The top of the huge stone altar is unavailable.

Even Wu Ma Jiuxing's sword could not damage the huge rock, but there were dense cracks, and a large pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters was sunk downward. In the pit, there was extremely red blood, like a small blood lake.

It seemed as if in the long past, a ball of blood dripped from the sky, smashing the huge stone altar into this way.

Blood Lake is not shocking.

What was shocking was the sword island in the center of Blood Lake.

The small island is filled with various swords. Six of them emit bright divine light and terrifying power that is comparable to gods. All monks in the Great Saint realm understand that it is a six-handled sword at the level of artifacts.

There are also thirteen swords, and the supreme inscriptions flow on the sword body, releasing the supreme aura.

Another thirteen Supreme Holy Artifact-level sword.

What is even more shocking is that above the Blood Lake, there are dense stars in the dark sea water, like a starry sky containing endless mystery.

Everyone knows that there are many planets floating in this sea area.

However, those planets do not shine at all, and they cannot be seen anywhere else in the Origin Temple. Why do they all appear here?

Starry sky, blood lake, sword island.

There are also strange and weird buildings hidden in the blood mist in the distance.

How can this scene not be shocked?

After suppressing the shock in his heart, Guzhai wings spread out on his back, broke through the wind, and flew towards Jian Island.

Just arrived above the Blood Lake.

Her body was uncontrollable and she suddenly fell down.

The blood lake below brought Gu Shijing an unprecedented sense of fear. His eyes were filled with blood, and his mind was subjected to a huge impact, as if thousands of invisible hands were pulling her.

At a critical moment, she slapped the lake with her palm, and her body flew upside down and landed on the shore.

"rustle!"

Her beautiful palm that touched the blood turned into sand and dust and slid to the ground.

Guzhao was as quiet as avoiding snakes and scorpions. He was extremely shocked and retreated backwards, setting a long distance from the blood lake. Then, he cut off his entire arm at the fastest speed.

"rustle!"

The arms that fell to the ground also turned into dust.

All the monks present could not breathe and were shocked to the point of being beyond measure.

Gu Shejing's Demon Ancestor's battle body is so powerful that it is indestructible. However, it was broken with only a little blood and had to cut off one arm to save his life.

The monks who were originally attracted by the magical artifacts and the supreme holy artifacts wanted to rush forward were all scared and retreated.

Too scary!

"Is this blood so corrosive? Can it be compared to the corrosive substances on the corpse gods?" Master Yeyou only felt his scalp numb, and just looking at the Blood Lake, he had the urge to turn around and run away.

Everyone retreated, but Yuan Qianmo suddenly walked forward, came to the edge of the Blood Lake, and said confidently: "I'll try it."

"Wow!"

He activated the Wusui magic pen, and immediately, white brush hair flew out like thousands of feet of white hair and rushed towards Jiandao.

As he was about to succeed, he used his pen to seize a magical artifact and returned, and Yuan Qianmo showed a happy look.

Suddenly, the brush hair was broken in an instant and sank into the blood lake.

Yuan Qianmo looked at the bare Wusui magic pen and his eyes became confused.

The brush hair of Wusui magic brush is an ancient god. He was made of his own hair and was nurtured by the gods of all dynasties in the Temple of Death. How could it be broken like this?

Just when Yuan Qianmo was lost, a faint blood-colored mist filled the blood lake.

The blood-colored aerial mist spread to him, and Yuan Qianmo was shocked to find that the rules of the holy path in his body were uncontrollably absorbed by the blood mist.

He hurriedly retreated, but he still lost the rules of hundreds of billions of Taoist holy paths.

You know, it was just a moment.

And it is just stained with blood mist, rather than directly contacting the blood.

Yuan Qianmo's heart was shrouded in fear. He wanted to escape from this place, even when he encountered an enemy in the divine realm, he would not be able to have such an impact on him.

Gu Xia Jing endured the huge pain and pressed his left hand on his right shoulder.

On her bloody right shoulder, a brand new slender jade arm grew out, still as smooth as jade. Her eyes were fixed on the Blood Lake and Sword Island, not knowing what she was thinking.

Master Yeyou, the seven-handed old man entered the formation camel, and the two looked pale as paper.

The old man Qishou spoke with difficulty and said, "I have lived for more than 20,000 years. I don't know how many places to die in the forbidden area. I have never seen such a strange and terrible thing. This must be an extremely vicious place. The intuition tells me that if we leave, we must leave immediately."

Master Yeyou rarely agreed with the view of the Seven-Handed Old Man and said: "Although the sword on the sword island is extremely rare, it is enough to make the gods fight for it so dark. However, we must not be involved, otherwise we may not be as capable as Gu Shejing and Yuan Qianmo to save our lives."

Zhang Ruochen was also shocked, but his eyes were attracted by the six magic swords on the sword island.

The seven sword spirits in the sea of ​​Qi produce subtle sensations.

Even a sense of familiarity with the six divine swords was somewhat similar to the star divine sword in Pluto's hand, but the divine power emitted was slightly weaker.

Could it be that these six divine swords are the legacy of the sword ancestor? They are of the same origin as the star divine sword?

However, when the Sword Ancestor went to Kunlun Realm, why didn’t he bring them with him?

Zhang Ruochen was full of doubts and did not want to leave just now.

