Chapter 1446 The Prodigy of All Races Becomes a Sacrifice

Wang Xian chuckled and ignored them, continuing to observe this strange world.

Suddenly, Wang Xian found some strange lines on the ground, which seemed to form some mysterious patterns.

He leaned over to check, and as soon as he approached, those lines suddenly lit up with strange blue light, and a powerful spiritual impact attacked Wang Xian.

Before Wang Xian could react, the "Soul Tower" that had just been silent in Wang Xian's sea of ​​consciousness had reawakened.

The "Soul Tower" instantly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating Wang Xian's sea of ​​consciousness as bright as day. This light was pure and hot, with innate nobility and majesty, in sharp contrast to the strange blue spiritual impact.

I saw that the blue impact rushed like a surging tide, but the moment it touched the light of the "Soul Tower", it was like hitting an invisible copper wall and was easily bounced back.

Not only that, the ‘Soul Tower’ seemed to have a different “perception” of this spiritual attack, and in the process of resisting it, it actually captured a strange existence from it.

It was a kind of phantom-like, translucent creature, they were like agile fish, shuttling in the ocean of spiritual consciousness.

This creature was extremely magical, emitting a faint fluorescence all over its body, looming, as if it was symbiotic with this attacking spiritual consciousness, and it would be difficult to survive once it left.

Wang Xian’s consciousness stared at this strange creature in the sea of ​​consciousness, full of curiosity and doubts.

The ‘Soul Tower’ seemed to know Wang Xian’s thoughts, and the light trembled slightly, slowly pulling the magical creature to Wang Xian’s consciousness.

Wang Xian carefully touched it with his consciousness, and in an instant, a lot of unfamiliar information flooded into his mind.

It turned out that these creatures were special products of this mysterious land, relying on powerful spiritual fluctuations to obtain energy and reproduce and survive.

They can sense the dangers and opportunities around them, and they also have a unique "memory" ability, which can store some of the information in the divine consciousness they come into contact with.

Reading the information stored by these creatures, Wang Xian's brows gradually frowned.

Intermittent and blurred pictures, like broken puzzles, flashed one by one in his mind.

At first, it was a chaotic scene, with countless lights flashing, shouts and roars intertwined.

Wang Xian saw countless Tianjiao, they came from different races, some of them were emitting blazing flames, some had crystal clear wings behind them, and some were surrounded by mysterious runes.

These Tianjiao, all of them are the best in each race, their eyes are shining with confidence and pride, but at this moment, they are escorted by the "weird clan" and heading towards an unknown place.

The picture was distorted, as if it was torn by an invisible big hand.

Wang Xian saw that some Tianjiao were unwilling to be escorted and rose up to resist.

A young man surrounded by lightning condensed a long sword shining with lightning in his hand and slashed at the "strange tribe" escorting them.

Wherever the lightning went, the space was shaken, but the "strange tribe" escorting him just waved his right hand lightly, and a wave of energy instantly annihilated the boy's attack.

The boy was hit by the energy, spitting blood, and fell heavily to the ground. Then he was dragged up by two "strange tribe" creatures and continued to walk forward.

Then, a huge and terrifying altar appeared in the picture.

The altar was made of black boulders, engraved with strange runes, and the runes flashed dark red light, as if blood was flowing.

The Tianjiao of all races were escorted to the altar and thrown into it one by one.

They struggled and shouted desperately in the altar, and their voices echoed in this dead space.

Wang Xian's consciousness fluctuated as the images flashed. He felt as if he was in the scene, and could feel the fear and despair of those geniuses.

The image became blurry again, and then gradually became clear. The creatures of the 'weird clan' were seen surrounding the altar, chanting something.

As they chanted, the rune light on the altar became stronger and stronger, and a mysterious substance was slowly extracted from the bodies and souls of the geniuses of all races.

This substance was light gold, and even if Wang Xian only saw these light gold substances through the images, he could feel the magic of these light gold substances.

Then, the light gold mysterious substances were collected by the creatures of the 'weird clan' and put into transparent containers.

