These people were lying or sitting one by one, all looking like they were in a coma!
"I see!"
The purple-haired man standing in the air looked at this scene, his eyes suddenly shrank, and a stern smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What's going on with these people?" Lu Zhen looked at the scene in the center of the altar with horror on his face.
"They... are already dead!" Hong Feiyu said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.
"What?"
Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao were shocked when they heard this, their faces full of horror!
Whoosh!
Hong Feiyu didn't even say hello, he just swung up to the altar and landed next to the warriors.
Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao also rushed up, and when they concentrated, their eyes twitched wildly, and their expressions changed drastically!
These dozen or so warriors were originally living geniuses of flesh and blood, but now they were like long-dried trees, turned into concrete skeletons!
"Hiss!" Xiang Hao gasped, his heart trembling.
"How is it possible? They could only stay in the white light for one or two breaths, and they didn't even make a sound. They just... died?"
Lu Zhen's face was full of horror. If he didn't know more about the clothes and identities of these warriors, he would even doubt whether these were the people who entered the martial realm with him.
But now there is no doubt that these people are obviously the dozen or so warriors who just rushed to the altar.
"Be careful! This white light is very strange!"
Hong Feiyu reminded him subconsciously, and Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao took a few steps back as if they were electrocuted, their hearts alert to the extreme.
Just now, they watched helplessly as the white light spread out and enveloped the second wave of warriors. Then, as soon as the white light subsided, these people fell silently.
However, the situation they were worried about did not appear. After the white light converged, it did not spread again, as if it had fallen into silence.
This made them feel slightly less vigilant, but they still felt a chill down their spines.
"Hiss! I understand!"
Su Wan outside the altar suddenly let out an exclamation, causing Jiang Tian, Yun Xianghan and others to look at her.
Even the three girls from Wuji Palace looked at her with surprise.
Su Wan frowned and said in a deep voice: "If I guessed correctly, this is most likely some kind of magic circle to imprison the soul!"
"Imprisoning the soul?" Jiang Tian frowned.
In terms of knowledge and experience, there is still a gap between him and Su Wan now.
After all, this woman has practiced in the Qingtian Sect for a period of time and must have read many rare martial arts classics.
"That's right! Imprison the God, or seal it!" Su Wan nodded heavily and raised her hand to point directly at the ball of white light about ten feet in size at the center of the altar.
"In that white light, there is probably a strong man's soul sealed inside!"
"Does this explain the existence of the two restrictions on the giant sword and the thunder plasma?" Yun Xianghan's eyes moved and he said attentively.
"If this is really the case, it means that the powerful soul sealed in this altar has awakened, and the dozen or so warriors who died just now have become the nutrients for his resurrection?"
Jiang Tian frowned and said in a deep voice.
"It's a bit strange!" Yue Ning frowned and said: "If it's as you guessed, then why did this strong man take so much pains to set up two barriers of giant swords and thunder plasma? You know, if it weren't for the many super geniuses gathered here, most people wouldn't have it at all.
The ability to break them makes it even more impossible for them to come here. Didn't the strong man in this altar set up a dead end for himself?"
Yue Nian's meaning is very simple. Since any "powerful soul" that may exist in this altar requires a human sacrifice to be awakened, why would he set up two such complicated barriers?
Wouldn't it be better to just expose the altar?
That way, maybe more warriors will come through and become the nutrients for his recovery.
"I'm afraid things are not that simple!" Jiang Tian shook his head and said: "We still don't know whether this powerful man's soul was sealed here voluntarily or even by himself, or was he forced or imprisoned by a powerful enemy?"
"Huh?" Yue Ming's eyes twitched.
"That makes sense!" Song Xianglan nodded heavily.
Jiang Tian focused on the God Altar and continued: "Putting all this aside, how do you know that the real meaning of the existence of the two barriers of giant sword and thunder plasma is not to select geniuses with strong strength and extraordinary qualifications and eliminate those with low cultivation levels.
Where is the existence?”
Hiss!
After hearing what Jiang Tian said, everyone's expressions changed, and they all felt shuddering.
Yes, if it is as Su Wan guessed, and the strong man's soul is revived, the higher the quality of the nutrients required, the better.
In this case, of course, he has to set a certain threshold, eliminate those inferior goods, and finally go through layers of screening, leaving those candidates with monstrous qualifications and outstanding talents for him to devour.
"Of course, we can't deduce this issue, and it doesn't make much sense to pursue it. The biggest suspense now is whether Amelia Su's guess is accurate!"
Jiang Tian's body swayed and he climbed onto the altar.
Whoosh whoosh!
Su Wan, Yun Xianghan, Yue Ning and Song Xianglan also followed suit, and the three girls from Wuji Palace also climbed onto the altar almost at the same time.
The reason why they did not rush to take action was because the situation was not yet clear before.
Even if the opportunity on the altar really falls into the hands of the warriors in front, it would be effortless for them to snatch it with their strength.
The "Taixu Martial Realm" is so mysterious, and the restrictions here are so complicated. If that so-called "chance" really exists, it is impossible for it to disappear in an instant.
The more powerful the opportunity, the harder it is to grasp it in an instant.
In this case, of course, who is stronger and who has greater chances.
At this moment, the Qingtian Sect is the largest group of warriors on the altar, with Jiang Tian, Su Wan, Yun Xiangchi, Yue Ning and Song Xianglan, totaling five!
After experiencing all kinds of great changes in the "Taixu Martial Realm", it is really unexpected and extremely unpredictable that this relatively weakest group can save so many people.
The other two parties, Wuji Palace and True Fire Palace, both have three people, but in terms of hard power, neither of these two parties is weaker than the Qingtian Sect camp, and is even stronger.
At this time, the three people from the True Fire Palace were in the middle, the three women from the Wuji Palace were on the right, and the five people from the Qingtian Sect headed by Jiang Tian were on the left.
"The Divine Soul Formation! This must be a Divine Soul Formation!" Hong Feiyu's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed!
"What?"
"Soul Formation?"
Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao were shocked when they heard this, their faces suddenly changed, and their eyes were filled with fear.
The foundation of the True Fire Palace is not inferior to that of the Wuji Palace. How could they not know something that Su Wan could guess.
"But why didn't this white light disappear completely?" Xiang Hao frowned, looking confused.
"The reason is very simple! The existence in the white light has not absorbed enough nutrients. The blood essence and spiritual power of these people are not enough to support its awakening!"
Lu Zhen smiled coldly and subconsciously looked at the Qingtian Sect warrior on the left from the corner of his eye.