“buzz….”
As Qin Yichen advances, the blood mist surges crazily, seemingly in the blood cell in the center of the altar A pair of red eyes faintly emerged.
In this blood mist turbulence, even the fog and the others, which are far apart, once again felt distracting thoughts in their hearts. Immediately, their faces changed and their bodies retreated again. Some distance.
At this time, there are only two peak giants, Wushan and Wuyang, standing around the patch of blood mist. At this time, their complexions are solemn and their eyes are staring unmovingly. The silhouette shrouded in blood mist.
When Qin Yichen approached the altar at a distance of about 1,000 feet, the auras on his body were already out of control. However, Wushan obviously could not think of them. He even calmed down the auras so quickly. Even continue to lean towards the altar.
During such advancement, Qin Yichen’s Spiritual Body exudes a crystal clear luster. Obviously, he has pushed Extinguishing Soul Arts to the extreme.
Under that crystal luster, he allowed those blood mist to invade, and he just clung to the spirit’s clarity.
Under the protection of Spiritual Power, the 1,000 feet range that Wushan Wuyang regards as a restricted area is also gradually reduced at the feet of Qin Yichen. Although his speed has become much slower, After about 15 minutes, he finally came to the edge of the altar.
At this time, Qin Yichen can already see clearly that in the altar, the red rays of light are flooded, and even those rays of light are so rich as to materialize that they can be seen vaguely. In it there was one after another hideous blood shadow gleaming.
Qin Yichen glanced slightly, and finally, his pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes fell somewhere.
Through those rich blood mist, Qin Yichen can see that in the center of the altar, there is a stone platform. On the stone platform, a stalwart silhouette sits still.
The robe on his body seems to have been dyed red by blood mist, and that long hair has a red color. At this time, there is not at all aura fluctuations on him, but since There is a vaguely domineering radiate in his body, that feeling is like a creeping peerless ominous beast, and it may burst out with a terrifying fierceness at any time!
Qin Yichen stared at that stalwart body, even if he was cut off by that peculiar barrier and rich blood mist, he could still perceive the majesty and oppression of the latter within the body, that This feeling is stronger than Lei Qijin of the Thunder Demon Clan Old Ancestor!
Obviously, this person should be the sect master of the mist gate in the mouth of Wushan!
“It’s really serious…”
Qin Yichen glanced slightly, and his complexion became serious involuntarily.
He knows that Nightmare Clan uses a special Bloodline Strength to control the puppet, and the fluctuations in this silhouette at the moment, faintly give him a feeling similar to that of a blood-leaf feather. Obviously, The sect master of the fog gate is probably about to be corroded by that kind of power.
Once he is eroded by that kind of energy, he will no longer be the Guardian God of the fog gate, but will turn into a bloodthirsty machine, completely reduced to a puppet of Nightmare Clan.
Under Qin Yichen’s gaze like this, that silhouette seemed to perceive the generality. His eyes were slightly trembled, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened.
“buzz….”
As soon as his eyes opened, he revealed a pair of eyes filled with scarlet colors. At the same time, the two The enchanting scarlet light, Ze Meng whizzed out from it.
“Not good!”
Seeing this scene, Qin Yichen shouted inwardly in his heart, and his body suddenly tightened.
“bang! ”
Under these two scarlet rays of light, the originally flashing barrier of rune was actually blasted out of two gaps and was The bloody mist that had been suppressed for decades was pouring out violently.
“Oops!”
Seeing this, the complexions of the few people outside of the blood mist changed drastically, and Wuyang directly shouted: “Wu Ling, take it quickly Others leave here!”
“Little Friend Qin, quit now!”
At the same time, Wushan was also facing the silhouette shouted loudly before the altar.
However, at this time, Qin Yichen’s silhouette has long been submerged by the torrential mist. As if he hadn’t heard the voice of Wushan at all, the silhouette was just standing in a daze. In the same place, there was no movement, but Wushan could clearly feel that from the latter, a ruthless aura, like an ominous beast, was slowly spreading out.
“I said he was absolutely impossible to succeed. This is good, and he stabbed such a big basket!”
Seeing this scene, Wu Ling waved his palm. It was to signal the evacuation of the Saint Level powerhouses. She glanced at the silhouette swallowed by blood mist with a bit of complaint, and said shortly: “Two Elders, hurry up and start the array, otherwise our last hiding place will be No more!”
Hearing Wuling’s voice, the two of Wushan looked at each other, and there was a complex color in their eyes.
When they perceive the blood mist, they spend huge resources and arrange a great array outside the altar, and there is also that array. After so many years, the blood mist has not been distributed. come out.
“Wushan and I will stop first, and then see the situation.”
Wuyang took a deep breath, waved his sleeves, and the majestic True Origin whizzed out. , Turned into a huge light cover, shrouded this space.
“buzz….”
Seeing his actions, Wushan didn’t say a word, but also fully urged True Origin to give the light cover The blessing is more stable.
When the light cover that looked like an upside-down giant bowl was just formed, the blood mist inside was surging up fiercely, and the impact was fiercely on the light cover.
“bang!”
With a muffled sound, the light cover that condensed the blessing of two Peak giants turned out to be slightly trembled.
At this moment, the complexions of Wushan and Wuyang changed slightly. Although the light cover they put together was not destroyed, they also noticed the terrifying part of the blood mist. .
At the moment of contact, those blood mists are like tarsus maggots sticking to the light cover, a very terrifying corrosive power swiftly spread from it, and then , Those blood mist turned out to be eroding the light curtain at a speed visible to naked eye.
“The corrosive power of this thing is too strong, I am afraid we will not last long!”
It was just a moment of effort, and Wushan and Wuyang felt a sense of anxiety. The color, they know, if the evil blood mist is allowed to diffuse out, then this underground lair might really be destroyed!
Although the Shui Mist Imperial Family is vast, if you leave here, I am afraid that there will be no hiding place for their more than a thousand powerhouses at the Gate of Mist!