These images kept repeating, breaking, and reappearing. Wang Xian realized that the reason why these images were intermittent was probably that the magical creatures that recorded this information had been destroyed, and these images were the incomplete memories they passed down with some unknown ability.

Wang Xian tried hard to find clues in these broken images, trying to piece together a complete truth.

Suddenly, Wang Xian noticed that above the altar where the Ten Thousand Races’ Tianjiao were sacrificed, there was a blurry figure with an unclear face.

Wang Xian could feel the strong sense of oppression emanating from him. He held a scepter in his hand, and on the top of the scepter was something emitting blood-red light. The thing was too dazzling, and it was impossible to see what it was, but it contained endless strange power.

Wang Xian’s consciousness closely followed the figure, trying to see his true face.

However, just when he was about to see it clearly, the picture suddenly disappeared, replaced by darkness.

After a long time, the picture slowly emerged again.

This time, it was the scene before the Ten Thousand Races’ Tianjiao were escorted.

They live a peaceful and beautiful life in their respective racial territories.

Some are playing, some are talking to the clan, and laughter echoed in the air.

However, this beautiful picture did not last too long. Suddenly, a black crack appeared in the sky. The soul of the "Strange Family" came out of the crack, and a disaster came.

The strong ones of all ethnic groups struggled, but the souls of the "Strange Family" were too powerful, and their attacks seemed to be vulnerable in front of the strange spirit.

Soon, the territory of the Wan nationality was broken, and countless ethnic groups were captured.

In the picture, a girl was full of tears. She watched her tribe falling into a pool of blood, and her eyes were full of hatred and despair.

She was caught by a weird spirit and struggled, but couldn't break free.

She was thrown into the altar, shattered her body and soul, and squeezed out the mysterious substances of pale gold.

There are many pictures like this, and even many of them are among the children.

Wang Xian's anger burned in this scene, killing the sky.

Wang Xian is naturally not a good person, and he has slaughtered some races, but he can't do it!

In the end, the blurred figure above the altar seemed to feel something. The scepter in the hand waved gently, and the terrible energy burst out from the unknown thing exuding the blood -red light at the top of the scepter, and it was instantaneously. Sweeping the world.

Wang Xian has all ended from the information read by the gods and different creatures.

Recalling the picture just read, Wang Xian's brow was frowned. He felt something wrong, but he didn't find out where it was wrong.

Suddenly, Wang Xian's eyes widened, and he finally realized where it was wrong.

strength!

Those Tianjiao's combat power is wrong, and the strong combat power of the strong people where Tianjiao is located is not right!

It can be basically determined that all of the Tianjiao comes from the top races or forces, but the combat power that the strong men with the top race and forces are exerted. class'.

Such combat power is definitely not the combat power that a strong man with a top race or forces should have.

Top race or forces, not to mention that there are ‘ten immortal emperors’ or ’in the‘ Nine Turn Emperor ’, at least there must be‘ Eight Turn Emperor ’or‘ Seven Turn Emperor ’?

But what are the top races and forces in the picture?

There is no "one -to -fairy emperor", and there is no "quasi -immortal"!

No right!

There are twelve points wrong!

Wang Xian had a guess in his heart. In order to determine this guess, Wang Xian's consciousness touched the gods and livelihood again.

The picture I just saw once again appeared in Wang Xian's mind. This time Wang Xian did not focus on seeing the weird clan ", but carefully observed the environment in the picture.

Soon after, the picture was over, and Wang Xian's face appeared clearly.

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In the era!

This is by no means a simple era, which is a huge disaster that is sufficient to subvert the entire era.

In the era of absolute spirit, the spirit between heaven and earth completely disappeared.

The monks relying on the aura of the world, practicing exercises, and performing magical powers, and galloping in the vast world.

However, as soon as the aura was lost, everything changed.

Without the supplement of the external aura, the monks' fighting can only rely on the poor remnant aura in their bodies.

This is like the root of the roots without roots and the water, and every time the spell is performed, it is consuming the root of its own.

Those who once dominated one party in top races and forces were also greatly reduced because of the lack of aura.

