Chapter 2370 Destroying the Altar (1/2)

"Chidi volunteered to become a heavenly slave and sacrificed himself to help the empress accomplish that great thing." Prajna's soul-stirring face showed admiration without concealment. Those who dared to sacrifice themselves for great things and to exchange a better future for more people were worthy of her admiration. Zhang Ruochen said, "It is not easy for a cultivator to go from a mortal to a life-or-death state. Is it worth sacrificing just like that?" "It's worth it." "Even the empress herself is not sure whether Taishang is still alive. Perhaps his sacrifice is not worthwhile at all." Prajna said firmly, "Even if it is only a one in ten thousand chance, it is worth it. If my death can play a role in rescuing Taishang, I will sacrifice my life without hesitation and have no regrets." "Just like when you sacrificed yourself to Chi Yao?" Zhang Ruochen said. Prajna said, "I don't know what you are talking about." "It seems that you really have lost a lot of memory." Zhang Ruochen said. Prajna said: "I don't care which memory you want me to remember, but I know that everything the queen did was right. She carries a heavy responsibility, and her heart is stronger than anyone else, able to face all the honor and disgrace in the world calmly."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are not as good as her, not as strong as her, and not as determined as her. You still don't know how to go in the future."

"Really?" Zhang Ruochen seemed to ask himself.

"Do you have a dream?"

"Do you have a lofty and grand goal?"

"Have you ever thought about what kind of life you should live in the future?"

"You don't, you are just walking the path that others want you to walk. The path that the old ministers of Shengming want you to walk, the path that the Moon God wants you to walk, the path that the Blood Queen wants you to walk, the path that the Blood God of War wants you to walk..."

"But I am different. I always understand what I want to do, what I am doing, and what the meaning of cultivation is."

Qi Yang, who was kneeling beside him, finally understood the meaning of "the more you know, the faster you die". His skin was shaking all over, and he felt that he was about to die.

What do these secrets have to do with him?

He didn't want to know at all.

If I had known earlier, I would not have entered the death altar, let alone the world of Prajna's true self.

Now, I can't escape even if I want to.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to take advantage of Prajna. These two people were old acquaintances, maybe even old lovers.

"Your Highness Prajna, Great Saint Ruochen, you two are both people with great magical powers, why don't you erase this memory of mine? If it doesn't work, erase all my memories, so that I won't know anything!" Qi Yang begged.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and remained silent.

Prajna sighed: "Emperor Chi doesn't know that you are cooperating with the Empress. Before he became a heavenly slave, he received the task of dying in my hands and trying his best to cooperate with me to win the first place in the Hunting Heaven Battle."

Zhang Ruochen finally opened his eyes, emitting a blazing light, and said: "Can you kill the Great Saint in the realm of one thousand deaths and one life?"

"With my cultivation alone, I certainly can't kill the Great Saint in the realm of one thousand deaths and one life. However, I can use the Heavenly Plate of Destiny to control this death altar and combine the power of three hundred Great Saints of the Dead Clan. That power is enough to kill anyone on the Hunting Heaven battlefield." Prajna had an aura of no one else but me, as strong as a mountain.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The gods' thoughts are all paying attention to the Hunting Heaven battlefield. No matter how realistic your play is, there will definitely be gods who can see the clues." Prajna said: "So this battle must be fought on the seventh dark star. The energy contained in the seventh dark star is huge, enough to avoid the eyes of the gods of all realms, and can also deceive the perception and calculation of the gods." "What if the spirit power of the gods is strong enough?" Zhang Ruochen said. Prajna shook her head slightly and said: "Impossible! The distance between the Hunting Heaven battlefield and the Temple of Destiny is already very far, counting billions of miles, and the perception of the gods is difficult to reach. Coupled with the influence of the energy of the dark star, even the strongest spirit power will lose its effect." "It's not that simple, let me do this!" Zhang Ruochen said. Prajna said: "It is indeed your turn to do it. I will give you all the points. You will definitely be the first in the Hunting Heaven Battle. However, you cannot do it alone. The Death Altar can help you."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were determined, and he shook his head and said: "I told you not to get involved, so don't get involved."

Prajna frowned and said: "You can't be his opponent. If you try to be brave, you will only die. Since you are here, you will go with me, control the Death Altar, and fight for the seventh dark star. As long as you are with me, Emperor Chi will naturally understand your identity. "

"Don't think that the gods of the underworld are so simple. It's better for you and me not to have close contact. Being enemies is good for everyone. "

Zhang Ruochen looked at the white rain in the sky and said: "Let me go. It's time to go. If I don't leave, those who are looking at the eyes of the gods of all realms will think that I really did something to you!"

