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Chapter 255 Underworld God Altar!

Phew!

The ground trembled, and as they went inward, the two people began to encounter more and more ghost warriors. They were almost three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, hoofs clattering, and war horses galloping past the two of them, but

But he felt nothing.

However, Chen Shaojun also discovered that the closer to the inner circle, the tighter the guards became.

Looking up at the sky, Chen Shaojun saw a master of the ghost clan appearing in the sky, wearing a sharp sword, riding a dragon bat, a ghost yaksha and other flying ferocious beasts, suspended in mid-air.

These people were full of ghostly aura, with black smoke billowing from their bodies. When their eyes opened and closed, they shone brightly, exuding a majestic aura.

On the ground, at every distance, there will be an extremely large, hill-like ghost clan guarding them. These ghost clans have rough faces and are extremely ferocious. In their hands, they hold heavy weapons weighing at least several thousand kilograms, or even ten thousand kilograms.

He looked around cautiously.

When they take a look at each other, everyone will involuntarily feel an extremely huge pressure.

"The eighth level, no, it's the ninth level. Each of these ghost masters is equivalent to a master of the ninth level giant spirit realm!"

Chen Shaojun felt secretly awe-inspiring in his heart.

Judging from the number, there are at least hundreds of giant ghosts of this level appearing here.

Even if Chen Shaojun could escape, this would still be a huge pressure.

However, Chen Shaojun also discovered that these ghost warriors seemed different from the ghost warriors in other places. Their bodies were filled with huge flame energy, and that energy was solid and even flowed out from the gaps in their armors.

"Hey, boy, do we really want to go in? It feels very dangerous here!"

Xiaowo also noticed the changes around her and said cautiously.

This is only the outer area. Further inside, there are still many powerful ghost masters. Once discovered, it may not be so easy to withdraw.

Although Escape is not easy to detect, it does not mean that there are no ways to deal with it.

"Let's make peace with what we have come, and do we have any other choices now?"

Chen Shaojun said.

"That's true."

Xiaowo was silent for a moment, then continued inside with Chen Shaojun.

Further forward, the terrain also began to change significantly, just like a piece of paper suddenly being oppressed by an invisible external force, and began to collapse layer by layer. In just a moment, the drop reached thousands of meters, and the ground cracked.

More and more flames are spitting out.

The entire terrain really started to look like a cave.

"No wonder this place is called Qinghuo Cave, it's really a cave."

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

The fog was shrouded and it was difficult to see clearly, but Chen Shaojun made a rough estimate in his mind and found that the radius of the entire Qinghuo Cave was at least hundreds of kilometers, which was a very large area.

And Chen Shaojun's judgment was correct. Beyond the depths, more and more powerful ghost tribesmen appeared everywhere, and the number of ghost tribe guards guarding them also continued to increase. Huge consciousnesses condensed into substance, constantly sweeping through the void.

Even underground, I scanned the location of Chen Shaojun and others several times, but luckily they were successfully concealed.

However, this made Chen Shaojun feel more and more dangerous.

However, Chen Shaojun soon had no time to think about this, because the scenery in front of him changed again.

Chen Shaojun originally thought that the fog would get deeper as we went deeper, at least from what we had seen before. But when we reached the deepest point, when the fog was too thick, it was possible that we could not see even our fingers. However, the reality was completely different from what Chen Shaojun thought.

When Chen Shaojun went further inward and advanced for several miles, more and more sparks were erupted from the ground and flowed into the sky, but the green mist became much lighter.

And something surprising appeared in the mist——

Just in front of the two of them, thousands of meters away, relying on the undulating terrain, a huge palace-like building suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

Those palaces have upturned eaves and antique colors, very similar to the buildings in the human world, but they feel more ferocious and gloomy. Moreover, they are not wooden buildings, but are made of unknown metal materials. The whole body presents a kind of

Jet black color.

One, two, three..., looking around, these gloomy buildings are scattered from high to low, and arranged in an arc. There are no less than seventy or eighty of them, and in front of each main hall

They are all guarded by tall, burly, and heavy-armored ghost warriors, each of them looking alertly and scanning all directions.

However, what attracts the most attention is a huge palace suspended in the sky.

Compared with the buildings on the ground, this hall is much grander and more magnificent, and at least four or five times larger. It looks like a place where giants live.

And around that suspended palace, there are at least eight flying alien beasts of the ghost race whose strength is equivalent to the ninth level giant spirit realm being guarded.

These strange beasts have horns on their heads and wings on their ribs. Their eyes are fierce and cruel, and they scan all directions from time to time and roar in waves, as if they are always thinking of choosing someone to devour.

And around the palace, from the sky to the ground, Chen Shaojun also saw a large number of ghost masters guarding the surroundings. The level of security was far higher than anywhere else.

