Chapter 781

In the underground secret cave leading to the dark altar, several teams of elite disciples of the inner gate of the five cauldron dragon immortal gate are guarding each level closely.

The entrance is just a few hundred meters away.

There are as many as ten levels.

The order they received was.

Any secret password or special keepsake that cannot be verified, no matter what identity, will be killed.

"Attention, everyone, this is the most critical moment, any omission is unforgivable! Shine your eyes. Never let anyone suspicious enter. Even the elder of the sect, if his post is not here, he has to search his body repeatedly before entering the dark altar to verify the password, and finally get the permission of the sect leader himself before he can enter. Listen to the disciples and Dharma guards, no one is allowed to leave the post without permission, no matter what the reason is! You supervise each other. Report any abnormality immediately! "

Elder Chijiao is responsible for the safety of the whole passage.

He is also the most trusted and helpful member of the sect leader.

The rest of the elders.

If you don't send people to guard the pass, you will follow the ancestor of jinpao and participate in the Dragon revival sacrifice.

Elder Chijiao, whose eyes are like two ghosts, has practiced powerful visual skills. In capturing the enemy's tracking, his eyes are more powerful than the compound eyes of insects. Combined with all kinds of traps and the remains of the ancient Dharma array in the dark altar passage, even though elder Chijiao knew that all the sects of Xiuxian had been allowed to attack the Mountain Gate outside, he was confident to stick to it until the Dragon revived and broke the ground.

Stand beside elder Chijiao.

There are also four iron core and five tripod dragon immortal door common advance and retreat of the door owner.

They are usually involved in the interests of the five cauldron dragon sect. They have long been integrated and hard to separate. There is no choice for this confrontation.

There are also the family members of the clan leader's wife and children's relatives. Although they are expatriates, they are actually a family of interdependent. When Longyin valley came, they swore that they would not survive even if they did not want to face the confrontation.

In this case.

Naturally, they took the same road to the black.

Stand firmly in the camp on the side of the five cauldron dragon gate and fight firmly with Longyin Valley to the end.

of course.

They stand in line like this.

There is also an extremely important reason.

That is, they are too close to the five cauldron dragon sect. The ancient seal of the dragon has the supreme power. They don't say it on the surface, but they know it in their heart. Who's going to fight against the five cauldron dragon gate, which is destined to be the winner? Betraying the dragon, isn't that seeking death?

If the Dragon comes out.

The world must be unified.

The future of the five tripod dragon gate will be to control the world's ears. How can they not follow the lead and grasp the skill of dragon?

"You don't have to panic. I know those guys in Longyin Valley sneak in by using the magic formula, but there are key array guards all over the mountain. It's not so easy for them to attack our five cauldron dragon immortal gate! They come just in time, dragon recovery, will need a lot of flesh and blood supplement, they are the best meal! Let's loosen the outside and tighten the inside. Even if we let them take our main pivot, what will happen? After our victory, we can rebuild at any time! It's not enough for them to spend their lives to attack our main hall. They have to attack Mingtan to detect the flaw! If you have the elder ox prisoner, you should have no worries about the altar! " Elder Chijiao has great confidence in elder Niu, who is also loyal to guard Mingtan.

Elder Chijiao walked back and forth, inculcating to his disciples the theory that "there is a Dharma array in the Ming altar, which is as stable as Mount Tai.".

Those who can stay here are all core disciples of the sect.

I'm crazy about brainwashing.

Hear the inspiration.

There was a kind of inexplicable excitement on their faces. They wanted the enemy to come in immediately and kill the head of the enemy so as to make great contributions to the sect.

Five thousand meters deep in the secret cave, there are three forks. The forks are engraved with sculptures of fish, snake and deer. The positions are arranged in the left of fish, the middle of snake and the right of deer. Apart from the three kinds of biological inscriptions, there are no similarities and differences among the three branches. Even if someone intrudes here, it is impossible to determine which channel leads to the dark altar.

And then it goes down about 4000 meters.

There is a huge space.

The rock is dark red.

It's like the formation of hell lava.

In the heart of the hole, the old man sitting around with his knees crossed.

There was a basin of blood in front of them. In the basin, the blood was bubbling like a stove.

A handsome man in a golden robe stood with his hands down. His eyes were calm, like a hermit who only wanted to be a country cottage man. But between his eyes, there was a kind of arrogance. No matter how approachable his expression is, the aloofness from his heart makes people around him bow down.

"It's time to win!" The handsome man gently pursed his lips: "although it is the destiny of heaven, there must be tribulations in the prosperity of everything in the world. In this battle, we must do our best and not be careless!"

"Yes." Hidden in the darkness of the cave, there are still several people, who salute the beautiful man in the golden robe.

"Where is the sect leader?" Asked the man in the golden robe.

"The dragon is about to recover, and the master of the gate is guarding the sealed place." There was a very hoarse voice in the dark, like a setback, and slowly replied.

"Very good. The sect leader is cautious. It's natural for him to guard the sealed place in person." The man in the golden robe raised his brow slightly, as if he didn't mean the master's act of snatching credit from the dragon. His voice was gentle and calm, and he even spoke highly of the master's caution. When he heard the invisible people in the dark, he couldn't understand. The leader of the sect is obviously a guard, but he is really a champion. Why is the sage so generous? Is it true that the sage had a plan and everything was under control, so he was so confident?