"By the way! I will think carefully about the questions you asked me. "

...

The death altar is made of more than 1.7 million holy corpses. It is magnificent and majestic, with holy light rising to the sky. Before it is activated, the might it bursts out has already made the holy soul of the Great Sage feel uneasy and trembling.

The strongest man of the dead race, Yuan Fei Great Sage, is a young man who looks quite elegant.

He stood under the death altar, with a proud expression on his body, and said: "Only on the Shuntian battlefield can such a majestic altar be built. If it were anywhere else, I would have to kill all the creatures in the world to build it. . From today on, we, the Dead Race, will dominate the Huntian battlefield."

A purple-haired girl came to the side of the great sage Yuan Fei with a lapis lazuli staff in hand, and reported extremely excitedly: "The death altar has been completed, with a total of 1.79 billion secret patterns burned into it, which can absorb the release of the Dark Star. The dark energy that comes out is converted into attack power and defense power, and now we can enter the dark space and fight against Tiannu."

Around the altar, the great sages of the dead were wildly excited, with looks of anticipation on their faces.

Today, the dead will shock the hunting battlefield, and the monks in the entire hell world will be in awe of them.

Next, you can rely on the power of the death altar to clean up the undead vampire clan and fight against the Yama clan. In the battle of Hunting Sky, the dead clan will have the last laugh after all.

The Great Sage Yuan Fei asked: "Is His Highness Prajna in the altar?"

"exist!"

After thinking for a while, the purple-haired girl added: "Yuan Mo and Qi Yang are also in there."

"What are the two of them doing in there?" Great Sage Yuan Fei asked in confusion.

The inside of the altar is filled with the rules of the holy way and the secret patterns of death. It will be very dangerous for monks who are not familiar with the altar to enter.

"Boom."

A deafening loud noise came from inside the altar.

The earth shook, and the rocky asteroid under the feet of the monks from the upper three tribes was shaken out of its orbit, and the star showed signs of cracking.

Great Sage Yuan Fei's expression changed, and he was about to break into the gray light door under the altar.

"Bang!"

The light door shattered.

There were hundreds of dense space cracks passing through the portal, like inch-long flying knives, hitting the Great Sage Yuan Fei.

too fast!

The great sage Yuan Fei could not avoid it, and five bloody holes were punched in his body.

Fortunately, he unfolded the Supreme Sacred Artifact "The Scroll of Virtual Reality" in time and was not hit by more space cracks.

However, the purple-haired girl standing not far from him was not so lucky. She was hit by dozens of space cracks. Her slender body was beaten like a sieve and was thrown more than ten miles away.

Great Sage Yuan Fei glanced at the purple-haired girl, his face covered with veins, and shouted loudly: "The power of space is Zhang Ruochen's breath. Quick, quick, activate the death altar immediately."

"Boom."

There was another loud noise.

The altar, which was made up of more than 1.7 million holy corpses, shattered into pieces, and the corpses were thrown into the sky like rubble.

The 1.79 billion secret lines of death were broken every inch before they could play their due role.

A powerful space storm, like a tsunami, erupted from the center of the altar, impacting the bodies of nearly 300 great saints of the dead tribe, knocking them all away.

Some muscles and bones were cut by the cracks in the space, and some bodies were dented and deformed by the chaotic space.

"Kaka!"

This rocky asteroid could not withstand the impact of such a powerful force, and cracks appeared and collapsed.

Not only the great sages of the dead, but all of them were stupid!

The great saints of the Nether Clan and the Stone Clan were also at a loss. They didn't know what had happened and were in a panic.

Zhang Ruochen carried a corpse in his hand and flew into the sky from the collapsed altar of death. He was suspended ten thousand feet away from the great sage Yuan Fei and said loudly: "Last time, you three tribes plotted against me and wanted to kill me. Today, I’ll pay it back to you.”

Immediately, he threw the corpse in his hand towards the Great Sage Yuan Fei.

The corpse was wrapped in the Divine Fire of Purification, and when it fell in front of the Great Sage Yuan Fei, it was burned until only the bones of the Great Sage were left.

The great sage Yuan Fei sensed the breath on the corpse, which belonged to Qi Yang.

The Great Sage Yuan Fei's state of mind was extremely profound, but at this moment he was furious, gritting his teeth and said: "Where is the Origin Demon?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't answer him, spread out ten golden wings and flew straight through the air.

