Chapter 1447 The Final Danger

[This is Chapter 1443, no missing chapters]

Suddenly, a sticky, almost suffocating touch quickly spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

He looked down subconsciously, and his pupils shrank violently in an instant. Wang Xian seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand.

There was no solid ground under his feet. It was clearly countless blood mud. The thick dark red liquid glowed with a strange luster under the dim light. It was a horrible thing made of countless flesh and blood, exuding a disgusting smell, as if telling the misery and despair of the past.

There seemed to be countless wronged souls struggling and roaring in the blood mud, trying to break free from this endless pain.

Wang Xian endured the discomfort in his heart, slowly squatted down, and tried to carefully explore the origin of the blood mud.

Wang Xian's hand slowly stretched out, and his fingertips trembled slightly. When his fingers touched the blood mud, a strong and complex emotion surged into his mind like a surging tide, like a flood that broke the dam, completely submerging his consciousness.

In an instant, countless chaotic voices exploded in Wang Xian's ears.

Roaring, crying, and desperate shouts intertwined into a desperate sad song.

The tragic scene at the end of the era appeared in front of Wang Xian's eyes, as if he was in that era of war and suffering.

The "strange clan" came out in full force, and their figures shuttled between various races like ghosts. Wherever they went, there was blood and rain, and lives were suffering.

The "strange clan" had a twisted figure, and a strange green light was emitted from their bodies. Every time they waved their limbs, innocent lives disappeared.

Their claws were as sharp as knives, easily tearing the bodies of creatures of various races, blood splattered, and screams continued.

The pride and strong men of all races rose up to resist, their eyes were firm, and they did not retreat even in the face of the threat of death.

However, the influence of the ‘Absolute Spirit Era’ was too terrible. Having lost their spiritual energy, they were as fragile as babies in swaddling clothes in front of the powerful ‘Strange Clan’.

The light in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Races’ Tianjiao and the strong men gradually dimmed, and fear and despair spread across their faces.

The once high-spirited and heroic spirit was now replaced by endless fear.

The ‘Strange Clan’ brought the captured Ten Thousand Races’ Tianjiao to this terrifying altar, ruthlessly threw them into the altar, and cruelly squeezed out the pale golden mysterious substance from their bodies.

The Ten Thousand Races’ Tianjiao screamed in pain, their bodies gradually twisted and deformed under the power of the altar, and their life force quickly flowed away like fine sand in an hourglass.

Their broken bodies were casually discarded here, and as time went on, they formed this bloody mud that made people shudder.

In the bloody mud, it seemed that there was still resentment and resentment from their lives, and every inch was soaked in endless pain.

Wang Xian felt the deep reluctance and despair of the Tianjiao of all races from the blood mud.

They were the hope of each race, the hope of the next era after each race passed the "Absolute Spirit Era", with unlimited potential and a bright future.

They had practiced hard in their respective clans, looking forward to one day leading their clans to glory, but at the end of this era, they were ruthlessly strangled by the "Strange Clan".

They were unwilling to end their lives like this, and unwilling to see their ideals and ambitions turned into bubbles.

At the last moment of their lives, they may still be thinking about the smiles of their loved ones and their former ambitions.

Fear also surged from the blood mud like a tide. When those Tianjiao faced the capture of the "Strange Clan" and the terror of the altar, their hearts were filled with fear.

This fear was like a curse, deeply imprinted in the blood mud, and became an eternal pain.

Despair made Wang Xian's heart ache.

When the Tianjiao of all races realized that they could not escape the clutches of the "Weird Clan", despair enveloped their entire world.

They watched their bodies gradually shatter and the light of their lives extinguished bit by bit. The despair made Wang Xian feel the same.

In their eyes, the light they once had gradually extinguished, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

The "Absolute Spirit Era" is the last period of the end of the era and the last darkness before dawn. As long as you survive this period, there will be infinite light and hope.

It's a pity that these Tianjiao did not fall in the endless night, but fell in the hands of the "Weird Clan" and died at the last moment before dawn.