Death silence was broken, and a clear, beautiful and graceful voice came from a distance: "The liquid in this lake may be blood, or it may not be. However, it does not belong to our world. It contains the strange energy that destroys everything in this world, and it will die if it touches it."

Ji Fanxin, wearing a white dress, walked over from a distance along the Blood Lake.

Under the bathing of the stars, her jade-like appearance is like a goddess who is in mortal world, and her whole body is fragrant.

When Zhang Ruochen looked at her, he knew that she was not the real Ji Fanxin, but Bai Qing'er. Today, Bai Qing'er seemed to have completed some kind of degeneration, and she was out of touch with the world, as if she was about to fly away from the sky.

Just like clouds in the sky, the remains of chaos.

Her appearance made Yuan Qianmo and Gu Shejing look alert and afraid.

After all, from the Aoyun asteroid belt, to the Hundred Clans Royal City, to the Jiannan Realm, Ji Fanxin fought against the heaven and the battlefield, and used his power to fight against the monks in the entire Hell Realm.

I don’t know how many famous Hell’s powerhouses died in her hands, and the starry sky was dyed red.

Bai Qing'er said again: "If you want to obtain a magical weapon, we will never be able to do it with our current cultivation level. You must first break into the divine realm. Yuan Qianmo, you are the first in the "ShenCrown Volume". Everyone said that if you think of it, you can become a god."

"Gu Shejing, you are the most outstanding successor of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm since the Yuanhui, and you have cultivated the Demon Ancestor's battle body to the strongest level under the divine realm."

"You two are only one last step away from the divine realm. Why not today, we will fight for life and death to see if we can break through that step?"

There were only four monks present who could understand what Bai Qing'er said about "that step".

Gu Shejing's body was overwhelming and said, "Okay, let's fight for life and death."

"Well, this era has given me unlimited pressure and motivation. Maybe I can really break through the barriers, buckle the gods, and fight against the gods!" Yuan Qianmo said.

Bai Qing'er stood proudly, looking at the stars, and said, "Working alone, no one here is my opponent. Let's go together, I will break through the barriers, lock the gods, and suppress the gods."

Gu Shejing and Yuan Qianmo both knew Bai Qing'er's strength, so they were not polite and were ready to join forces.

"Wait a minute." Bai Qing'er said.

Yuan Qianmo said: "What, do you regret it?"

Bai Qing'er shook her head and said, "You two are still not enough to be my opponent. I mean you three."

Gu Shejing and Yuan Qianmo both looked at Wu Ma Jiuxing.

Wu Ma Jiuxing stood above Ying Long's head with a serendipity, unmoved.

"What she said was me."

With a melodious and cold sound, a silver stream of light flew to the top of the altar.

The silver flowing light stopped, and the straight body of the Blood Spirit Fairy appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the old figure of Grandma Haitang also walked up slowly.

"Mother-in-law, why are you here?" Zhang Ruochen immediately met, not shy away from the fact that he knew the monks in Kunlun Realm.

Grandma Haitang smiled kindly: "It was Jiange who sensed the special aura that we came here. Unexpectedly, we caught up with such a big battle. It's really better to come early than to come by."

"Boom."

At the top of the altar, suddenly there was a strong wind, and the rules were disordered, and the powerful aura was like a dragon roaming.

Gu Shi Jing is strong and cold, like a world-class devil.

Yuan Qianmo has white hair and holds a pen in his hand. The flowing charm is the ultimate rhyme of death.

The head and snake body of the Blood Spirit Immortal is condensed into a blood sword with the rules of swordsmanship. The sharpness of the body is revealed and its energy rushes to the starry sky.

Bai Qing'er, standing by the blood lake, was extremely leisurely and felt a sense of returning to nature. She was neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor arrogant. Her thin and slender body could be calm and composed in the power of the three powerful people, as if she was in an ethereal state.

Grandma Haitang sighed: "This girl is really talented and has a bit of the demeanor of the empress in the past. Today, if she does not die in the hands of the Blood Spirit Fairy and the others, she will be able to break through the barriers, latch on to the divine gate, and suppress the gods."

Zhang Ruochen had heard this several times and asked curiously: "What does it mean to break the barriers, to hold the gods' gates, and to suppress the gods?"

"The so-called banli is the mark that the gods bless them. Only after breaking through the banli and overwhelming the gods and becoming gods in the future can they have the hope of reaching the level of being a king."

Grandma Haitang said: "The so-called marks of gods are the marks formed by monks reaching the supreme state at the four realms of martial arts, attracting resonance among the gods."

"All those who can obtain the marks of the gods are geniuses, which means they have been recognized and protected by the gods."

"For monks under the divine realm, the marks of the gods are infinitely beneficial. For example, the fortunes of the gods are blessed. The various opportunities you encounter since your practice, choices you make with a sudden inspiration, or the sensing of danger are guided and warned by the gods."

"However, after becoming a god, the marks of the gods will become barriers, limiting the heights you can reach. Before becoming a god, you will think of suppressing the gods, and there will be infinite possibilities in the future."

Zhang Ruochen was a thousand miles away from Bai Qing'er and the others' current cultivation level. He seemed to understand it and asked: "How can you suppress the gods if you don't become a god? Where are the gods who gave the mark?"

Grandma Haitang looked up at the starry sky and said quietly: "The gods are dead."

On the other end, Gu Shi Jing took the lead and attacked Bai Qing'er.

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