ancient god emperor

Chapter 373 Opening the Altar
"If you want to heal your wounds, just relying on this little soul fire is not enough!" Chu Yun's eyes flashed, his spirit body was no longer so weak, he just wanted to condense his spirit body, and there was still a long way to go. Way to go.

However, once the spirit body is condensed, it means that he has completely stepped into the Yunling Realm. If Chu Yun's soul is Yunling, even if Chu Yun has not cultivated Yunling, relying on the power of the physical spirit, it will be extremely terrifying. His combat power will be even more astonishing.

And once Chu Yun's soul enters the realm of spirit accumulation, he must re-enter the main body, and the probability of controlling the physical body will be much higher. Therefore, it is extremely important for him to condense the spiritual body, and there is no room for loss!

In the end, all the more than 100 soul beasts were killed by Chu Yun alone, and all the soul fires were submerged into his head, and then absorbed by the spirit body dormant in the dry bones!
Chu Yun's spiritual body became more and more solid, and the dao injury had almost healed, which made Chu Yun a little excited. You must know that the dao injury he suffered was extremely serious, but he did not expect the power of the soul fire of the soul beast to be so powerful, allowing him to recover Quite a lot.

However, it was also because Chu Yun was able to absorb the soul fire retrogradely because of the devouring bloodline. If ordinary warriors came here and hadn't devoured it, their heads might explode. After all, it is not that simple for the soul fire to suppress the human race!

However, Chu Yun felt slightly regretful. After all, all the soul beasts had been killed, and there was no source of soul fire anymore, so his healing process had to be slowed down.

"Phew, I've finally killed the soul beast!" The old man felt a stabbing pain in his head. After killing a few soul beasts, he couldn't take it anymore. After all, he was old and his blood had already dried up. , no longer the fighting power of the heyday.

Seeing Chu Yun covered in blood, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he said with a serious look in his pupils, "Why did the soul fire disappear? It seems to be swallowed by something."

The ancestor of the Jiang family waved his hand and said: "Brother Han, don't worry, this person's spiritual sea is exhausted, and his soul perception has dissipated. Presumably because the soul fire has no targets to attack, he will return to the world and become nothing. That's all."

Hearing the answer from the ancestor of the Jiang family, the old man was nodded, and he said: "This place contains the power of luck of a generation of emperors, the fierce birds have already undergone changes, maybe they will encounter soul beasts, or even There is also the existence of the power to manipulate luck."

The three continued to rush forward. At this time, they were not far from the ultimate place of the ancestral spirits. They could vaguely see a mausoleum. Near the mausoleum stood stone pillars, surrounding an ancient altar.

The people along the way were very quiet, without any fierce birds obstructing, which made the old man very puzzled. The conquest of the ancestral spirit land means that the ground is full of dead bones, how could it be so easy?Could something have happened here?
The old man's expression was solemn, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find any clues, but he didn't find anything abnormal at all. Could it be that they reached the final ultimate place so easily?

After half a stick of incense, the three of them came to the mausoleum. The mausoleum had a gloomy feeling, and the faint power of luck lingered, making this place a bit extraordinary.

There are many complicated runes branded on the stone pillar, which has a heavy meaning, and the stone pillar has not broken after such a long time, obviously the power of the runes has played a role.

The altar has a faint smell of blood, which dissipates with the wind. I don't know how many years have passed, but it still exists. Chu Yun, who is dormant in the mysterious dry bones, raised his eyebrows. He seemed to feel that something was wrong, as if he was being stared at.

But Chu Yun didn't dare to take any action. His spiritual body hadn't recovered yet, and he hadn't regained the control over his physical body. If something happened, he might be in trouble.

"That's the ultimate place. In the mausoleum is the place where a generation of human emperors sit and die, and there is a generation of human emperor's luck!" The old man looked solemn, and he said: "The convenience under the altar is the human emperor's. Sitting in the land of transformation!"

"However, it is not that simple to open the altar. The power of luck here can resist on its own, and the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the resistance!" The old man looked a little dignified, and he said, "This time we will Look at you, Brother Jiang."

"Let's work together to open the passage. When the time comes, you can help me go in and pass on the luck. Of course, your Jiang family can also spy on some of the mysteries. As for how much you can understand, it depends on your luck!"

The ancestor of the Jiang family grinned, and with a move of his divine sense, he manipulated Chu Yun's body to walk towards the land of the ancestral spirits. Chu Yun clenched his fists, and a burst of blood rushed out from above his head, with a terrifying aura surging.

Chu Yun was manipulated by the ancestor of the Jiang family, and his whole body suddenly descended into the altar. On the altar, a wisp of green-white mist suddenly rose up, which was the external manifestation of the power of luck!

Since the fall of a generation of emperors, no one has carried the power of luck, so the power of luck here is extremely scattered, repelling all external forces, which is also one of the difficulties in inheriting luck.

The white mist seemed to turn into a shackle, trapping Chu Yun in an instant. Chu Yun's body shook, and he was horribly killed. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Although there was only a little connection between him and his body, he could still Feel a tingling pain.

It seemed that the body was about to collapse. If it wasn't for Chu Yun's physical body, he would have been smashed into dregs. The strands of luck seemed to have found some outlet, and tightly imprisoned Chu Yun, but passed away. After a few breaths, Chu Yun coughed up blood!
"Well, it's at this time!" The bad old man aimed at the right time, and he made a decisive move. Wisps of vitality were drawn by him, causing terrifying shocks, and there was a trace of luck in the vitality of the world, obviously mastered Part of the luck secrets.

The ancestor of the Jiang family who was manipulating Chu Yun shrank his pupils, and looked at the bad old man with deep eyes. The secret art of luck is the art of the emperor, and only those who carry the luck of a country or inheritors of the emperor can master it. But the bad old man was able to grasp a part, which really surprised him.

The bad old man suddenly stepped on the altar, one after another runes shot out from his hands, and suddenly bombarded the altar, as if to completely annihilate the altar!
Since all the power of luck was blocked by Chu Yun, the old man's attack was not resisted at all. Just a moment later, a corner of the altar was broken, revealing the scene inside!

It's just that the broken corner of the altar is very weird, it can heal itself, and the original broken corner is slowly recovering, but the bad old man is not an ordinary warrior, and all the power of luck is carried by Chu Yun, so he has no fear!
"Give me the place where the emperor of a generation sits!" The bad old man smiled bitterly, and he stepped on the altar with a sudden force, although the altar is still recovering by itself, but the speed has slowed down a lot. Within time, the altar will not be restored!
(End of this chapter)