This scene was also noticed by others, and everyone showed incredible color. Zhuge stood on the altar before dawn, the space outside collapsed, and the power of the field stirred, which turned into a hell on earth, and many people were destroyed because they had no time to escape.
"Senior Niu, senior Mo, come on ~ ~ We support you mentally." Zhuge shouted at the top of his voice.
Noting that Zhuge was not bright here, Niu Invincible couldn’t help but burst out: "Shit!"
At the moment, you strong people are still fighting against the skeleton, but the skeleton has all kinds of mysterious powers, and even the power of the field can’t be suppressed. Two masters have died under Jin Zhu, and even the suppressed Yuan Shen was annihilated.
"What’s the matter? Those two juniors actually climbed to the altar. " A master accidentally said.
"How is that possible? How did these two get in?"
At the moment, Zhuge Liang was not bright and the silent monk was happy to watch haha. The silent monk looked serious and said, "Why is this? Why can we get close to the altar? "
"I know, I guess it has something to do with your master."
"Who is it?"
"That demon monk." Zhuge not bright to turn over their said, all of a sudden, he felt a burning pain in the chest, the seal on his chest flashing a rare raven, beating like a hell flame. Zhuge seemed to feel something when he was not bright. He touched his eyebrows and pieces of black debris flew out.
These fragments are the fragments collected by Zhuge Liang after the black gourd was broken that day. Now, these fragments are wrapped around the sky, as if they had been resurrected, and slowly floated into the air.
"This ….." Zhuge looked at this scene in surprise, and his heart suddenly gave birth to an idea. Could it be that these pieces of black gourd were influenced by the altar? It seems that this altar really has something to do with the demon monk.
"Hum!"
At the foot of the altar suddenly strange buzz, the bloody demon sword inserted in the altar suddenly demon light, a series of mantras floated out, flying towards the fragments of the black gourd, integrated with these fragments.
The next moment, under the strange eyes of Zhuge Liang and the silent monk, the pieces of the black gourd gradually melted and slowly became compatible, crawling like a mass of black mud. The demon sword on the altar is still pouring out of gold pieces of mantras and melting into the pieces of black gourd. Those fragments have melted into a ball and are gradually creeping and changing shape.
Gradually, a black gourd with a height of more than one meter took shape, and it became a masterpiece.
"This … reorganized!" Zhuge is not bright and horrified.
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Chapter 535 Altar Kaifeng
Chapter 543 Altar Kaifeng
Mantras flew out of the altar, branded on the black gourd, and the originally broken and unbreakable gourd was gradually reorganized, and the dark light was strong. Zhuge was surprised when he didn’t look bright, and the tattoo on his chest became more and more clear. The next moment he felt that he had regained the control of the gourd.
Raising my hand, the black gourd flew in front of Zhuge Liang, and the huge black gourd was more than one meter high, almost catching up with Zhuge Liang’s unlit shoulder.
The black gourd flashed a faint light, and Zhuge raised his hand and touched it when it didn’t shine. There was a feeling in his heart. Although the gourd was reorganized, the fire of Yin and Yang in the gourd had disappeared.
At present, the gourd plug appears in Zhuge Liang’s hands and presses on the black gourd.
"This gourd seems to be …" The silent monk stared unblinkingly at the black gourd.
"This is indeed left by the demon monk. You won’t rob me, will you?" Zhuge Liang hugged the black gourd and said, "I got this from a narrow escape."
Although I have a close friendship with the silent monk, if I give him the black gourd, Zhuge will still be very painful if he doesn’t shine. What’s more, even if he wanted to give away the gourd, he couldn’t. The seal used to control the black gourd seems to be connected with his own flesh and blood and can’t be taken off.
The silent monk laughed and said, "The so-called Buddha is destined for someone. This baby chose Brother Zhuge, because Brother Zhuge is destined for him. How can I win the love of others?"
"Is ~ ~" Zhuge not bright nodding.
At the moment, the outside world’s fighting has turned the surrounding area into a doomsday scene. Almost all the elders of your great religion are surrounded by the skeleton. Anyone can see that the pillar has the ability to reach the sky, and it is a treasure of fate. Many people are greedy and want to take it away. But the strength of the skeleton gives them a headache, but it can’t bear the siege of so many masters. Under the joint efforts of more than a dozen masters who can’t be too empty, the skeleton has gradually been forced into a mess, and many bones have collapsed. The dim light in the eye socket has become more and more weak.
"Ha, ha, ha, this skeleton is going to hold on, please work harder!" The palm of the nine-yang fairy tale teaches heavy voice shouted.
