Ninefold Supreme Heaven

Chapter 505 The Thing Under the Altar
When Wang Qiang raised the magic weapon, the shadow in the altar also found that Wang Qiang wanted to attack.

At this moment, the black blood above the altar flowed even faster. The black blood, which was as black as ink, coupled with the formation patterns exuding an evil aura, gradually created a strange atmosphere rippling from the altar.

Feeling that strange atmosphere, the phantom behind Wang Qiang trembled violently.

"Roar……"

Faintly, Wang Qiang heard a roar coming from the magic weapon in his hand.

It looked like a magic soldier who had become a little irritable because of the sudden appearance of black blood.

"Roar……"

Facing the three-foot-high altar, Wang Qiang was like an ant, but in the next moment, Qingyan suddenly jumped to the side. Following Wang Qiang's roar, Wang Qiang's figure turned into a five-foot-high altar in the blink of an eye. giant.

And the magic weapon in Wang Qiang's hands also changed into a giant blade with a length of three feet.

At this time, Wang Qiang was already taller than the altar. He saw that in the center above the altar, there was a black magic well. of blood.

"Let me see first, what the hell are you?"

At this moment, Wang Qiang was not in a hurry to attack the altar. Right after he finished speaking, a dazzling white glow emanated from the two basin-sized eyes. The moment the white glow appeared, Wang Qiang directly passed through the The bone altar saw the deepest part of the altar.

There, the ghost I had seen before was tremblingly hiding in the depths of the magic well, looking at him with horror on his face, and Wang Qiang also saw that behind the ghost were those black blood He could only see the place where the phantom was gushing out, but he couldn't see clearly where the phantom was at any further depths.

But now, Wang Qiang was so angry that he didn't have time to explore what was in the depths of the magic well.

"It's really you..."

The moment he saw the ghost, Wang Qiang instantly understood the reason of the matter, because Wang Qiang did not leave the ghost behind, which indirectly led to the complete disappearance of the dragon soul and the unicorn.

Endless regret, mixed with raging anger, made Wang Qiang almost lose his mind at this moment.

"Open for me..."

"Om..."

In Wang Qiang's body, the strength of his physical body was brought into full play by him. At this time, he was like a demon god who created the world.

Following Wang Qiang's roar, the magic knife in his hand vibrated violently, and around the magic knife, burning black flames emitted bursts of shocking aura.

"Rumble..."

The magic knife trembled slightly, like a meteorite that fell from outside that day, carrying a violent breath, it slashed directly at the bone altar.

And the ghost in the altar looked at the magic knife falling from the sky in horror.

"Do not……"

The black blood welling up in the magic well became even more turbulent, and the array patterns exuded mysterious and unpredictable power.

"boom……"

There was no match for sharpening a knife, and when Wang Qiang slashed at the altar of bones, a huge force rushed in all directions, and Qingyan, who was not far from Wang Qiang, was forced to back again and again by that force.

At this moment, a young man with a flustered expression appeared in the distance. In that young man's hand, he held a strange weapon that looked like a crescent moon but exuded a bewitching blood color.

When the young man saw that Wang Qiang was actually attacking the altar, the panic on his face became more intense, and there was even a hint of warmth and anger.

"Damn..."

Almost at the same moment, the young man and the ghost said exactly the same words, and the tone was exactly the same.

The huge altar of white bones, because the previous sacrifices were not completed, and the black devil blood had not stained all the patterns, so there was no strength at all to block Wang Qiang's knife that was enough to break mountains and crack rocks.

The most important thing is that just now Wang Qiang has seen the weakness of the altar that has not fully demonstrated its power.

Because right next to the magic well, there was a very fine crack, that crack, as if someone had attacked the altar back then.

Wang Qiang's knife, which was powerful enough to split the mountain, happened to be on the crack as small as a hair.

"Crash..."

The huge altar of bones trembled violently.The white bones with a radius of several feet seemed to be about to collapse.

And the ghost in the depths of the altar was even more implicated. Just now, Wang Qiang's powerful knife seemed to be slashing on it.

"The altar cannot be destroyed."

The young man holding the blood knife saw that Wang Qiang raised the magic soldier in his hand again, and hurriedly stopped him. At the same time, a little finger appeared on the other hand of the young man.

After Wang Qiang heard his words, he looked sideways for a moment, and was attracted by that little finger. At the same time, deep doubts appeared in Wang Qiang's heart.

Because he found that the aura on that little finger was somewhat similar to the aura of the black blood flowing out.

