talked to the ferryman beside him.

"In the cabin, there should be those devils in the night!"

The ferryman nodded, "After going through many vicissitudes, the black ship has already been damaged. Those devils penetrated the bottom of the black ship, entered the cabin, and were sealed inside!"

"They are all dead?"

Lin Huang spoke.

The ferryman turned his head and glanced at the cabin, "Unless you have the realm of a great venerable... that is, the realm of a great emperor. Otherwise..."

The ferryman shook his head, but did not continue.

Lin Huang was silent, he looked at the remaining warriors on the boat, Shen Qing was still there, but the mandala was gone.

However, Lin Huang didn't feel much sadness in his heart... It's not that he ignored life, but that this is fate, and everyone needs to be responsible for their own choices.

"Mountain... River..."

As the black boat approached the altar more and more, the ancient divine voice floating in the void became more and more clear.

Lin Huang felt more and more the sadness in that divine voice.

That's not one's pathos.

It is the despair of an era.

Mountains and rivers are lost.

Displaced!

When night falls, the common people are but a speck of dust.

In such an extremely sad era, all living beings may be ruthlessly destroyed until no one can see any hope of survival.

Gradually... the outline of the altar became very clear in everyone's eyes.

That altar is like the ancient magic mountain!
It towers into the sky... no, it obscures the sky.

The majestic and majestic shore is covered with the blood of the dark devil... There are countless ancient sacrificial runes on it, which are completely incomprehensible with today's eyes.

The black boat approached the altar steadily.

However, Lin Huang felt the terrible coercion descending from the sky!The coercion was so strong that he almost knelt on one knee... and the group of warriors beside him who were in a state of confusion lay on the boat in an orderly manner.

Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the ancient altar Demon Mountain, feeling that he was looking up at the gods and demons.

He was also overlooked by gods and demons.

powerful!

Extremely powerful!
This is Lin Huang's only feeling at the moment. Seeing this ancient altar made him think of Qin Zheng involuntarily.

Reminds of Emperor Ember!

"Before, did anyone step on the altar?"

Lin Huang turned his head and asked the ferryman.

"I will not tell you!"

The ferryman said something that Lin Huang could understand, but it left Lin Huang speechless. The ferryman was not a serious person at first glance.

"When I stepped onto the altar, did I meet Tuoba Rulai, or the evil dragon that fell into the abyss?"

Lin Huang wanted to know the final answer.

"Gods and demons... it's just a thought!"

The ferryman didn't answer Lin Huang's question.

Lin Huang spread his hands, not wanting to talk to the ferryman anymore, with a wave of his sleeves, he swept off the black boat and set foot on the ancient altar.

hum!
The moment he stepped on the altar, there was a buzzing sound in Lin Huang's mind, as if being hit by a huge hammer.

He was dizzy, and only felt that the magic mountain of the altar in front of him was getting bigger and bigger.

When Lin Huang turned his head, all the warriors on the black boat had stepped into the magic mountain of the altar. After entering the range of the altar, their minds began to become clear and no longer in a trance.

The ferryman bowed respectfully to the altar, "Master Demon Lord, the sacrifice has arrived!"

With that said, the ferryman shook the black boat and left.

Lin Huang frowned, his face turned green, "Have you been tricked by this stupid ferryman?"

The pitch-black ferry has gone away, and the forest is no longer entangled. He looks up at the top of the altar, his gaze is serious... Anyway, here is the story of Tuoba Tathagata.

He wants to find out!
Lin Huang began to walk towards the altar...

The altar is too high and too far away, and there is too much coercion pouring down.

Even in Lin Huang's current state, under that powerful oppressive force, he can't move forward in the air, and can only climb the mountain step by step.

But this is the way to go...

From a million steps!

On the majestic and majestic magic mountain, a group of warriors began to climb.

Lin Huang's speed is extremely fast... [-] steps... [-] steps...

In less than half an hour, he walked up the [-]-step staircase, and it was very easy.

20 steps.

30 steps.

40 steps!

Half a day later, Lin Huang appeared at a distance of 50 steps.Those who came to the altar with him have been left far behind.

Ok?
On the pitch-black stairs, Lin Huang frowned slightly, and in front of him, he saw two tiny figures.

"So you guys are hiding here!"

Lin Huang muttered to himself with a smile on his face.

Although it seems simple to set foot on the altar.But every step has to bear tremendous pressure... If you don't reach the realm of the Holy Emperor, you can't even think about walking 50 steps.

And those who can walk ahead of him...

It should be the quasi-emperor of the four ancient clans.

Afterwards, Lin Huang chased after him, intending to use the coercion of the altar to directly kill the two quasi-emperors of the ancient clan.

boom!
However, when Lin Huang walked 50 steps and stepped forward, the steps in front of him were covered by endless pitch-black thunder.

Every thunderbolt fell on Lin Huang's body, it was... numb!
After Lin Huang had walked a thousand steps, the numbness had completely evolved... Even if he had an immortal body, his skin was torn apart and dripping with blood.

perhaps……

After 50 steps, it is already the forbidden area of ​​the Holy Emperor, but he is climbing forcibly.

Ordinary suffering could no longer stop Lin Huang, he dragged his bloodied body forward on the dark stairs... from one thousand steps to ten thousand steps.

From [-] steps to [-] steps.

"Damn it!"

Lin Huang couldn't hold it anymore, he sat on the steps, wanting to take a rest.

When he turned his head, he found that he was getting closer to those two figures, but they had survived the thunder disaster, and they still looked like two living people.

Lin Huang then got up and continued climbing.

……

Two days later.

Lin Huang climbed up the No.60-step ladder like a dog.

He was covered in bones and had no flesh and blood.

Fortunately, Thunder only has [-] steps.

Fortunately, he is still alive!

It's just that he looked up at the two figures that became clearer, and there was no joy on his face... No, he has no face anymore.

I don't know what kind of terrible catastrophe will be after the thunder catastrophe?

(End of this chapter)