There is something inexplicably terrifying about this scene.
As Ye Wuque dodged, he finally arrived at the gate of this majestic ancient city.
Towering into the clouds and magnificent.
But in front of the entrance, the door is open, and the doors in the distance are like this, but there is no one.
Ye Wuque raised his head and looked above the city gate.
There, Ye Wuque could feel the remaining forbidden fluctuations!
With one step forward, Ye Wuque soared into the sky and came directly to the city gate. His field of vision suddenly became wider.
And just as Ye Wuque expected, he did not encounter any obstruction and landed at the city gate safely.
"At the eighth level, there are remnants of the guarded ancient forbidden fluctuations."
Ye Wuque stroked the ancient city wall with one hand and could feel the restrictive fluctuations.
Soon, he discovered the key point.
"These ancient restrictions that guard the Taoist passes were broken by yearning from within!"
"And there are tens of thousands of residual auras left, endless. It should be the gathering of the power of countless living beings, with a kind of urgent fear and madness..."
What he saw and heard along the way suddenly reappeared in Ye Wuque's mind.
"The ones who broke the ancient restriction of the eighth level of the gods should be those creatures who escaped!"
"They tried their best, risked everything, and risked their lives."
"The reason for this is because before they..."
"Being sealed in the eighth level?"
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly after he came to this conclusion. At this time, he had already walked to the inner side of the city gate. Standing on the city wall, he could overlook everything in the eighth gate of the Taoist God.
At a glance.
Ye Wuque saw a...
Empty city!!
There are all kinds of buildings, streets, shops, etc., all available.
But there is no breath of life!
Not to mention any living creatures, there is not even a mosquito left!
The entire eighth level of the Taoist God was clean, without even dust. It was so clean that it gave people an unreal feeling.
It's as if there is an invisible terrifying force that has transformed the entire eighth level of Taoism into essence!
"It's not an empty city, it's... a dead city!"
Ye Wuque's gaze became even more captivating.
He has already come up with a terrible inference!
Along the way from the gorgeous Aurora, I saw so many strange corpses, the answer is already obvious!
All the creatures in the eighth level of Taoism were...
Slaughtered all!
Not a single one left!
They were all killed cleanly!
How terrifying is this??
Who dares to do that??
There is such an unimaginable handwriting?
How did he do it??
Such a majestic and terrifying ancient city gate is the eighth level of Taoism. It is not too far away from the tenth level of the final level.
How can a creature that can inhabit the eighth level of Taoism be weak?
There will only be more indigenous masters!
But now all the creatures in the entire Dao Shen Pass have been slaughtered??
Even Ye Wuque felt a little weird.
"Huh? Wait!"
Suddenly, under the power of Ye Wuque's soul, he seemed to have discovered something. He dodged and fell directly from the city gate, landing on the ground that looked like an alley in the eighth level below.
In a hidden place, Ye Wuque's figure appeared and slowly squatted down. It was a corner.
It's very ordinary. You can't see anything at all usually, and you can't seem to see anything now.
But at this moment, Ye Wuque, who was squatting down, stretched out a finger and rubbed something on the ground.
Buzz!
The next moment, a strange trace of light appeared there.
It appears a reddish color, darker than blood.
Ye Wuque looked at this strange red light with twinkling eyes.
This is the residual aftermath!
It was just captured by Ye Wuque's powerful power of perception.
"Such traces of light, as well as fluctuations..."
Soon, Ye Wuque stood up, looked in another direction, and immediately disappeared from where he was.
When he appeared again, he had arrived at a private room on the second floor of a restaurant.
I saw that in the corner of the box, as Ye Wuque pointed out, it shattered, and immediately revealed a red trace of light that was exactly the same as before. The only difference was that the direction seemed completely different.
Next, Ye Wuque's figure kept flashing in the eighth level of the Taoist God.
The footprints cover almost one-third of the Dao Shen Pass.
Every time it falls, a red trace of light can be found.
And the locations are all different. There are alley corners, shop corners, and restaurant corners. The one thing they have in common is that they are very hidden.
A quarter of an hour later.
Ye Wuque came to the void at the eighth level of the Taoist God and looked down, his eyes flickering.
At this moment, in Ye Wuque's sight, he marked the location of every red light he found.
Finally, with the power of the soul, they connected all the red traces of light found together according to their respective directions!
brush!
The next moment, from Ye Wuque's perspective, he saw an extremely huge, but only one-third of it...ancient and strange inscription!
At this moment, Ye Wuque's eyes became a little colder and he murmured to himself.
"No wonder there is only a layer of skin left..."
"I made a mistake."
"All the creatures in the eighth level of this god were not slaughtered at all, but were... blood sacrificed!"
"There is a group of creatures. They must have been planning for a long time. After a long time, they have built a huge and terrifying ancient altar in the entire eighth level of the Taoist God!"
"In the end, this group of creatures activated this altar, and they... sacrificed an entire eighth level of Taoism!"
"All the creatures within it have become their sacrifices... sacrifices!"
so!
Only a layer of skin will be left on those corpses, and all the essence of flesh and blood will disappear, instead of being swallowed up.
But was sacrificed!!
The special and wonderful power fluctuation that Ye Wuque perceived just now should be... the power of sacrifice!
How many creatures are there in the entire eighth level of Taoism??
The horrors are too numerous to count!
But all the endless eighth level creatures were sacrificed!
Leave no one behind!
The only one who escaped was the crazy man, but he had gone completely crazy and died in the gorgeous aurora.
No wonder he kept holding hell, hell in his mouth before he died!
This eighth level of the Taoist God has indeed become a hell of sacrifice.
Such a handwriting!
Beyond Ye Wuque’s imagination!
How cruel and crazy is this??
The entire eighth level of blood sacrifice!
It’s unimaginable!
Cold and bloody to the extreme!
These creatures... damn!
So!
What is the purpose of these creatures?
The entire eighth level of the Taoist God's Blood Sacrifice must have some purpose.
Is it to release some kind of terrifying existence?
Or something else...
"Um?"
Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed and he looked at the center of the eighth level of the Taoist God. There was a central square there.
And in the central square, there was a figure sitting quietly.
Ye Wuque had no expression on his face and rushed over immediately.
When he arrived at the central square, he saw clearly that the figure sitting cross-legged seemed to be very thin, and he was an old man.
Turn your back to him!
Ye Wuque felt an extreme coldness and domineering coming from the old man.
Before Ye Wuque could make a move, a dry and cold, hoarse old voice, as if chewing iron slag, suddenly sounded.
The sound was intermittent, as if it could not be produced by a living person!
"I didn't...expect...that there would be another...fish that slipped through the net..."
"Become... the last... bit of... nourishment... food..."
boom!!
I saw the entire central square burst into flames, and then a big dry and chapped pale yellow hand appeared out of the sky and suddenly grabbed Ye Wuque!