But Wang Qiang didn't stop the movement in his hand, just when the young man's words fell, the magic knife raised in Wang Qiang's hand slashed down again.

"court death……"

At this moment, the young man sensed Wang Qiang's movements, and a look of anger flashed across his face. The raging anger seemed to appear in his eyes.

"Shh..."

A ray of blood quickly approached Wang Qiang. Seeing that Wang Qiang ignored his words, the young man with the blood knife directly attacked Wang Qiang.

"You kid is crazy!"

Sensing the attack from the strange young man, Qingyan was instantly furious, and a blue-black flame rose from Qingyan's body in an instant. beast.

"Go away, you dead monkey."

The young man holding the blood knife saw that Qingyan was going to stop him, a flash of anger flashed in his anxious eyes, and the blood knife in his hand was enveloped together with Qingyan.

On the blood knife, there was an extremely uncomfortable breath, which made people want to vomit.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

But Qingyan could feel that the power contained in the blood knife was enough to threaten his own life, and at the same time his face changed drastically, the Feiyun bell in his hand rang out in a hurry.

Eighteen bells, like a tangible attack, quickly enveloped the young man holding the blood knife. With the short-term stop of the blue eyes, Wang Qiang no longer has any worries.

After all, his strength has not yet recovered, and with physical strength alone, there is no way to block the opponent's attack without damage, because Wang Qiang felt two entangled forces in the young man holding the blood knife in his body. strength.

One of the powers, with infinite vitality, should be the power of the young man himself, while the other power, although powerful, is lifeless. It should be that the other party has obtained a very powerful inheritance, otherwise, it is impossible to exist for such a long time, and the The young man's power was entangled endlessly.

Wang Qiang's gloomy eyes fell on the magic well again. At this time, the black blood gushing out of the magic well was many times weaker than before.

Even Wang Qiang can find the ghost in the depths of the magic well without deliberately looking at it, but behind the ghost, he still can't see clearly, but with the weakness of the magic well, he feels a shock in the darkness. The power of my own restlessness lurks in it.

But now, he just wanted to destroy the ghost to repay the hatred in his heart.

"Boom..."

Two loud bangs appeared, the attack of the blood knife youth had already been stopped by Qingyan, and Wang Qiang's attack had once again hit the bone altar.

"Crack clap..."

Following Wang Qiang's attack, the terrifying altar of white bones made crisp crackling sounds, and cracks of different sizes appeared on the bones at the same instant.

But the strange thing is that from the white bones, there are streaks of slightly black blood flowing out, as if there are lives in the white bones.

And with Wang Qiang's attack, those lives were cut off by Wang Qiang in an instant, and thousands of people were slaughtered with one knife, because when the slightly black blood flowed out from those bones, there were bursts of something that appeared in Wang Qiang's ear. Ruowu screamed.

At the same time, a palm-sized crack appeared on the blood-colored sky. The moment the crack appeared, it spread rapidly in all directions like a chain reaction.

On the blood-colored sky, streaks of pitch-black land appeared. Wang Qiang suddenly discovered that the blood-fiend thunder formation they were in was actually underground.

And with the destruction of the Blood Fiend Thunder Formation, an extremely oppressive and disgusting aura quickly spread in the town, and at the same time, waves of demonic energy gradually penetrated into the formation.

"Damn it, boy, you deserve to die."

As the bone altar was destroyed, the ghost figure had no place to hide anymore, and it struggled out from the black blood. Only then did Wang Qiang see that its figure seemed to be stronger than the one he had seen before. Much lighter.

The current ghost image still doesn't have the slightest cultivation, but Wang Qiang knows that it has been waiting for the right opportunity to take over others.

Originally, he also had a chance before, but he should never have done so, that ghost shadow had taken a fancy to Wang Qiang's physical body.

At this moment, Wang Qiang's strength hadn't recovered much. Seeing this scene, the ghost figure felt that his chance had come, so when he said harsh words, he rushed towards Wang Qiang directly, and its body, even more It passed through the magic knife without hindrance.

Wang Qiang looked at the ghost that was getting closer, and a sinister sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The moment the sneer appeared, there was an aura on Wang Qiang that made the ghost feel extremely uneasy.

"Do not……"

The panicked ghost stopped his figure in an instant, and then ran towards the distance as if desperately.At this moment, Wang Qiang summoned his last strength and punched the running ghost.

"Life and death fist."

"Rumble..."

Following Wang Qiang's punch, the bone altar in front of him collapsed in an instant. The pitch-black blood seemed to have lost its support, and fell to the ground with a bang, revealing a pitch-black coffin under the altar.

(End of this chapter)