Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

These people were lying or sitting one by one, completely in a coma!

"I see!"

The purple-haired man standing in the air looked at this scene, the corners of his eyes shrank suddenly, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's going on with these people?" Lu Zhen looked at the scene in the center of the altar with horror on his face.

"They...are already dead!" Hong Feiyu said with a gloomy face.

"What?"

Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao were shocked when they heard the words, their faces full of horror!

Whoosh!

Hong Feiyu didn't even say hello, and directly flew up to the altar and landed beside those warriors.

Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao also rushed up, their eyes twitched wildly when they looked at it intently, their expressions changed drastically!

These ten or so warriors were originally living geniuses with flesh and blood, but now they are like trees that have withered for a long time, turning into concrete skeletons!

"Hiss!" Xiang Hao gasped, his heart shaking violently.

"How is it possible? They couldn't stay in the white light for only one or two breaths, and they didn't even make a sound. They just... died?"

Lu Zhen was terrified. If he didn't know more about the costumes and identities of these warriors, he would even doubt whether these were the people who entered the martial arts realm with him.

But now there is no doubt that these people are the dozen or so warriors who just charged up the altar.

"Be careful! This white light is very strange!"

Hong Feiyu subconsciously reminded that Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao took a few steps back as if they were electrocuted, and their hearts were extremely vigilant.

Just now they watched the white light spread, covering the second wave of warriors, and then the white light faded away, and these people fell silently.

However, the situation they were worried about did not appear. After the white light converged, it did not spread again, as if it had fallen into silence.

This made their vigilance recede a little bit, but they still felt a little chills down their spines.

"Hiss! I understand!"

Su Wan outside the altar suddenly let out an exclamation, causing Jiang Tian, ​​Yun Xianghan and others to look at her.

Even the three daughters of Wuji Palace looked at her with surprise on their faces.

Su Wan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "If I'm not mistaken, it's very likely that it's some kind of magic circle that confines the soul!"

"Imprison the soul?" Jiang Tian frowned.

In terms of knowledge and experience, the current him is still somewhat behind Su Wan.

After all, this woman has practiced in Qingtianzong for a period of time, so she must have read many rare martial arts classics.

"That's right! To imprison the god, or seal it up!" Su Wan nodded heavily, and raised her hand to point directly at the white light of Tuanzhang Xu Da in the center of the altar.

"In that white light, there is likely to be the soul of a strong man sealed!"

"Can this explain the existence of the two restrictions of the giant sword and the thunderbolt?" Yun Xianghan said intently with his eyes moving.

"If this is the case, that is to say, the soul of the strong man sealed in this altar has awakened, and the dozen or so warriors who died just now have become the nourishment for his recovery?"

Jiang Tian frowned and said in a deep voice.

"It's a bit strange!" Yue Nian frowned and said, "If it's as you guessed, why did this strong man take great pains to set up two barriers, a giant sword and a thunderbolt? You know, if it weren't for the gathering of so many super geniuses here, most people wouldn't have The ability to break them, let alone come here, didn't the strong man in this altar set up a dead end for himself?"

The meaning of Yue Nian is very simple. Since the "powerful spirit" that may exist in this altar needs to be sacrificed by a living person to wake up, why does he have to set up such complicated two barriers?

Wouldn't it be better to expose the altar directly?

That way, maybe more fighters will rush over and become the nourishment for his recovery.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Jiang Tian shook his head and said, "We still don't know whether this strong man's soul is sealed here voluntarily or even by himself, or forced or imprisoned by powerful enemies?"

"Huh?" Yue Nian's eyes twitched.

"It makes sense!" Song Xianglan nodded heavily.

Jiang Tian focused on the altar, and continued: "Leave these things aside, how do you know that the real meaning of the existence of the giant sword and the thunder plasma barrier is not to select powerful and talented geniuses and eliminate those with low cultivation bases? existence?"

Hiss!

Hearing what Jiang Tian said, everyone's faces changed, and they all felt shuddering.

That's right, if it's as Su Wan guessed, for that strong man to recover his soul, the higher the level of nourishment he needs, the better.

Under such circumstances, of course he had to set a certain threshold to weed out those who were not popular, and finally, through layers of screening, left those who had monstrous aptitudes and outstanding talents for him to devour.

"Of course, we can't deduce this question, and it doesn't make much sense to pursue it. The biggest suspense now is whether Su Wan's guess is accurate!"

With a flick of his figure, Jiang Tian rushed up to the altar.

Whoosh whoosh!

Su Wan, Yun Xianghan, Yue Nianming and Song Xianglan also followed, and the three daughters of the Promise Palace also plundered the altar almost at the same time.

The reason why they didn't act in a hurry was because the situation was unclear before.

Even if the opportunity on the altar really fell into the hands of the warriors in front, it would be effortless to snatch it with their strength.

"Taixu Martial Realm" is so mysterious, and the restrictions here are so complicated, if the so-called "chance" really exists, it is impossible to recognize the master and disappear in an instant.

The more powerful the opportunity, the less it can be grasped in an instant.

In this case, of course, whoever is stronger will have a greater chance.

At this moment, Qing Tianzong is the most warrior camp on the altar, Jiang Tian, ​​Su Wan, Yun Xiangchi, Yue Mingian and Song Xianglan, there are as many as five people!

After experiencing all kinds of great changes in the "Taixu Martial Realm", it is unexpected and extremely unpredictable that this relatively weakest group can save so many people.

The other two sides, Wuji Palace and True Fire Palace, have three people, but in terms of hard power, neither of these two sides is weaker than the Qingtianzong camp, and even stronger.

At this time, the three members of the True Fire Hall were in the center, the three women of the Promise Palace were on the right, and the five members of the Qingtian Sect headed by Jiang Tian were on the left.

"Spiritual formation! This must be a spiritual formation!" Hong Feiyu's face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed!

"What?"

"Soul formation?"

Lu Zhen and Xiang Hao were shocked when they heard the words, their faces changed wildly, and their eyes were full of horror.

The background of the True Fire Palace is not worse than that of the Promise Palace. How could they not know about things that Su Wan could guess.

"But why, this ball of white light hasn't completely disappeared?" Xiang Hao frowned, looking confused.

"The reason is simple! The existence in the white light has not absorbed enough nutrients. The blood and spiritual power of these people are not enough to support its awakening!"

Lu Zhen smiled coldly, subconsciously turned to the Qingtianzong warrior on the left from the corner of his eyes.