The Great Sage of Yuan Fei and the Great Sage of the Dead Clan all took action, unleashing a series of killing holy spells.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen's speed was too fast. After those killing holy spells flew out, Zhang Ruochen was no longer around.

Prajna's face was pale, with bloodstains hanging from the corners of his mouth. He flew out from the ruins of the death altar. He was so weak that he almost fell to the ground and said: "Zhang Ruochen's thirty-six formless and formless transformations are so powerful that he became the Son of the Origin Demon God." It's all my fault that he came back with Qiyang from my eyes. I shouldn't have taken it lightly. I never thought that Zhang Ruochen would be so bold and dare to break into the gathering place of the monks from the upper three tribes. "

The great saints of the Stone Clan and the Nether Clan rushed over one after another. Looking at the destroyed death altar, they were all stunned.

The great sage Yuan Fei suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and comforted him: "I can't blame you. There are many powerful people in the Yama clan who have suffered greatly because of Zhang Ruochen's transformation technique, not to mention Qi Yang who leads the way."

"Qiyang must know that the Son of the Origin Demon God was transformed by Zhang Ruochen. He caused the hard work of all the great saints of our dead clan to be undone. He really deserves to die."

A great saint of the dead race gritted his teeth and said, wishing he could whip the great holy bones on the ground.

Que Fei, who was wearing dark divine armor, said: "Zhang Ruochen destroyed the death altar because he must be worried that we will use the death altar to deal with the undead vampires in the future."

"Since Zhang Ruochen appears here, it means that the battle for the No. 2 Dark Star has ended. The Undead Vampires should have set the No. 7 Dark Star as their next target. We cannot delay it any longer, we must take action immediately."

A great sage from the Stone Tribe said: "Without the Death Altar, what should we do if we encounter Emperor Chi?"

The Great Sage Yuan Fei said: "As long as we from the upper three tribes can mobilize ten Great Perfection Saints of the Hundred Flail Realm and work with me to activate the "Void and Real Word Scroll", it will be enough to trap Emperor Chi for a period of time. You don't have to worry too much. "

Que Fei said: "I just received news that Wujiang has walked out of the underground of the Netherworld's own star. His injuries have been fully recovered. He is rushing to the seventh dark star and will meet us soon."

After hearing the news about Wujiang's imminent arrival, the monks from the Shangsan Tribe regained their morale, which had become somewhat sluggish due to a setback.

"Wujiang's injury healed so quickly, which may not mean he got the chance to get his own star."

"Great! Wujiang has a strong heart. If I come here this time, I will definitely fight Zhang Ruochen again and avenge my previous shame."

"As long as Wujiang comes, even if he encounters Emperor Chi, there will be someone who can contain him."

A top powerhouse represents not only a powerful fighting force, but also the spiritual pillar of countless monks.

Just like Zhang Ruochen is to the Immortal Blood Clan and Luo Shengtian is to the Rakshasa Clan, as long as they are around, the monks of the clan can be full of confidence and fighting spirit.

…

Leaving the broken rock asteroid, Zhang Ruochen went to meet the Sword Prison Emperor.

After flying for a while, Zhang Ruochen found the Sword Prison Emperor in a crimson star mist.

The Sword Prison Emperor had silver hair, a tall figure, and a majestic aura on his body. He asked: "Great Sage Ruochen came back so quickly. How is it? The death altar has been destroyed?"

"Um!"

Zhang Ruochen was still thinking about himself and responded casually.

Suddenly, he noticed something was wrong, his eyes became sharp, he glared at the Sword Prison Emperor, and said: "How do you know about the Death Altar? Who are you?"

"Uh-huh!"

With a flash of his body, Zhang Ruochen instantly crossed a distance of more than ten feet and grabbed the Sword Prison Emperor's neck with his five fingers.

The Shangsan clan has always been operating in secret. Before Zhang Ruochen went to the rocky asteroid, he had no idea that they were building a death altar.

It is even more impossible for the Sword Prison Emperor to know.

With a bang, the Sword Prison Emperor's body exploded into pieces and turned into a ball of crimson gas.

In the gas, a long hair fell down.

"It's actually fake."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised. Although he had been thinking about Prajna's words just now and was a little absent-minded, he could be deceived by using a single hair. This shows that the caster must be a skillful person.

Zhang Ruochen immediately released his mental power to explore the surroundings, but found no ambush, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Twisting the hair, rules of truth appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes. He raised his head and looked around, saying: "It turns out to be you. Your Thousand Illusion Techniques have become even better. Come out!"