"Alas!"

Wang Xian sighed lightly, slowly stood up, looked up at the terrifying altar, and his pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant.

Above the altar, I don't know when a vague figure holding a scepter appeared.

The figure exuded a strange light all over his body, and his face could not be seen clearly, but Wang Xian could feel a strong and evil breath coming towards him.

He remembered that this figure was one of the creatures that carried the information of those magical creatures, and it was the figure that presided over the blood sacrifice of the Tianjiao of all races.

Why did this figure suddenly appear here?

Wang Xian couldn't help but feel a strong fear in his heart.

Although the 'Great Way of Samsara' gave him the ability to be almost immortal, facing the existence of this person who presided over the blood sacrifice of the Tianjiao of all races, he really couldn't be sure whether the other party had the terrifying power to destroy the 'Great Way of Samsara'.

After all, this is an evil race that uses all races as sacrifices. It was active in the 'Absolute Spirit Era' at the end of the era, and it is unknown how long it has existed. Its foundation and strength are unfathomable.

Especially, this race continues to extract the light golden mysterious substance from the bodies of the Tianjiao of all races, and that mysterious substance can undoubtedly greatly enhance their strength.

Wang Xian stared at the vague figure above the altar, and as time went by, he gradually noticed something strange.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, a wisp of consciousness quietly surged out of the sea of ​​consciousness and carefully explored the vague figure.

The moment it touched the figure, the wisp of consciousness was instantly annihilated like a candle in the wind.

However, Wang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this is just a mark.

Even so, this remaining mark has such a powerful power, so how terrifying the strength of its body should be.

Wang Xian took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, moved his eyes away from the vague figure above the altar, and carefully moved around the altar that exuded endless death and strange breath.

Wang Xian's footsteps were extremely light, making almost no sound, but his eyes were always vigilantly staring at the surroundings to prevent any unexpected situations.

It was not that Wang Xian did not want to fly away directly or tear up the space to leave this place, but every time he had such an idea, he felt a panic in his heart.

Wang Xian knew that it was definitely because of the altar.

Wang Xian chose to believe in his feelings and rely on his feet to leave this desperate place of the genius of all races.

The air around him seemed to be stagnant by the evil power of the altar. Every step he took was like struggling in a sticky swamp.

As he gradually moved away from the terrifying altar, the suffocating sense of oppression did not diminish at all.

The stench of blood mud filled the air, making Wang Xian feel like vomiting.

Looking back at the altar from time to time, Wang Xian secretly speculated in his heart, how many unknown secrets did this "weird clan" hide?

Just as Wang Xian was struggling to move forward, a rapid and chaotic panting sound suddenly came from the distance.

Wang Xian was startled and quickly hid himself.

After a while, Mu Li appeared in the field of vision with a dozen seriously injured "Xianzun-level" subordinates.

Mu Li's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear and exhaustion.

When they saw the terrifying altar, they all stopped suddenly.

Mu Li's body trembled slightly, and his lips trembled unconsciously.

The dozen or so "Xianzun-level" subordinates were even more unbearable. Some of them were directly frightened and collapsed into the blood mud on the ground, with empty eyes and muttering to themselves, as if they had been completely swallowed by fear.

There were also a few who didn't even have the strength to shout, and died directly, and their souls seemed to be scared out of their bodies by this horrible scene.

Mu Li gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twisted with fear and pain. He knew the horror of this altar, and he also understood how dangerous the situation he and his subordinates were in at the moment.

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But he knew better that in this strange world, retreating would only lead to death.

Mu Li suppressed his inner fear and shouted in a trembling voice: "Everyone cheer up! We must find a way out, otherwise we will all die here!"

Although the remaining few "Xianzun-level" subordinates were also trembling with fear, they still managed to cheer up under Mu Li's encouragement.

They supported each other and stumbled in the direction where Wang Xian left.

Wang Xian hid in the dark and saw all this.

