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Chapter 278 Evil God?

Northland, the territory of Canghui.

A large area where Canghui College is located belongs to Canghui College, or in other words, it belongs to the deceased dean of Canghui College, Shi Nian.

At that time, he was the dean of Canghui College. In order to maintain the college, he took the title of earl in the Tiandou Empire to receive his salary. It was not an exaggeration for a soul saint to hold the title of earl, not to mention that his wife Youhuan was also one.

The name is Hun Sheng. Because the Northland was relatively desolate, the territory used as the earldom at that time was relatively vast.

On a mountain peak not far from Canghui Castle, two slender figures were standing on the mountain looking at Canghui Castle below.

Among the green mountains and green waters, the ancient castle has been standing for who knows how many years. It stands quietly and has long been integrated with the surrounding environment. Looking from a distance, the majestic snow-capped mountains and sky behind it are like a canvas, covering it

Inlaid in the center.

"Is this Canghui Castle?"

Hermione's golden curly hair hung down behind her shoulders, and she opened her big, bright brown eyes, looking at Canghui Castle full of amazement.

"Yes." Zhao Xuan nodded. Regardless of the age, Youhuan and Canghui Academy, this Canghui Castle is a good place. It is peaceful and quiet. Even looking at it will make you feel calm in your heart.

However, the strange incident that happened a month ago cast a veil of mystery over it, making it a place that was talked about by the surrounding residents and no one dared to approach it easily.

According to the information they learned from surrounding residents, less than half of the people in Canghui College have been left since before the start of the school year. The reason is that the dean Shi Nian and the deputy dean Youhuan disappeared mysteriously, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Some instructors

The students and I were so frightened that they never came back after leaving school, but they escaped.

"Let's go down and have a look." After the two of them admired the beauty of Canghui Castle for a while, Zhao Xuan turned to Hermione and said.

Hermione frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "Zhao Xuan, what if the weirdness still exists in Canghui Academy?"

Zhao Xuan snorted coldly when he heard this, glanced at Canghui Castle and said quietly: "Of course it makes him look good. Don't forget, my divine thunder is specially designed to restrain evil spirits. This kind of weirdness is special to me.

It couldn’t be simpler.”

As he raised his hand, a bright divine thunder jumped out of Zhao Xuan's hand. Like a cheerful little dragon, it turned a graceful arc in the air and then slowly dissipated.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, and then nodded to Zhao Xuan: "Then let's go."



Canghui Castle was abandoned. The teachers and students of Canghui Academy who died suddenly and inexplicably were cleaned up by the Tiandou Empire. At this moment, Canghui Castle was deserted and extremely quiet.

The cold wind is howling, the fallen leaves are fluttering, and this extremely quiet atmosphere makes people feel chills in their hearts.

Zhao Xuan did not dare to be careless, and his spiritual consciousness has been covering every corner around Canghui Academy.

Since the gate of Canghui Castle was closed, Zhao Xuan had no choice but to take Hermione over the tall wall to enter. Canghui Castle, which had been deserted for a month, was covered with fallen leaves, making it even more lonely.

Zhao Xuan took Hermione to inspect Canghui Castle inside and out, and finally came to the highest room in the castle.

The surrounding environment was very messy, with overturned seats, papers and books on the floor, an overturned ink bottle and a dried ink stain on the floor.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, looked around the room and said to Hermione: "It seems that they searched very thoroughly."

Hermione covered her mouth and smiled softly, naturally knowing what Zhao Xuan meant.

Zhao Xuan walked around the house, and then walked to the balcony outside the house. From here, he could see the entire Canghui Castle.

Glancing outside, Zhao Xuan was suddenly stunned, then frowned and looked somewhere below.

"Did you find anything?" Hermione looked at Zhao Xuan strangely.

She followed Zhao Xuan and looked down, then looked at Zhao Xuan in confusion.

"It looks like I've seen that thing before somewhere."

Zhao Xuan stared down at the square of the old castle. He hadn't noticed it when he was standing there. Now he was a little surprised when he stood on the tower and took in its full view. Looking at the lines outlined with different colors of bricks and stones on the square,

Zhao Xuan always has a familiar feeling.

"Where have you seen it?" Zhao Xuan closed his eyes slightly, and then continued to look through the memories in his mind.

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's expression paused and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "This... this is the altar!"

"What's going on? It seems the water here is deeper than I thought."

Zhao Xuan tried his best to calm down his somewhat panicked heart, and then frowned as he looked at the square in Canghui Castle, his expression becoming much more solemn.

"Zhao Xuan, what on earth is this altar?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as she listened to Zhao Xuan's muttering.

Zhao Xuan looked at Hermione, hesitated for a moment and then said quietly: "Do you still remember the time you were kidnapped?"

"Um?"

Hermione was startled for a moment, then her face turned a little pale, with a look of fear in her eyes, and then she nodded lightly.

"The final enemy I met that time was similar to this one..." Zhao Xuan sighed leisurely and looked at the square with a much deeper look.

The identity of the mastermind he defeated that time would probably shock countless people. If he were in his prime, Zhao Xuan would probably not be able to defeat ten of them, but it is a pity that he is just a remnant of reincarnation.

Soul, strength could not help Zhao Xuan, and was defeated by Zhao Xuan.

And Zhao Xuan also obtained some of his memories during that battle, including the altar, through which the Blood God transformed the virgin's blood into the power of his own will.

Now, Zhao Xuan could see that the patterns on the square of Canghui Castle were similar to the Blood God Altar, which made him speculate that this was most likely an altar to a god!

"The altar of God..." Zhao Xuan's eyes flashed with light, and his expression became gloomy.

Thinking again of the teachers and students who died suddenly at Canghui College, he suddenly had a guess. Could this be done by a god to achieve some kind of sacrificial purpose?

Living gods would not do this, because they disdain this little power. If the previous speculation is true, then this must be a god, but a fallen god who has lost his power. Combined with this method of behavior,

Then his identity will be revealed...

"This is an evil god!"

Zhao Xuan's eyes widened and he stared at the altar in the square. Then he jumped off the tallest tower without any explanation and landed on the square after several leaps.

With the power of his spiritual consciousness concentrated, Zhao Xuan began to explore the bone sea below Canghui Academy. His spiritual consciousness slowly covered the entire sea of ​​bones. Zhao Xuan closed his eyes and felt it carefully. At the same time, the Pure World White Lotus swayed, preparing to prevent accidents from happening.

His spiritual consciousness continued to scan every inch of the place. Zhao Xuan's spiritual consciousness suddenly stopped spreading, and then all the power surged in one direction.

"found it!"

Zhao Xuan's mental fluctuations were filled with joy, and he discovered a small altar beneath the sea of ​​bones.

His eyes flashed, and after a slight hesitation, the power of his spiritual consciousness condensed, and then he blasted towards the altar. The invisible power of his spiritual consciousness was like substance, and a series of somewhat illusory purple sky thunders shuttled through the earth, and then bombarded heavily.

Go to the altar.

"Crack!"

Faintly, there seemed to be a crisp cracking sound, and then, a strange black mist emerged from the broken altar, and the light of a pair of scarlet eyes was particularly eye-catching...


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