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Zhuo Yifan strolled up the steps.

The fog on the steps has completely disappeared, allowing people to see the steps clearly.

This is a very old stone ladder, covered with various simple patterns, it looks like a series of comic strips depicting the life of the ancient Yuan people.

In this picture, the huge ancestors of the Yuanzu live in hunting, training and fighting, even offering sacrifices and celebrations, all of which are vivid and depicted in great detail. It looks like a complete exhibition of the history of the Yuanzu.

Even the excited creator of the curse looked at these pictures in shock, stepping up step by step.

Zhuo Yifan looked at it very carefully.

He slowly observed the pictures one by one, as if he wanted to engrave them into the bottom of his heart.

The other monks were eager to hunt for treasure, and after a cursory observation, they ran up desperately.

Soon, a large number of monks passed Zhuo Yifan and rushed to the highest point, cheering.

Ouyang Qingzhi said: "Yifan, are these really left by the people of Yuan Clan? After so many years, they are still like yesterday. They are really a magical and powerful race."

In the screen, apart from the tall and mighty Yuan clan warriors, all kinds of strange monsters appear most often.

Zhuo Yifan has seen many of these monsters in the underground palace, but the records here are even richer.

But the monsters at that time were really monsters. Not only did they look very ferocious and terrifying, but even their heads were always two, three or even more, which looked very terrifying.

The fighting power of these monsters is amazing.

In the picture, there is even a picture of a monster volleying in the sky and breathing fire, directly burning a planet into ashes.

There are also many pictures that are completely set against the vast starry sky.

These warriors of the source race can come and go freely in the starry sky, hunting and killing giant beasts.

Their fighting power is even more astonishing and terrifying, some people can even blow up the planet with one punch.

The methods of the cultivators are as ridiculous as children in front of them, and a random master of the source race can easily destroy them.

They all have one thing in common, that is, their physical strength is very strong.

In these pictures, almost every warrior is carrying a quaint stone weapon, and no one casts a magic attack at all.

"Yifan, are these Yuan clansmen the gods in the legend? They... actually hunted and killed the dragon clan?"

Ouyang Qingzhi suddenly pointed to a picture and said in shock.

Zhuo Yifan's face changed when he saw it.

It was a vast starry sky, and a giant dragon hovered in it, as long as one hundred thousand feet.

A source tribe warrior directly killed the giant dragon with a single punch, and dragged it away with his shoulders.

Although it is just a simple picture, it is extremely shocking.

The giant dragon surpassed the Yinglong and Qinglong that Zhuo Yifan had seen, the latter looked like an infant in front of it, pitifully small.

The dragon race is different from other races, the bigger the body, the stronger the strength.

Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to estimate how powerful this [-]-foot dragon was.

He only knew that in front of it, he might not even be able to take half a move.

This is really scary.

Who would have thought that the extremely powerful Dragon Clan was once hunted and killed as small animals?

Because the last picture is the scene of the mighty dragon being skinned and grilled on a huge fire.

In addition to the giant dragon, other spirit beasts could not escape the fate of their prey.

Even the legendary phoenix was hunted by Yuan tribe warriors and used as a delicacy.

Zhuo Yifan was speechless.

This history of the source clan is simply a history of brutal conquest.

All kinds of exotic animals were tamed or hunted by them.

They seem to be at the top of the food chain, and all the beasts and spirit beasts in the world are their prey.

In addition to the hunting scenes, there are also sacrifice scenes.

Countless tall giants knelt down in front of the altar, offering sacrifices to the hunted spirit beasts.

Looking at this simple altar, Zhuo Yifan's eyes changed.

Although the altar painting is very simple, Zhuo Yifan can tell at a glance that the appearance of this altar is exactly the same as the altar he saw in the square.

In other words, this ancient blood sacrifice technique actually originated from the Yuan Clan.

But what puzzled Zhuo Yifan even more was that the Yuan Clan was so powerful that they could be called gods, so how powerful should the objects they sacrificed be?

Are they praying to the 12 true gods?

Zhuo Yifan fell into deep thought.

"Yifan, there seems to be something wrong. Why are Anchen and Yindang not in a hurry? Aren't they afraid that the treasure will be obtained by these monks?" Ouyang Qingzhi reminded in surprise.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head to look, and sure enough, Anchen and more than 1000 people were standing in front of the stairs and did not walk up.

Zhuo Yifan's heart moved: "Why don't we go up and see what the mystery is before we talk about it."

Ouyang Qingzhi nodded and said, "Okay, I feel something is wrong."

Zhuo Yifan said: "It's not right. Anchen's city is extremely deep, full of bad water. He must have his own intentions when he stops there."

The two stopped observing the strokes, but quickly walked up the stairs.

Climbing up the thousand-layered stone steps, the eyes suddenly open up.

Above this, it turned out to be a huge platform.

This platform is at least the size of ten football fields.

There is a pool in the center, and there is an endless ghostly air floating there, which looks a little hazy.

Ouyang Qingzhi exclaimed in surprise: "That's Netherworld, no wonder these monks are so happy, Yifan, let's hurry there too!"

However, Zhuo Yifan's expression changed drastically, he grabbed Ouyang Qingzhi, and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, something is wrong, this pool can't be a nether world, there are weird things in it."

Ouyang Qingzhi asked suspiciously: "What's so weird? This pool is exactly the same as the legendary Netherworld. You see, the endless Netherworld is almost condensed into a solid body. If you can find the real water from the Netherworld, you can temper yourself. , the soul can be sublimated once, such an opportunity should not be missed!"

Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power erupted, and he said in surprise, "This is not the Netherworld, but an altar!"

Ouyang Qingzhi asked in surprise: "Is there an altar here? What is it used for?"

"Of course the altar is used for sacrifices." Zhuo Yifan tremblingly said, "Everyone who enters the pool will become sacrifices."

Ouyang Qingzhi looked at the dense crowd of monks, felt a tingling in his back, and said in shock: "We have to stop them."

"It's too late, the formation has already been activated, what a ruthless method." Zhuo Yifan's eyes shot out an angry light.

Suddenly, a mysterious wave came.

Ouyang Qingzhi exclaimed in surprise: "The pool has changed."

boom!

There was a loud noise, as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had occurred on the ground, and even Zhuo Yifan and Ouyang Qingzhi could hardly stand still.

Looking at the huge pool again, brilliant rays of light burst out, the blood red was dazzling, and the screams kept coming and going.

Zhuo Yifan murmured: "The blood sacrifice has started, and all those who stand on the altar will surely die."

The monks around were shocked and retreated.

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