"..." a few people in the dark did not dare to answer easily. I'm afraid they made many mistakes, so they had to be silent.

"You don't have to worry about it. Just follow the plan! Go The man in the golden robe waved his hand carelessly.

A few people dare not stay in the dark.

Bow together.

Then each body method, one by one wind, quietly away.

The man in the golden robe looked around at the blood basin. Suddenly, he drew all the blood out of the basin with his hands and formed a huge boiling blood cell in the air. Then he gently threw it on the dark red ground. If there is life on the ground, it sucks blood. Some blood that doesn't penetrate into the rock flows continuously, and finally forms a strange blood red pattern.

It's like a dragon pattern.

Like the head of the devil.

The man in the golden robe took a deep breath and pressed his hands to the ground.

The ground glowed red, and the rock even rose and fell with the breathing of the man in the golden robe until the blood pattern was completely attracted by the rock.

"You continue to sacrifice blood. You must not relax for a moment!" The man in the golden robe closed his palms, and his mane was sweating. Just now, he made a slight movement, which seemed like a super-high intensity exercise. Sitting around the old man, no reply, they stood up in silence, holding the empty blood basin, fish through into the dark.

When they come back, the blood basin in their hands is full of blood.

A dozen old men sat cross on their knees.

The brow drooped.

Recite the mantra in your heart.

After a while, the blood basin in front of the bubble again, and gradually boiling.

The golden robed man has finished breathing at the moment. There is a mysterious dragon flash in his eyes, which produces a kind of destructive power, like a volcano. The man in the golden robe quickly closed his eyes, closed his breath, and suppressed the vast energy. His tall and magnificent body gave birth to a mountain like atmosphere, until he took a few deep breaths and hid the atmosphere by using his skills, and the whole person returned to the leisurely life of literati.

"Come on!" The man in the golden robe waved.

In the distant darkness, a shadow came with square steps.

This shadow is as like as two peas in the field.

No matter the air or the breath, it is no different. At first glance, it looks more similar than the closest twin brothers in the world.

The man in the golden robe didn't look at the shadow with his right eye at all. He turned and left directly. When he stepped into the darkness, he left a sentence: "the sect leader is suspicious. He must send someone to investigate and keep the status quo. Don't show any flaws!"

The shadow did not answer.

As if I didn't hear the command from my body, I stood in the center of the blood basin and drew the blood from the basin with both hands.

It also condenses into a giant blood cell from mid air.

Also throw the ground sacrifice.

Press your hands.

When the pattern of the devil's head emerges, the body rises and falls, and it matches the rhythm of the ground

After the sacrifice, the shadow's face looked as usual, and there was no sweat on his mane like the body. His eyes were also full of golden awns. Unfortunately, those golden awns were specious, coagulated but not real. They were pure light, not the mysterious dragon patterns naturally distributed by his body.

The old men sitting around stood up again, one by one, and fished into the darkness.

Come out again.

They each carried a basin of blood and repeated the previous blood sacrifice.

In the horizontal distance of about six kilometers from the red rock cave underground, there is a broader cave square.

The square is painted black, with many stone pillars, carved with various animal patterns and illegible runes.

Dozens of people stood in the center of the square.

In front of them were five bronze cauldrons beyond imagination.

Each cauldron can hold at least ten thousand jin, especially the most central cauldron, which is more than three times of the four cauldrons.

They're inside.

Without exception, it's all full of blood.

In the crowd, a tall man wearing a gold mask patrolled the blood in the pot. His eyes were as sharp as electricity and as powerful as a lion. When he raised his hands and feet, he had a great power of despoting himself. He was accompanied by two beautiful young bodyguards and two elegant ladies. No matter where he went, the four of them always followed each other step by step.

"The ceremony of recovery has begun. There is no power in the world to reverse. We are sure to win this battle!" There is a middle-aged man with delicate eyes and pale face who slowly shakes the fan. This man is like a scholar who has been weak from ancient times to modern times.

"Time is pressing. Fortunately, we won the bet!" The man beside him was a big bearded man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"The master of the gate is the one who belongs to the destiny. Even if we didn't do anything before, we would win in the end. It's just that we didn't push the astronomical phenomena, and there would be more twists and turns in the middle!" Another old man dressed as a goatee Taoist shook his head. As soon as his words came to an end, the tall man with a gold mask immediately put out his hand and stopped: "the word of destiny, don't mention it again! As the leader of the sect, I'm only focused on reviving the dragon. As for other things, I'm not in my heart! "

"Yes, I think it's bad. Please forgive me!" The old man with goatee raised his hand and gave a salute, but he didn't show any respect for the saint in the mouth of the door owner.

"The closer to recovery, the more cautious we should be! We will act separately according to the plan. The success or failure of this war will determine the foundation of the world! " The tall man with the golden mask, with a deep voice like iron, waved his hand and let his loyal followers act according to the original plan: "ladies and gentlemen, the success or failure of a hundred year plan lies in your hands. It's up to you now!"

"I'd like to be the leader of the sect, and I'll never die!" The goatee, the bearded man and the weak scholar all prostrated themselves to the ground and answered with a bang.