The combat power of the "Xianzun" and the "Xianhuang level" was already the limit they could show at that time. Essence

Just when the monks of all ethnic groups were still struggling and trying to transition to the next era, the "strange family 'came like a nightmare.

They seemed to have premeditated, and took advantage of the strength of all ethnic groups to launch a violent attack.

Although the top race and forces, despite their resistance, are so fragile under the strong offensive of the 'weird family'.

The heavens of all ethnic groups were the first to be arrested by the 'Strange Family'.

Their once glory and pride became vulnerable in the face of absolute strength gap.

The pictures stored by the gods and different creatures are the cruel testimony of this disaster.

Wang Xian's face became more and more dignified. He realized that this was not only a distant history, but also a dangerous signal.

Now that in the past, the weird family can do so, so in the near future, after the era of the spiritual spirit, the ‘weird tribe’ must also strike again.

but……

Wang Xian's face suddenly strange.

At the end of the era, the era of extinction affected all the great borders, ancient realms, relics, secrets, and so on.

However, today's 'Chaos Sea' and 'God Demon Sea' has been connected with his internal world, and although his internal world will be affected by the end of the Epoch -up period, 'Xianlian' is constantly from many time and space and the world. The steady stream of the aura is continuously nurtured to the inner world, which also makes the inner world's aura show no signs of attenuation at all, and even the quality and quantity of the aura are slowly improved.

Although not all the cultivators from the ‘Sea of ​​Chaos’ and the ‘Sea of ​​Gods and Demons’ have entered his inner world, many have.

Wang Xian believes that when the Absolute Spiritual Era comes, the cultivators from the ‘Sea of ​​Chaos’ and the ‘Sea of ​​Gods and Demons’ will surely pour into his inner world.

Wang Xian does not need to worry about the spiritual energy in his inner world. If the ‘Strange Clan’ intends to plunder the geniuses of various races while the cultivators of the Absolute Spiritual Era have no spiritual energy support, then the strong men of various races will surely teach the ‘Strange Clan’ a profound lesson.

Of course, this is based on the fact that the strength of the ‘Strange Clan’ when it attacks again is the same as what Wang Xian saw in the information recorded in the inheritance of the divine creatures.

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xian temporarily gave up his worries about the ‘Strange Clan’. Although it is now the end of the era, it is only the beginning of the end of the era. There are at least tens of thousands of years or even more than 100,000 years before the arrival of the Absolute Spiritual Era.

After he put away his thoughts, Wang Xian noticed the miserable Mu Li and his dozens of ‘Immortal Venerable’ subordinates.

Mu was bleeding from all seven orifices and his breath was weak, and his subordinates were even more miserable.

Of the dozens of ‘Immortal Venerable’ subordinates, only five ‘Heavenly Venerable’ and more than ten ‘Great Immortal Venerable’ were left, and all of them had died under the impact of the blue divine consciousness just now.

Ignoring Mu Li and his more than ten lingering subordinates, Wang Xian soared into the air and flew towards the depths of this strange world.

In the depths of this world, in addition to the terrifying altar used by the ‘weird clan’ to sacrifice the blood of the geniuses of all clans, there is also a portal to leave this world. This is what Wang Xian learned from the information recorded by those magical creatures.

This world is very strange, with various runes engraved everywhere. Wang Xian did not touch those runes and went straight to the terrifying altar in the deepest part of the world.

Not long after, Wang Xian saw the altar he had seen in the records of those magical creatures. Compared to what he had seen in the records of those magical creatures, he could only understand how terrifying this altar of the blood sacrifice of the genius of all races was after he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

The moment he saw the altar, Wang Xian's heart was completely filled with fear, and his body fell from the air uncontrollably.

It was not until he was close to the ground that Wang Xian got rid of that fear.

He quickly adjusted his body shape and landed steadily on the ground.

A sticky feeling came from under his feet, and Wang Xian subconsciously looked down, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

There was no ground under his feet, but countless blood mud.

Mud of flesh and blood! (End of this chapter)