One Punch Chef

Chapter 138
The wind is blowing, the sky is changing, and there are faint cries in the distance, like a baby, like a complaining woman.Its voice is humming, like complaints, like admiration, like weeping like complaints, and the lingering sounds are endless, making it hard to fathom.

In the center of the dead city stands a Heaven-reaching Altar, which is so large that it seems that it can accommodate tens of thousands of people to sacrifice to the heavens. It is conceivable that this altar was also one of the most important places in the city in the most distant and ancient period.

At this moment, on the top of the altar, on a platform ten meters square, Wu Di rubbed his chin and looked around curiously.

The ten-meter-square blood-colored altar is densely covered with various mysterious patterns, forming an unknown figure, like a chessboard and gossip.At the same time, these lines are also blood grooves, and the altar is full of dark blood stains, which are formed after the blood dries up.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, which was not a big problem for Wu Di, because he had already gotten used to it.

In addition, there are an unknown number of skulls scattered on the altar. There are human races, monster races, and other strange races. Most of them have been boned, completely lost their luster, and some have even turned into fly ash. Only the face The monkey brain the size of a basin is still bursting with energy and has not rotted.

Obviously, this monkey brain is not an ancient relic that has existed since ancient times, but fell on this blood altar recently. Therefore, other skulls belonging to various races on the altar may not have existed here in the earliest period. , which is shocking.

I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed, but this altar still seems to be alive, and blood sacrifices are performed regularly.

Wu Di walked around the edge of the altar and came to the front of the altar.A smaller stone statue appeared in front of his eyes, which was blocked by the huge stone statue at the back and did not appear.

No matter how you look at it, the expression on the face of the small stone statue always makes Wu Di feel terrified, as if it changes in an instant.

In front of the stone statue is a simple stone table, on which is an incense burner in the middle, and the lingering fragrance seems to never go out; on the left is a golden human skull with bloodshot eyes, and a strange ghost is shining deep in the hollow eye sockets. and on the right is a palm-sized black stone with golden veins on it, exuding the power of yang and rigidity, and at the same time, there is an aura of jet black, yin to softness, yin and yang help each other, strike a delicate balance.

Wu Di was fearless and walked towards the center of the altar.

'click'

At this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, shaped like a guillotine, and a thin red line fell from the blade of the guillotine, cutting towards Wu Di's neck.

Before the red line is approaching, a sharp artistic conception arrives first, invincible and invincible, and the thin line dropped by this guillotine seems to represent the will of heaven and earth, and wants to cut off Wu Di's neck.

"Hum..." Wu Di snorted coldly, stretched out all five fingers, grabbed the bloody red thread of death, and directly fought against it with his body.

'when'

Just like today's crossing, the power on a small red line is enough to shake the earth. If the duel hadn't been held on the altar, I'm afraid that the area with a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers or even a larger area would be razed to the ground by this impact .

Wu Di is strong when he meets the strong. At this moment, he showed an aura that can fight the world. He wiped out the red line with absolute strength, and then strode towards the stone table of the altar, and directly grabbed the palm-sized black stone.

'click'

A bloody lightning flashed across the sky.

Wu Di's move seemed to have violated the wrath of the sky, and the phantom of the guillotine in mid-air became more and more solid, shaking and swiping down thousands of gods and killing them all, this is lore.

Wu Di was not afraid, and still took his right hand towards the black stone, and swung his left hand across the air, driving the endless fist wind to shatter the bloody red killing, and a big explosion occurred in the void.

What can be placed on the stone table must be a rare treasure in the world, with unpredictable abilities. Wu Di himself is invincible and fearless of anyone or anything, but the friends around him have never reached his level. Sometimes this is what is needed. A strange treasure is also unknown.

So not only the black stone, but also Wu Di, the incense burner in the middle, is planning to take it away. As for the golden skull, Wu Di has no plans to take it away.

Stay on the line in everything, so that we can meet each other in the future, and it won't be because of that golden skull that looks penetrating.

'Alas' a faint sigh seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, and the phantom of the guillotine in mid-air shattered and turned into a door of chaos, trying to teleport Wu Di out of the altar.

"Come again." Wu Di's whole body shook, and the aura that radiated temporarily fixed the Chaos Gate, and his right hand stretched out like lightning, taking away the black stone on the stone table.

"Today's cause, to come to Riguo, just wait, I will find you." A sigh that was different from the previous one, was more piercing, and the soliloquy sounded like a ghost resounding in the Scarlet Altar, but Wu The flute is no longer heard.

When she reappeared, the environment Wu Di was in was a deep and dark room. Wu Di keenly felt the coolness on the back of her neck, as if something was blowing cold air.

'boom'

There is nothing to say in this ghostly place. Wu Di swung his fist domineeringly, and his punch was unstoppable. Half of this majestic mansion belonging to a certain ancient force was destroyed by Wu Di's punch, and the distance from him Recently, before he even had time to snort, the ghost behind him turned into dust, leaving only a round black pebble.

……

In the southeast of the dead city in the ghost world, the fat Taoist priest and monk Zhuang fled in a panic, and now less than half of the original 30 people remained.

'patta'

The wooden door of a house next to the street opened automatically, and above the table in the house floated an object covered by light, exuding mysterious fluctuations, it must be a treasure.

"baby"

"treasure"

"its mine."

The three people in the group rushed into the house as if they had lost their souls.

"Idiots, are you idiots? You still have the guts to go in." Monk Zhuang cursed angrily.

"No, back quickly, don't look." The fat Taoist's face changed drastically, and the rest of them hurriedly backed away.

I saw that after the three young men entered the room, the door suddenly closed automatically, followed by three screams, followed by creaking and biting sounds. In the invisible house, there seemed to be ghosts. Biting the bodies of those three people.

"Master Dao, what's going on here?" the peerless woman asked, her face turned pale, beads of sweat clinging to her hair, she was obviously terrified.

"Look, what is that?" A young man exclaimed, pointing to the altar in the center of the city.

'Kacha' A bloody lightning illuminated the nine days, and then there were pieces of bloody red killing.

"Slaying the gods and robbing the light." The old man in his seventies and eighties, the toddler under ten years old, the fat Taoist priest and others suddenly screamed.

"It's over, it's over." The fat Taoist's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

"What accident happened? It was clearly not the case when I came last time. What happened? This dead city seems to have revived." The fat Taoist priest was disheveled, muttering to himself.

"Half a month ago, an old ape demon from the ape demon clan who was infinitely close to the realm of the monarch stepped on a teleportation array and seemed to be teleported to this city. Could it be related to this?" someone whispered.

The fat Taoist ignored it, turned his head to look at Monk Zhuang and said, "Fortune tellers, you should do the math quickly. Didn't you always guarantee a way out before? Where is the way out?"

"Don't rush, Amitabha, the second uncle." Monk Zhuang was sweating profusely, fiddling with the tortoise shell in his hand, and finally pointed to the city, tremblingly said: "We still have to go forward."

Even Monk Zhuang himself became uncertain and lost confidence in his divination skills.

"Hey Hey"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie"

There were ghostly shadows all around them, and they were surrounded.

……

(End of this chapter)