Listening to the ferryman's sigh, Lin Huang fell silent.
The dragon slayer...becomes an evil dragon in the end!
This will definitely be an extremely heavy past event.
He raised his head and looked at the approaching dragon in the distance, his mind no longer calm...
Tuoba Tathagata!
In fact, Lin Huang has always felt unfamiliar with this name.
Even though he knew that he and Tuoba Tathagata must be inextricably linked.
Starting from when he got the first Buddha relic.
The origin of Tian Shura... is Tuoba Tathagata.
During the decisive battle in the Zhongzhou Dojo, Tian Shura's martial soul was born with consciousness for the first time. And Di Tian's martial soul... that martial soul that was like the Great Emperor also recognized Tian Shura.
Tuoba Tathagata!
Throughout his journey...he relied mostly on the Heavenly Asura Martial Spirit.
And what is the relationship between the Heavenly Asura Martial Spirit and Tuoba Tathagata?
Lin Huang doesn't know yet.
But he knew that when he set foot on the ancient altar, he would have the answer.
After the Sword of Dawn cut off the huge black claw, the black ship was no longer hindered. It started to rush towards the altar like an arrow from the string.
Lin Huang turned to look at the cabin and talked to the ferryman beside him.
"In the cabin, there should be those devils in the night!"
The ferryman nodded, "After many vicissitudes of life, the black ship has long been damaged. Those demons penetrated the bottom of the black ship, entered the cabin, and were sealed inside!"
"They are all dead?"
Lin Huang opened his mouth.
The ferryman turned back and glanced at the cabin, "Unless you have the realm of the Great Master...that is, the realm of the Great Emperor. Otherwise..."
The ferryman shook his head and did not continue.
Lin Huang was silent. He looked at the remaining warriors on the boat. Shen Qing was still there, but Mandala was gone.
But Lin Huang didn't feel much sadness in his heart... It wasn't that he ignored life, but that this was fate, and everyone needed to be responsible for their own choices.
"Mountains... rivers..."
The black ship got closer to the altar, and the ancient divine voice floating in the void became increasingly clear.
Lin Huang felt the sadness in that divine voice more and more.
That is not a person's sadness.
It is the despair of an era.
Mountains and rivers are in ruins.
Displaced from the world!
When darkness falls, all people are but a speck of dust.
In such a tragic era, all living things may be ruthlessly destroyed until no one can see any hope of survival.
Gradually... the outline of the altar became particularly clear in everyone's eyes.
That altar is like the ancient magic mountain!
It towers into the clouds...no, it covers the sky.
It is majestic and majestic, with the dark devil's blood flowing all over it... There are countless ancient sacrificial runes on it, which are completely incomprehensible to modern people.
The black ship approached the altar steadily.
However, Lin Huang felt terrible pressure falling from the sky! The pressure was so strong that he almost knelt down on one knee... while the group of confused warriors beside him lay on the boat in an orderly manner.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the ancient altar magic mountain, feeling like he was looking up at gods and demons.
He was also looked down upon by gods and demons.
powerful!
Extremely powerful!
This was Lin Huang's only feeling at the moment. Seeing this ancient altar reminded him of Qin Zheng involuntarily.
Reminds me of Emperor Jintian!
"Has anyone stepped onto the altar before?"
Lin Huang turned around and asked the ferryman.
"I won't tell you!"
The ferryman said something that Lin Huang could understand, but it left Lin Huang speechless. At first glance, the ferryman was not a serious person.
"After I stepped onto the altar, was it Tuoba Tathagata I met, or was it an evil dragon that fell into the abyss?"
Lin Huang wanted to know the final answer.
"Gods and demons...it's just a thought!"
The ferryman did not answer Lin Huang's question.
Lin Huang spread his hands, not wanting to talk to the ferryman anymore. With a wave of his sleeves, he got off the black ship and stepped onto the ancient altar.
Buzz!
The moment he stepped onto the altar, there was a buzz in Lin Huang's mind, as if he was being struck by a huge hammer.
He was dizzy, and felt that the magic mountain of the altar in front of him had become much more majestic.
When Lin Huang turned around, all the warriors on the black ship had already entered the Altar Mountain. After entering the altar, their minds began to become clearer and they were no longer in a trance.
The ferryman bowed respectfully to the altar, "Lord Demon Lord, the sacrifice has arrived!"
With that said, the ferryman rocked the black boat and left.
Lin Huang frowned and his face turned a little green, "Have you been deceived by this stupid ferryman?"
The dark ferry had gone far away, and Lin Huang was no longer entangled. He raised his head and looked at the top of the altar, his eyes focused... No matter what, there is a story about Tuoba Tathagata here.
He wants to find out!
Lin Huang started walking towards the altar...
The altar is too high and too far away, and there is too much pressure pouring down from it.
Even at Lin Huang's current state, under the strong pressure, he could not move forward in the air and could only climb the mountain step by step.
But the way up...
Start with a million steps!
On the majestic Magic Mountain, a group of warriors began to climb.
Lin Huang is extremely fast... ten thousand steps... twenty thousand steps...
In less than half an hour, he walked through the 100,000 steps, and he did so easily.
Two hundred thousand steps.
Three hundred thousand steps.
Four hundred thousand steps!
Half a day later, Lin Huang appeared five hundred thousand steps away. The people who came to the altar with him were already far behind.
Um?
On the dark stairs, Lin Huang frowned slightly. In front of him, he saw two tiny figures.
"So you are hiding here!"
Lin Huang murmured to himself, with a smile on his face.
Although stepping onto the altar seems simple, every step requires tremendous pressure... If you don't reach the realm of the Holy Emperor, you can't even imagine walking half a million steps.
And those who can walk in front of him...
He should be the quasi-emperor of the four ancient tribes.
Afterwards, Lin Huang gave chase and wanted to use the pressure of the altar to directly kill the two quasi-emperors of the ancient tribe.
boom!
However, when Lin Huang walked five hundred thousand steps and stepped forward, the steps in front of him were covered by endless black thunder.
Every time a thunderbolt fell on Lin Huang, it was... numb!
After Lin Huang walked a thousand steps, Su Ma completely evolved... Even though he had an immortal body, his skin was torn and his flesh was dripping with blood at this moment.
perhaps……
After five hundred thousand steps, it was already the Holy Emperor's restricted area, but he was forcing his way up.
Ordinary suffering could no longer stop Lin Huang. He dragged his bleeding body forward on the dark stairs...from one thousand steps to ten thousand steps.
Then from ten thousand steps to thirty thousand steps.
"Damn it!"
Lin Huang couldn't hold it any longer. He sat on the steps and wanted to take a rest.
When he turned his head, he found that he was closer to the two figures, but they had already survived the thunder disaster, and they still looked like two living people.
Lin Huang then stood up and continued climbing.
…
Two days later.
Lin Huang climbed up the 600,000 steps like a dog.
He was covered in bones and had no flesh and blood.
Fortunately, Thunder only has one hundred thousand steps.
Fortunately he is still alive!
However, when he looked up at the two figures that became increasingly clear, there was no trace of happiness on his face... No, he had no face.
I wonder what kind of terrible catastrophe will follow the thunder tribulation?