The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

As soon as the vertical eye appeared, he immediately saw that a terrifying force was transmitted from the altar, causing the entire ground to collapse, revealing a deep and huge pit. In the huge pit, a figure suddenly emerged.

Wearing a black robe and an iron helmet, he held a black sword that was as black as ink and exuded a jet-black luster. This knife gives people a weird feeling. It was as if it was no longer just an ordinary weapon, but an evil poisonous snake, hiding in the dark, ready to bite anyone at any time.

"What a strong demonic power!!"

Song Xing couldn't help but secretly feel a sense of shock.

This has completely transcended the realm of heaven and reached a higher level of existence.

As he spoke, the figure shrouded in black robes stood up slowly. The air around him seemed to have become colder, causing the temperature around him to drop sharply. It was even difficult to breathe. He seemed to be affected by some kind of terrible force. Demonic invasion.

But the most important thing is. The eyes of that figure.

They were two groups of black flames that could not be concealed. It was filled with the aura of violence, madness and destruction. It felt like a terrifying god of death crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Song Xing didn't show any expression on his face, but had a sense of matter-of-factness.

The demonic aura emanating from the black-robed man was extremely strong, and that aura had increased several times more than before. This increase was almost a geometric surge. Once it breaks out. Absolutely terrifying and suffocating.

The man in black robe opened his mouth and spat out a sentence.

Moreover, its material is neither gold nor jade, but a kind of tough wood. After countless years, it still has not decayed, but exudes a mysterious luster. This is how it looks today.

Song Xing clearly saw that the void was directly chopped into pieces under the dark sword light. The sword light swung by the man in black robe actually cut directly into the ground. Underground, a huge crack appeared. Inside the crack, you could clearly see countless densely intertwined runes. It forms a mysterious array.

But this sword light slashed hard on the formation diagram, leaving a deep mark on the formation diagram. The sword energy collapsed and the formation diagram disappeared.

In an instant, the entire ground shook violently, as if it could not withstand the dominance of the curved blade.

"who are you?"

It seems that it does not have any intelligence at all, it is just a mechanical puppet.

Sure enough, when the man in black robe heard this, a look of ferocity suddenly appeared on his brows, and he let out a roar.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you need to make a choice." Song Xing said calmly: "Become the new owner of this altar, become its will, and its belief. Only then can you continue to live. Otherwise , you will perish forever.”

The real ferocious soldiers once slaughtered tens of millions and drank their blood.

He stretched out his hand to grab into the void, and immediately saw an ancient sarcophagus appearing in the air and landing in front of him. The sarcophagus exuded a simple and vicissitudes of life. It was obvious that it was a relic belonging to a strong man a long time ago. Inside, there are amazing energy fluctuations, exuding a vast coercion.

He knew that if he wanted to control this terrifying existence, he had to use words to anger him.

As he spoke, he raised his arm sharply, holding the curved blade. Without hesitation, he rowed towards the void. The curved blade cut through the void, and a dark blade burst out instantly.

The man in black robe followed closely and reached in. He took out what was inside and found a strange curved blade. There is a circle of dark lines on the curved blade, and an icy cold light flashes on the lines. At first glance, it gives people a sharp feeling.

"I choose to destroy it all."

Song Xing stood there, watching the puppet unmoved, but infinite brilliance emerged behind him.

The demon guarding the altar is dead, and the remaining altar spirit no longer poses a threat to him.

As long as the altar in front of you is destroyed, the demon clan's plan to divert trouble to the east will be shattered. But Song Xing looked at the sacrifice in front of him and had a new idea. He took one step forward, directly crossing a distance of several feet, and suddenly appeared in front of the puppet with an extra token in his hand.

On the token, there is a lifelike, majestic and solemn portrait of Taotie.

Song Xing's eyes flashed and he directly placed the Taotie Token in his hand on the altar.

All he saw was that the altar suddenly lit up and the whole altar shook violently. The sacrificial spirit seemed to have some kind of reaction.

A jet-black stream of light appeared out of thin air, and the black light turned into a pitch-black whirlpool. In the whirlpool, terrifying devouring power was conveyed, wildly devouring everything around it.

The true energy in Song Xing's body circulated rapidly, turning into a thick layer of true energy covering the outside of his body. Resist the invasion of devouring force. At the same time, he stamped his feet hard. There was a loud explosion on the ground, and the whole altar was seen shaking violently.

The sacrificial spirit in the altar involuntarily approached the whirlpool.

Song Xing tilted his body slightly and rushed towards the altar. He picked up a stone brick in his hand and threw it towards the altar.

The stone bricks collided with the altar. Immediately, you can see that the altar is glowing with a bright treasure light. The treasure light is like substance, crystal clear and indestructible. The stone bricks that hit it did not hit the altar. cause any damage.

Instead, he flew out on his own.

boom! !

After the stone brick was bounced away, it exploded in mid-air. Turn into powder.

"Damn it, the confinement on the altar is too strong. Even with my cultivation, I can't easily break it. I'm afraid I have to wait until I reach the late stage of the life orifice realm before I can hope to destroy it. No matter what, I will destroy the altar Completely destroy it and prevent other monsters from having a chance to rise."

"However, since I dare to come here, I must have a way to destroy it."

Song Xing's deep eyes flashed with a strange light.

A white bone bead appeared in his hand.

As soon as this white bone bead appeared, it immediately emitted a rich ghost mist, wrapping itself in it and hiding its face. He walked towards the altar step by step.

"What is this? This is..."

The puppet on the altar had a look of doubt in his eyes.

Above the altar, a sculpture stood impressively, and the sculpture was a huge skeleton. The appearance of this skeleton is very strange. The head was severed. The neck was broken. But on the skeleton, you can still feel a trace of the remaining terrifying deterrent.

The fingertips of this skeleton also held a white bone relic.

The flesh and blood in this white bone relic has long been refined, but the bones have not yet reached their peak transformation.

This kind of relics, or even bones, are very valuable in themselves. When combined with other precious materials to refine the relics, each one has extremely magical effects. Some are even more precious than innate spiritual objects.

Song Xing looked at the bone relics with a joyful smile on his face.

As soon as he thought, a white bone claw emerged from the palm of his hand. It was a life weapon that he had condensed. It was made of white bones. The whole body was dark gray and covered with strange runes. With an evil nature. It exudes a strong evil spirit. (End of chapter)