Zhuge Liang, a silent monk, stood on the altar, although he temporarily avoided the disaster, but he still couldn’t help worrying, especially Zhuge Liang, whose brow had wrinkled into a "Sichuan" and said, "Not good, if this continues, the skeleton will not hold on sooner or later."
"What is the origin of this skeleton?" Asked the silent monk.
"Who knows cut …"
The silent monk sighed. At this moment, his eyes suddenly fell on the bloody demon sword on the altar and said, "This sword is unusual. Is it used to suppress something?"
Zhuge was also moved when it was not bright, saying, "What do you mean … what is suppressed under this altar?"
"Hmm …" The silent monk nodded somberly. "Everything here is inextricably linked with the demon monk. I suspect that what is suppressed here may be …"
Zhuge Liang’s mind turned sharply. He looked at the silent monk and seemed to see the thoughts in each other’s hearts and the war in the outside world. Zhuge Liang looked at the skeleton that was gradually forced into a desperate situation, gritted his teeth and said, "Draw your sword, no matter what is suppressed inside, we will try our best. Otherwise, the skeleton won’t be able to keep it later, and the grandchildren of those great religions will shoot us sooner or later. "
Silent monk face serious, think for a moment, finally nodded his head.
Instead of waiting for death, it is better to seize this lifeline, and maybe a miracle will happen.
Zhuge was naked in his eyes. He came to the top of the altar and grasped the demon sword inserted in the altar. Tentacles, with a little bit of cold breath, but did not expect to be hindered.
The silent monk nodded heavily at Zhuge.
Zhuge gave a heavy roar before the light came, and his arms pressed hard, and plumes of purple gas condensed on his arms, blooming like purple glass. Zhuge grasped the hilt with both hands before dawn and pulled it out, exerting all his strength. But this demon sword seems to grow together with the altar, which is hard to shake.
"Hey!"
Zhuge almost growled like a beast when his throat was not bright, and the veins stood out on his forehead and arms suddenly and violently.
"Boom!"
The demon sword seems to have driven the whole altar to tremble, and suddenly it is surging. I don’t know where to gather a large piece of black clouds, which are shrouded in the sky above the altar, thundering and lightning.
"Ah za! ！”
Zhuge Liang tried his best to pull out the demon sword for more than an inch. Suddenly, the wind roared, the dark clouds pressed down, and the altar trembled even more, as if there were a peerless monster coming.
At this time, the silent monk also came over and held the demon sword with Zhuge Buliang and pulled it out.
"Hey!"
The blood-red demon sword was pulled out in half, and the magic clouds between heaven and earth churned and the wind roared.
This scene shocked everyone, even some elders of the Great Religion in the external war had to stop and watch this scene in amazement.
"Pull it out! What are these two young players going to do! ？” Jiuyang Fairy Trace Zhang Jiao was surprised, and his face went down somberly.
Present are all senior masters of the Great Sect Xianmen, and all of them are masters who can’t be too empty, but at the moment they can’t help but face great changes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this skeleton can’t hold on any longer. We’ll try our best to solve him and then decide who the treasure belongs to." Shouted the palm of the nine-yang wizard of oz.
At this moment, the skeleton has become broken, and the light in the eye socket is almost gone. Seeing this, you great teachers are almost attacking with all their strength.
After several fierce battles, finally, the light in the eye socket of the skeleton completely dispersed, and the bones on the body were already scarred, and most of them had collapsed. At the moment when the dim light in the skull’s eye socket disappeared, the skeleton finally turned back to dead again and hung down in the air.
"Ha ha ha, it worked!" The wizard of oz in Jiuyang gave Lang a laugh, and the first one rushed towards Jinzhu.
"I want this thing for a long time!" Another master rushed up, and the goal was also Jinzhu.
At that time, all the great teachers thought of the same goal. Skeletons have become completely dead, and they will no longer be threatened. Although Jin Zhu also has spiritual wisdom, he can’t help but attack so many masters at the same time.
"Quack quack quack, thank you ~ ~"
Suddenly, a strange laugh came from the sky, and a white shadow appeared in front of everyone almost instantly, rushing towards the golden pillar.
"What person! Bold! " A master’s face changed, and he slapped his hand at that white shadow.
Horrified, worldly hands rolled over and dried Kun, drowning away toward the white shadow. At this time, everyone saw clearly that this white shadow turned out to be a perfect silver-white ape, with hands and feet tied with chains.
"Fuck off!"
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