"What the hell is this place?"

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

Before, he only knew that this place was called Qinghuo Cave, but after entering here, Chen Shaojun became more and more curious. The floating palace in the sky was obviously the center of the ghost clan here, plus other buildings on the ground, and

With the large number of soldiers and horses and the giant tree reaching the sky in the distance, the entire Qinghuo Cave was organized and distinct, completely different from what Chen Shaojun had seen before.

"Boy, look over there, what is that?"

At this moment, Xiaowo's surprised voice suddenly reached his ears, but the target was not the mysterious palace in the sky, but in another direction.

"oh?"

Chen Shaojun subconsciously followed the sound. He didn't pay much attention at first, but the next moment, when he saw the target mentioned by Xiaowo, Chen Shaojun trembled all over and his eyes suddenly became completely different.

"This is...an altar?"

Just below the suspended palace in the air, not too far away, Chen Shaojun saw an unprecedented huge altar. This altar was more than thirty meters high, decorated with huge bones and made of unknown materials.

It was stained with blood and exuded a strong smell of blood.

Not only that, faint blue flames were floating around the altar, and at the top of the altar, a statue of a god more than ten meters high, wearing a black robe, stood. Black smoke billowed out from the surface of the statue. The distance was too far, and Chen Shaojun could not see the face of the statue clearly.

, but you can clearly see an inverted triangle golden pattern on the chest of the statue, as well as the strong... death breath emanating from the statue's body!

Yes, it is the breath of death!

That is a power deeper than death!

Although there was a mist between them, when Chen Shaojun looked at the statue, there was a force in the air that seemed to suck even his soul into it.

With Chen Shaojun's current level of cultivation and the power of literature to protect his body, he still couldn't help but tremble all over his body, and instinctively felt a feeling of palpitations.

"His! What a terrifying power!"

Chen Shaojun took a long breath and understood immediately.

"That's the power of Hades!"

One Confucian scholar conquers all evils, and no evil force can restrain the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism, but the power of Hades is not among them.

Because Hades does not represent evil, but death!

That is the power that transcends all life.

Birth, old age, illness and death are the natural ways and do not fall into the ordinary evil ways.

Chen Shaojun didn't know much about the ghost tribe's beliefs, but if the ghost tribe's beliefs and legends were true and could surpass the power of literature and Taoism, then only the "God of Hades" could do so.

Not only that, in the altar under the statue of Hades, Chen Shaojun also felt the fluctuations of the huge gathering of rules of heaven and earth.

An altar where the God of Hades can sit -

"Altar of Light!"

A thought flashed through Chen Shaojun's mind, and the way he looked at the altar was suddenly completely different from before.

The crown of light does not occur naturally, and the ways to obtain the crown of light vary. However, if a warrior wants to obtain the crown of light, it is recognized that the most orthodox, mainstream, and powerful way is through the crown of light altar.

And contrary to imagination, the Crown of Light Altar cannot be built casually, and many complex conditions need to be met.

The crown of light is originally formed by the rules of heaven and earth and possesses various magical powers, and the altar that can give birth to the crown of light is naturally formed by the rules. It is formed naturally by heaven and earth and cannot be done by human power.

Not only in the human world, not only in the world of ghosts, but also in all the worlds, there are very few naturally formed altars of light.

The Wen Dao Guangmian that Chen Shaojun encountered before in the Wen Dao Temple of the Great Shang Capital was such an altar, and the one in front of him was obviously the same.

However, compared to Dashang's Wen Dao altar, the ghost altar in front of him was much larger and more powerful.

"call!"

The howling wind blew away a lot of the surrounding fog, and at that moment, as if a veil had been lifted, Chen Shaojun suddenly saw a shocking scene that he had never seen before.

——Those are countless faint and dense ghost clans.

All these low-level ghosts knelt down around the altar, prostrate themselves in worship, and looked pious, as if they were going crazy, as if they were worshiping.

"Roar!"

Bursts of sound resounded throughout the world.

"what are they doing?"

Xiaowo lowered her voice and suddenly whispered in Chen Shaojun's ear.

"They are worshiping the God of Hades and preparing for the Crown of Light Sacrifice Ceremony!"

Chen Shaojun murmured.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the place was so heavily guarded.

"clang!"

It was too late, but it was soon. At this moment, a clear and clear sound of bells suddenly came from the suspended hall above the head. The clear and clear sound echoed above the entire Qinghuo Cave. For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

The entire Qinghuo Cave was extremely silent.

Even the turbulent fog seemed to be much quieter.

Huh, the air flow was turbulent. Suddenly, as if a blessing came to his soul, Chen Shaojun's heart moved. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the air. And almost at the same time, a hoarse, loud voice came. The huge palace of the ghost clan suspended in the air.

The door that was originally closed suddenly opened.

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