Reference 2297 The Control Center, the Curse Covering the Immortal Island, the Curse Family

Reference 2297 The control center, the curse that covers the immortal island, the blood of the curse family

After testing Mingyue Wuxia, Chu Kuangren looked at the bronze altar.

The altar had a vast breath.

The above runes are extremely ancient. During the time when Chu Kuangren traveled in the Ancestral Land of Humanity, he had seen some similar runes.

This is likely to be from the original ancient rune of the Terran.

I just don't know what the meaning of this rune is.

Chu Kuangren's figure flashed and came to the altar, and there was no such thing as a rune prohibition on the altar, so he easily stood on it.

In the center of the altar, there is a stone pillar.

There is also a hole in the pillar.

It seems to be used to place something.

"Master, the size of this hole is exactly the same as that of the ancestor of the sword."

Xiao Ai's voice sounded.

Thoughtfully, Chu Kuangren took out the ancestor of the sword, and then slowly inserted it into the hole. Immediately, the entire altar shook.

Not far away, Mingyue's flawless eyes flashed.

"Oh, the secret of the altar was discovered so quickly."

hum!

The vibration of the altar made a strange fluctuation, and the void was like a lake with stones thrown into a circle of ripples.

Chu Kuangren stood on the altar with the ancestor of the sword in hand.

The power of the Great Dao in the body runs wildly independently.

In my mind, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind.

"This altar is the control center of the entire immortal island! Once refining this altar, it is equivalent to refining the entire immortal island and becoming the island's owner!"

There was a hint of surprise in Chu Kuangren's eyes.

You must know that this immortal island contains countless resources. If it can be refined, it will be a huge opportunity.

At that time, sitting on the entire immortal island, why worry that Pangu Sect has no resources?

If you want to refine the immortal island, you must have the ancestor of the sword and the altar.

Both are indispensable.

Chu Kuangren obtained the ancestor of the sword through the Nine Treasures of Humanity, and now he has found this altar in this ancestral mausoleum. Who else does this island owner give up? !

"Destiny, it really is in me!"

Chu Kuangren was in high spirits and began to try refining the altar.

During this process, the entire ancestral tomb was shaken, and all the monks in the ancestral tomb, including Mingyue Wuxia, were teleported outside.

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outside the ancestral mausoleum.

The monks looked at each other.

"What happened? How did we get teleported out."

"Strange."

"Could it be related to Chu Kuangren?"

They don't know about the altar, but they have guesses.

"Hey, this Chu madman is really amazing. He killed so many king seeds one after another, and got the blood of the ancestors."

"The biggest gain this time is him."

"Let's look around in Xiandao and see if there are other opportunities."

The ancestral mausoleum has been closed, except for the Chu Kuangren who are refining the altar inside, the rest cannot enter at all, and everyone has no choice but to give up.

However, Xiandao has a huge range.

Among them, there are also many opportunities.

There may even be a king-level opportunity, and everyone did not leave immediately.

fairy island.

On a certain mountain peak, a monk wearing a black robe looked at the monks who were teleported out, and there was a strange color in his eyes.

"They all came out?"

At this moment, a crow flew onto his arm, and the crow's eyes were blood red, and looked at his strange purple eyes.

After a while, the black-robed cultivator was stunned.

There was even more shock in the depths of his eyes, "I didn't expect the situation to develop to such a level, it's really surprising."

"Chu Kuangren is indeed an extremely troublesome guy, but since he's here, it's absolutely impossible for me to leave empty-handed."

"The arrogance of the human race, prepare to face the fear from the cursed blood!"

He smiled, and a strange purple rune was suspended in his palm, with a faint halo flowing on it, beautiful and strange.

…………

Many monks who traveled and explored in the immortal island felt a strangeness. These days, their power is constantly weakening.

Not only that, they, who had already become immortals and even detached, felt a sense of weakness like a sickness at this moment.

"Ah, hell, why did you suddenly sneeze?"

"You too? I've been sneezing in the past few days, as if I caught a cold when I was a mortal. I've become an immortal."

"Could it be poisoning?"

"I do not know."

time flies.

Everyone's sense of weakness is getting stronger and stronger.

From the original sneeze to the now dizzy and weak limbs, many monks gathered together to discuss the solution.

"I checked and there is no sign of poisoning."

After a cultivator specializing in medicine had checked everyone's body, he was already sweating profusely, and when they heard his words, everyone became even more puzzled.

"How could this happen, if it wasn't for poisoning, then I know how there is such a strong sense of weakness, why is this?"

"It's not poisoning, how can everyone have the same symptoms?"

"It must be the old man

The poisonous snake I killed before must have its poison in my body, damn it. "

"No, except for the human race, the rest of the creatures have no symptoms at all. Could this toxin still pick people?"

"No, it's not poison?"

Some monks wanted to understand something, looked at the weak human monks who fell to the ground, gritted their teeth and said, "This is a curse!!"

curse? !

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"What's going on? How could it be a curse, who did it?"

"Damn, this curse is unexpectedly unknowing."

Time goes on and on.

When they found the reason why everyone was so abnormal, everyone immediately found a monk who specialized in rune and incantation.

This is a monk with strange runes painted on his body.

He is a genius in the Holy Land of the Human Race, and is good at the way of curses.

But now, like everyone else, he is weak and weak, his face is pale, and the situation is not much better.

"The cultivator who gave this curse is extremely clever, the most incredible among the people I have ever seen in my life."

"It's the first time I've seen such a curse method to be able to cast a curse on such a large scale without even being discovered by me."

said the monk.

In words, even he was helpless.

"Haha, all the arrogances of the human race, stay safe."

at this time.

A laughter sounded above everyone, and in the void, a monk in a black robe came out.

His breath is very strange, and everyone can't see his origin.

But definitely not the human race.

"This curse has something to do with you?"

Mingyue said indifferently.

"Naturally, how does this blood curse method feel?"

The black-robed man sneered.

"how did you do it?"

There are monks who are good at the way of curses.

The man in black robe sneered, "How can the cultivation method of my curse clan be understood by a human clan who has learned a few hands of the triangular cat curse kung fu."

"The cursed people!"

"Is it the person of the curse family who is best at the way of curses in the heavens?!"

"I heard that among the Curse Clan, the strongest king seed of the time is called Xue Huo, and he is also on the Supreme List. Is that you?!"

The man in black robe didn't hide it, and said with a faint smile: "Yes, I am the blood temptation! Remember this name, this will become the biggest fear of the human race!"