In front of you is a round-bottomed skeleton altar that is ten feet high. Compared with the mountains and mountains of bones surrounding it, the skeleton altar looks extremely small.
But the bones that make up the altar are all golden in color, as if cast from pure gold, and the pressure released by any one of the golden bones is more powerful than a mountainous pile of bones.
These golden bones seem to still have a trace of will left. When they feel the approach and scrutiny of strangers, the golden bones burst out with pressure, trying to crush those who approach into powder.
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As the pressure came on, the dragon blood clone couldn't help but groan, and the bones all over its body crackled like fried beans.
Even this deity cannot withstand the pressure of any golden bone escaping, let alone the pressure of all the golden bones being exerted on the dragon blood clone at this moment.
Crackling!
The dragon's blood clone was making noises all over and was about to burst under pressure.
However, the powerful and terrifying coercion could not scare Zhang Yao, but instead aroused the bloody anger in his heart.
"A pile of rotten bones, you still want to destroy me?" Zhang Yao snorted coldly, the dragon blood clone raised its head and roared, its bloodline exploded, and the dragon's power disappeared.
The dragon clan is an ancient creature.
Ancient! Mysterious!
Domineering! Powerful!
There is no one above it, and there are all living beings below it.
Although the dragon clan has long since disappeared in the long river of time, it still has a powerful force for eternity.
The word "dragon" is even more taboo, and few people dare to mention it.
The dragon's power and the golden bone's coercion contended, the void trembled, Zhang Yao straightened his spine, not retreating but advancing.
Buzz!
At this moment, the void at the top of the Golden Bone Altar shook slightly, and the powerful and terrifying pressure emanating from the Golden Bones was instantly suppressed.
Zhang Yao's body lightened up, and then he looked up at the top of the golden bone altar, where a drop of purple blood was floating.
"The source of the summons is actually this drop of purple blood." When the dragon blood clone looked at Zi Xue, he felt that the summons came from Zi Xue.
The purple blood is as big as a grain of rice, but the radiant light that escapes reflects the entire sky above the sea of bones like a curtain of purple light.
It was purple blood just now, and with a slight movement, it suppressed all the pressure from the golden bones.
You must know that these golden bones are extremely powerful and terrifying. They are similar to human bones, but different. It is unknown which mysterious race they belong to in ancient times.
From ancient times to the present, after a long time, the years are like swords slicing the geniuses. These golden bones have gone through eternity, but they still emit pressure that surpasses the current ninth-level powerhouses. This shows how powerful these golden-bone creatures were during their lifetime!
However, these golden-bone creatures were beheaded, and their skeletons were cast into altars after death. The golden-bone altar was suppressed by a drop of blood for eternity.
How powerful and terrifying is this drop of purple blood!
"Um!"
Zhang Yao suddenly felt something in his heart, and the dragon blood clone suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, only to see two people appearing behind him.
One of them was a middle-aged man with short hair, his upper body was naked, and his lower body was wearing animal skin pants. His skin was bronze and his eyes were terrifyingly deep.
Another person stood in a mist. From time to time, light came out of the mist, and the outline of a figure could be vaguely seen.
When did they appear?
Who are they?
Zhang Yao was filled with doubts. At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly burst out with murderous intent and slapped Zhang Yao with his palm.
powerful!
Invincible!
Under this palm, the sky will fall!
Zhang Yao and the middle-aged man were not on the same level at all, so they had no time to resist and were killed instantly.
The dragon-blooded clone was exploded with a palm, and flesh, blood, and organs splattered all over the floor.
The physical body has obviously been destroyed, but the consciousness is still awake. The muscles and bones are broken, the flesh and blood are bursting, the internal organs are broken, endless pain is coming, and Zhang Yao is tortured by constant stimulation.
I am dead?
Why?
Zhang Yao didn't understand why the middle-aged man wanted to kill him, but at this moment Zhang Yao couldn't let him think too much, and the pain of death was even more intense.
There is great terror between life and death, born in the mind and manifesting in the body.
From the moment a person is born, life and death will follow him throughout his life.
The fear of death envelopes every living being. Even the strongest and most powerful men cannot withstand the erosion of time. But until the moment of death, no one knows how terrifying death is.
Under the golden bone altar, Zhang Yao stood there with his eyes closed, his body stiff and trembling slightly. In fact, he was not slapped to death as he saw.
"He has fallen into the Ten Thousand Tribulation Formation. Even if I enter the Ten Thousand Tribulation Formation, I may not be able to withstand all the Ten Thousand Tribulation Formations you have personally set up. Can he withstand it? Just be patient and don't let him really die.
Inside." The middle-aged man said.
"As long as he can successfully survive a hundred calamities, he will be considered successful." A response came from the mist. The voice was strange. It changed into several voices in one sentence. Sometimes it was old, as if coming from a coffin, and sometimes it was full of energy.
Sometimes it is extremely childish, as if the speaker is sometimes a dying old man, sometimes a healthy middle-aged man, and sometimes a three-year-old child, which is unpredictable.
As soon as he finished speaking, a star fell from the purple sky.
The Ten Thousand Calamities Formation here is guided by stars, which correspond to the stars in the purple sky. When a star falls, it means that a calamity in the formation has been broken.
"I don't have much time. How long will it take for him to survive a hundred tribulations?" Looking at the motionless Zhang Yao, the middle-aged man showed anxiety in his eyes.
"Back then, Qingyun entered the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Tribulations and survived hundreds of tribulations. It also took half an hour. It's useless for you to be anxious." The answer came from the mist, and the voice was still strange and changing, "Lean closer to me, I will
Give me some time."
The middle-aged man approached the fog, his body was stained with some fog and became more solid, but his eyes were ignited with the fire of gossip, and he asked:
"Did Hongchen finally agree?"
"I don't know about that," the man in the mist replied.
The middle-aged man curled his lips. The guy in the fog likes to pry into other people's private affairs all day long. There is no secret in the world that he doesn't know. This guy must know what happened between Qingyun and Hongchen, but he deliberately didn't tell it.
At this time, another star fell down, and Zhang Yao survived another disaster.
"At this rate, it may not take half an hour for him to survive a hundred calamities." The middle-aged man praised.
"The Array of Ten Thousand Tribulations becomes more and more difficult to pass as you go to the back. It's faster in the front and slower in the back." The man in the mist explained.
Before he finished speaking, there suddenly started to be a rain of light all around. It was so beautiful that it turned out that countless stars were falling from the purple sky at the same time.
"This..." The man in the mist was a little surprised.
"Haha! I like this kid!" The man in the mist has never been disappointed. This is the first time that the middle-aged man has seen the man in the mist show such an attitude, and he can't help laughing.
At the same time, Zhang Yao, who was motionless in front of the two men, suddenly opened his eyes, murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, and without any pause, he clenched his fist and struck at the middle-aged man.
boom!
The middle-aged man was unprepared and was punched in the chin by Zhang Yao, causing his laughter to stop abruptly.
Laughter came from the mist, sometimes from an old man, sometimes from a middle-aged man, sometimes from a child. The majestic War Emperor was actually punched hard by his own chosen successor.
Although the dragon-blooded clone punched with all his strength, it actually did not cause any harm to the middle-aged man.
"I don't have much time, come with me, don't ask anything, you will understand later." The middle-aged man rubbed his chin, with some resentment in his eyes, and stepped onto the golden bone altar.
The fog gradually disappeared, as if it had never appeared.