He didn't want to have too many entanglements with Mu Li and others, but at this moment they were in danger. If they were left alone, they would probably have difficulty leaving here alive.

Of course, Wang Xian didn't care about the life and death of Mu Li and his subordinates, but Wang Xian was not sure whether he could leave the "Jidao Palace" after leaving this world where the "Weird Clan" used blood sacrifices to the Tianjiao of all races.

Rather than letting Mu Li and his men die here in vain, it is better to take them away from this world. When they encounter something or an unknown world later, it is also a good idea to let Mu Li and his men explore the way.

Thinking of this, Wang Xian showed up and appeared in the sight of Mu Li and his remaining men.

"Uh..."

Wang Xian's appearance was too abrupt, coupled with the terrifying atmosphere here, and Mu Li and his men were still in fear, one of Mu Li's men was actually scared to death by Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was silent!

Wang Xian was speechless.

"Let's go!"

Wang Xian threw down two words, turned around and headed towards the portal in the information read from those magical creatures.

"Young Master."

A 'Tianzun' spoke, although he didn't say anything, but the meaning he wanted to express was very clear.

Mu Li looked at Wang Xian's back with a complicated expression. He knew that Wang Xian wanted to take them away from this world not to save them, but he really had no choice now. If he could go back to before entering the 'Ji Dao Palace', he would never choose to enter the 'Ji Dao Palace', but would enter Wang Xian's cave treasure like other top-level practitioners.

"Let's go!"

Mu Li said the same two words as Wang Xian, took a step, and chased after Wang Xian's back.

Those 'Xianzun-level' cultivators quickly followed without saying a word.

The portal to leave this world where the 'weird clan' used blood sacrifice to the geniuses of all clans was not too far from the altar, only about 100,000 kilometers.

Originally, such a distance would only take a moment for a cultivator of the ‘Immortal Venerable’ level, but in this strange world, it would take a long time to go step by step towards the portal without being able to fly.

Fortunately, whether it was Wang Xian, Mu Li, or his seriously injured and dying subordinates, even if they could not fly, their physical fitness was there, and even if they relied on their legs alone, it did not take them long to reach the vicinity of the portal.

Looking at the portal not far away, Wang Xian stopped, and seeing Wang Xian stop, Mu Li and several of his subordinates also stopped.

Mu Li wanted to ask Wang Xian why he stopped, but he was still afraid of Wang Xian and did not speak, and his seriously injured subordinates naturally did not dare to ask.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly, the air around them suddenly became icy cold, and a thick fog like ink spread without warning.

The fog came very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it tightly wrapped Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men, and the visible range was instantly reduced to just a few feet.

A bright silver light flashed, and the Emperor Dragon Spear appeared in Wang Xian's hand.

The spear blade trembled slightly, as if it was also sensing the impending danger.

Wang Xian's eyes were like torches, trying to penetrate the thick fog and explore the hidden threats in it.

However, before Wang Xian could notice anything, several huge tentacles quickly emerged from the fog like ghosts, aiming directly at Mu Li's men.

The surface of these tentacles was covered with sticky black mucus, emitting a disgusting stench. Each one was as thick as a bucket and had amazing power.

Wherever the tentacles went, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Mu Li's men were terrified and waved their magic weapons in panic, trying to resist this sudden attack.

But their resistance seemed so powerless in front of these powerful tentacles, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A tentacle instantly wrapped around one of Mu Li's 'Immortal Venerable' subordinates. The subordinate struggled desperately, his face full of fear and despair, and he screamed miserably: "Save me! Save me!"

Wang Xian saw this, his eyes were stern, and he flashed without hesitation, rushing towards the tentacle like a black lightning.

Puff!

The sharp gun blade cut off the tentacle, and the subordinate fell heavily to the ground, still in shock.

However, this was just the beginning, more tentacles came from all directions like a tide, surrounding Wang Xian, Mu Li and his subordinates.

For Wang Xian, these tentacles were not strong, but for Mu Li and his seriously injured subordinates, each tentacle was fatal! (End of this chapter)