"Wow!" High in the sky, the Cold Evil Altar released a terrifying force of restraint, overwhelming everyone.
At this moment, everyone felt that their chests were stagnant, as if they were suffocating.
Everyone's expressions suddenly froze, and they obviously did not expect that the forbidden power released by the altar was so terrifying.
"Everyone, get into the altar quickly!" At this time, Hua Yuru shouted loudly.
Nie Tian reacted, and the Star Soul Wings appeared behind him, sweeping Hua Yuru up and rushing towards the altar.
"Poof!" Immediately, his figure hit the restriction, his body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
However, he still broke through the restriction, stepped out, and landed on a huge icicle on the altar.
The people below reacted and rushed over one after another.
The restraining force is very strong, but it is not fatal.ql11
Most people broke through the restriction and entered the altar.
However, everyone was injured, even Guigu Curse and others were injured by the power of the restriction.
Obviously, the power of restriction is a force with the ability to sense. The stronger the warrior is, the stronger the impact of the restriction will be.
"Huh huh!" Yi Mo sneered when he saw everyone entering the altar, and said solemnly: "You entering the Cold Evil Altar is tantamount to death!"
"Just a first-level near saint, what a big breath!" At this moment, a voice laughed wildly, and then a figure rose into the sky and charged directly towards Yi Mo.
"Chief Mu!" Everyone's eyes suddenly condensed, and they saw clearly that the figure was none other than Mu Xinghe, the head of the Mu family.
Mu Xinghe is a ninth-level pseudo-sage, but his momentum at the moment is not strong, and he seems to be greatly suppressed.
"Seeking death!" Yi Mo's eyes flickered, extremely cold, and he said two words in a cold voice.
"Whoa!" Immediately, a cold evil blade condensed with cold air appeared, extremely sharp, whizzing past, heading straight towards Mu Xinghe.
"Huh?" Mu Xinghe suddenly noticed something was wrong in mid-air, his eyes trembled, and he let out a horrified sound.
At this moment, he realized that his strength was suppressed and could not be used at all.
"Poof!" The next moment, before he could react at all, the cold blade pierced his chest directly, and his body trembled and he fell.
"Lord Patriarch!" When a Mu family warrior saw this, he screamed and flew over to catch Mu Xinghe.
Mu Xinghe stabilized his body, half of his body was instantly stained red with blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
In the moment of life and death, he turned sideways, otherwise, he would have been directly killed by the cold evil blade.
When other people saw this scene, their faces were very embarrassed.
Mu Xinghe's strength is definitely at the peak level among everyone, but he is completely vulnerable, which makes everyone not shocked.
"Hmph! When you enter the Hansha Altar, you will be suppressed by the altar's restrictions. Even if you are a saint, you will not be able to exert the strength of a semi-saint!" At this time, Yi Mo's voice sounded and he said coldly.
Everyone's expressions changed, and then they sensed the martial arts, and their expressions became even more horrified.
The restraining power in the altar was so strong that it suppressed everyone's strength below that of a half-saint.
And Yi Mo is a first-level near saint, and his strength has obviously not been suppressed and seems to have improved a lot.
He is a member of the Cold Evil Wing Clan, so of course he will not be suppressed by the Cold Evil Altar.
"This is bad!" Everyone's expressions were trembling, and many people began to scream.
Even if all of them were tied together at this time, they would not be Yi Mo's opponent.
When they entered the Hansha Altar, they seemed to have fallen into a trap.
"Nie Tian, I told you that you shouldn't come." At this time, Yi Mo looked at Nie Tian with a sharp cold look in his eyes and said, "What now? Even if you break the Xuan Bing.
The giant soul still can't stop me!"
"Even if I don't kill you, you will be slowly tortured to death by the restraining power of the altar."
As he spoke, he shook his head, with some regret on his face, and said to Nie Tian: "You once saved my life, and I don't want to kill you. But you shouldn't stop me, and you shouldn't stand in my way.
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"I hope you are still alive when I open the cold evil blood volume."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Nie Tian.
He really didn't want to kill Nie Tian, but if Nie Tian wanted to stop him from opening the Cold Evil Blood Scroll, he would still kill him.
Letting the Cold Evil Wing Clan rise is his mission, and opening the Cold Evil Blood Scroll is the first step in completing his mission.
He will kill anyone who blocks his way!
"Yi Mo, in order to open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll, do you want to kill so many innocent people in the Holy Soul Realm?" Nie Tian looked at Yi Mo and spoke seriously.
"I don't want to kill anyone, but for the sake of the Cold Evil Wing Clan, I have to do it!" Yi Mo roared, with unconcealable pain on his face.
He is not a murderer, but in order to revive the Hansha Wing Clan, he will do whatever it takes!
"Asshole!" Nie Tian's eyes darkened and he roared.
In order to revive the Hansha Yi Clan, Yi Mo has become frantic.
However, Yi Mo no longer paid attention to Nie Tian, but moved towards the holy world seeds on the Tao platform.
Next, he will use the Holy World Seed to open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll.
At this time, everyone clearly felt that the restraining power in the altar space was getting stronger and stronger.
If the power of restraint continues to become stronger, everyone will be oppressed to death.
Everyone looked up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.
At this time, no one dared to take action against Yi Mo again.
It seemed that they could only watch helplessly as Yi Mo opened the Cold Evil Blood Scroll.
High in the sky, Yi Mo looked at the Holy Seeds with wild eyes, as if he had already seen the bright future of the Han Evil Wing Clan.
Then, he opened his palms, and a bloody vortex appeared in his palms, with streaks of red light constantly pouring out of the vortex.
Soon, the red halo in the sky condensed together to form a huge blood book.
That blood book is the most sacred object of the Hansha Wing Clan: the Hansha Blood Scroll!
And at the moment when the Cold Evil Blood Scroll appeared, a bloody glow appeared, instantly filling the altar.
At this moment, everyone felt their chests sink, and the heavy pressure made them suffocate.
"Ancestors of the Cold Evil Wing Clan, please protect me and open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll!" Yi Mo held the Cold Evil Blood Scroll with a solemn expression, and slowly sent the Cold Evil Blood Scroll into the seeds of the Holy World.
At this moment, Nie Tian's evil eyes suddenly trembled, and he saw a pair of cold evil eyes appearing on the cold evil blood scroll.
"It's those evil eyes!" The sudden scene made Nie Tian's face change suddenly, and he screamed out in shock.
In the past, he had seen a pair of evil eyes, and it was these evil eyes that made him cry blood, and the extremely demon-destroying mark appeared on his face.
But at this moment, those evil eyes actually appeared on the cold evil blood scroll!