Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 26: Altar Suppression

Bai Ze's originally circulating immortal power stopped, Tianfeng's closed eyes also opened, and the two mythical beasts remembered the same thing at the same time, "There is this master beside me, I'm so nervous."

Looking at the immortal method in front of me that can't be named, I just feel that it is completely natural. Above this big bell, the pattern of the avenue appears faintly. Inside and outside the big bell, the immortal power interacts without showing any fluctuations. If it is not visible to the naked eye, Bai Ze He Tianfeng couldn't feel that there was an immortal method protecting them at the moment.

"How far is this person's realm? Such a high realm has never been heard of in the Immortal Realm." Bai Ze kept picking out the names of various Immortal Emperors in his mind, but none of them matched the image of the person in front of him. .

"What kind of realm is this? It's impossible. My ancestors didn't have this realm. Who is this person?" The Phoenix family is also a big family in the fairy world. Boundary cognition, clearer.

Lin Mubai walked forward, and the direction he was going was exactly where the roar was.

The depths of the fairy battlefield.

A huge altar, on which countless runes of heaven and earth are engraved, the immortal power circulates, forming a shocking force of suppression.

On the altar, there are countless spears, and on each spear, there is a cultivator.

These cultivators were hung on the spears, their bodies covered with wounds, and the blood of their bodies slowly flowed along the spears and dripped on the altar. As the runes of heaven and earth continue to shatter, wisps of black air escape from the cracks.

The black air escaping from the cracks constantly absorbs the negative emotions of these cultivators, such as pain, despair, anger, madness,,,,,

Around the altar, there were constantly new practitioners, who were brought to the altar by the walking corpses and hung on the spears.

At this moment, in the Profound Sky Continent, almost all the cultivators gathered here.

"That's my Ruyue Sect's disciple."

"My disciples from Longhumen are also above."

"My disciple of the Thousand Hands Holy Land was also hung on it."

"Damn it, the cultivators who entered the Profound Sky Continent this time, except for us, are almost all on the altar."

"Looking at the appearance of these corpses, it seems that we are all hanging on the altar before we stop."

"What kind of treasure is this place, this place is simply a Jedi."

"These corpses are too strong. Could it be that this is an immortal world, and these people were all immortals before they were born?"

"Immortal world? How can the fairy world be like this, it's just hell."

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"It seems that there is something sealed under this altar. That thing drives away the corpses of these immortals, and uses the blood of the cultivators to break the seal of the altar." The headmaster of the Great Holy Land looked at the altar and said in surprise.

"We can't let that thing succeed, otherwise, once that thing comes out, not only us, but the entire Profound Sky Continent will suffer disaster." Xingluo Holy Land headmaster, Su Ciyang said decisively,

"At this moment, we don't seem to have any other choice." The headmaster of another Holy Land smiled wryly when he saw that several walking corpses were already walking towards them.

There are not many of these walking corpses, but the weakest is the strength of a holy land elder. The strongest is the strength of immortals. The cultivators of the Profound Sky Continent have no power to fight back against the walking corpses with the strength of immortals. Form a formation, barely protect yourself.

"The most feared thing for these corpses is the power of the supreme sun and the justness. Come with me to form a great formation of the phoenix." Ling Xiaoyun shouted loudly, and countless cultivations instantly condensed together, a flame phoenix condensed.

The kilometer-long flame phoenix is ​​composed of pure spiritual power. The scorching flames burn up the world, and a phoenix chirping vibrates, carrying the flame avenue, and those walking corpses that are not strong enough in fairyland instantly turn into flying ashes.

"Sure enough." Everyone was overjoyed, the whole body's spiritual power surged, and the entire Tianfeng Great Array instantly became a little brighter.

At this time, a huge figure came from a distance, more than three meters tall, covered with black armor, knees, shoulders, elbows and other joints, covered with barbs, countless black breaths from his body disseminate.

Su Ciyang, who was presiding over the great formation, changed his face, "This is a demon at the fairyland level."

The three-meter-high Demon Race, with a slight movement, appeared in front of everyone in an instant. Compared with the kilometer-long Tianfeng, this Demon Race was as small as a black spot. I saw him raise his hand and face Tianfeng. The big formation was just a punch, the air burst suddenly, and a punch hit the Tianfeng battle.

Countless cracks instantly filled the entire body of the flame phoenix, and within the great formation, countless people's meridians were torn apart and blood was spitting out.

Ling Xiaoyun's face turned bitter, "I can't hold it, this Demon Race is too strong."

Su Ciyang flipped his hand and took out a long sword. The sword's body was intricately patterned with numerous rings, flowing with the fairy rhythm of Dao, "Yi Tian Jian."

Ling Xiaoyun looked at the Yitian Sword in Su Ciyang's hand, his face stunned, and he said angrily, "Old Ghost Su, you still have this good thing, so don't take it out sooner."

On the side, there are countless holy land headmasters, and at a glance, all of them suddenly looked shocked, "Is it a fairy weapon? An intact fairy weapon? You star fell into the holy land, when did you have this fairy sword.

Su Ciyang looked proud and said lightly, "It's just a fairy sword, why make a fuss, and look at the power of my fairy sword."*