I, the Emperor of Heaven return

"Wow!" In the sky, the cold evil altar released a terrible forbidden force, covering everyone.

At this moment, everyone felt a stagnation in their chest, as if they were suffocating.

Everyone's face froze instantly, obviously not expecting that the forbidden power released by the altar was so terrible.

"Everyone, hurry into the altar!" At this time, Hua Yiru shouted loudly. ,

Nie Tian reacted, and the Star Soul Wings appeared behind him, directly sweeping Hua Yiru up and rushing towards the altar.

"Puff!" Then, his figure hit the restriction, and his body shook suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. ,

However, he still broke through the restriction, took a step, and his figure fell on a huge ice pillar of the altar.

The people below reacted and rushed over.

The power of the restriction was very strong, but it was not fatal.

Most people broke through the restriction and entered the altar.

However, everyone was injured, even Guigu Zhushi and others were injured by the power of the restriction.

It is obvious that the power of the restriction is a force with sensing ability. The stronger the strength of the warrior, the stronger the impact of the restriction.

"Humph!" Yi Mo sneered when he saw everyone entering the altar, and said solemnly: "You enter the cold evil altar, which is equivalent to sending yourself to death!"

"A mere first-level near-saint, what a big mouth!" At this time, a voice laughed wildly, and then a figure soared into the sky and rushed directly towards Yi Mo.

"Patriarch Mu!" Everyone's eyes suddenly condensed, and they saw clearly that the figure was Mu Xinghe, the patriarch of the Mu family.

Mu Xinghe is a ninth-level pseudo-saint, but his momentum at the moment is not strong, as if he was greatly suppressed.

"Looking for death!" Yi Mo's eyes flashed, extremely cold, and said two words coldly.

"Swish!" Then, a cold evil blade condensed by cold air appeared, extremely sharp, whistling past, and directly attacked Mu Xinghe.

"Hmm?" Mu Xinghe was in midair when he suddenly realized something was wrong. His eyes trembled and he cried out in shock.

At this moment, he realized that his strength was suppressed and he could not use it at all.

"Puff!" The next moment, before he had time to react, the cold blade pierced his chest directly. He trembled and fell down.

"Patriarch!" A warrior of the Mu family saw this and screamed. He flew over and caught Mu Xinghe.

Mu Xinghe stabilized his body. Half of his body was instantly stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

In the moment of life and death, he moved aside a little, otherwise he would be killed directly by the cold blade.

Others looked very embarrassed when they saw this scene.

Mu Xinghe's strength was definitely at the top level among everyone, but he was completely vulnerable. How could everyone not be shocked?

"Hmph! Once you enter the Cold Evil Altar, you will be suppressed by the altar's restrictions. Even if you are a saint, you cannot exert the strength of a semi-saint!" At this time, Yi Mo's voice sounded, saying coldly.

Everyone's face changed, and then they sensed their martial bodies, and their expressions became even more horrified.

The power of the restrictions in the altar was too strong, and it actually suppressed everyone's strength below the semi-saint.

And Yi Mo is a first-level near-saint, and his strength is obviously not suppressed, and it seems to have improved a lot.

He is a member of the Cold Evil Wing Clan, and of course he will not be suppressed by the Cold Evil Altar.

"This is bad!" Everyone's expression trembled, and many people began to scream.

At this time, even if all of them were tied together, they could not be Yi Mo's opponent.

They entered the Cold Evil Altar, and it seemed that they had fallen into a trap.

"Nie Tian, ​​I told you that you shouldn't have come." At this time, Yi Mo looked at Nie Tian, ​​with a sharp cold light in his eyes, and said: "What about now? Even if you break the soul of the Xuanbing Giant, you still can't stop me!" "Even if I don't kill you, you will be slowly tortured to death by the forbidden power of the altar." As he said, he shook his head, with some regret on his face, and said to Nie Tian: "You once saved my life, I don't want to kill you. But you shouldn't stop me, you shouldn't stand in my way." "I hope you're still alive when I open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll." After saying that, he stopped looking at Nie Tian. He really didn't want to kill Nie Tian, ​​but if Nie Tian wanted to stop him from opening the Cold Evil Blood Scroll, he would still kill him. Let the Cold Evil Wing Clan rise up, this is his mission, and opening the Cold Evil Blood Scroll is the first step in completing his mission. He will kill whoever stands in his way! "Yi Mo, in order to open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll, are you going to kill so many innocent people in the Holy Soul Domain?" Nie Tian looked at Yi Mo and spoke solemnly. "I don't want to kill anyone, but for the sake of the Hansha Wing Clan, I have to do this!" Yi Mo growled, his face revealing an unconcealable pain.

He is not a murderer, but he will do anything to revive the Hansha Wing Clan!

"Asshole!" Nie Tian's eyes darkened and he roared.

In order to revive the Hansha Wing Clan, Yi Mo has become crazy.

Yi Mo no longer paid attention to Nie Tian, ​​but moved towards the Holy Realm Seed on the Tao Platform.

Next, he would use the Holy Realm Seed to open the Hansha Blood Scroll.

At this time, everyone clearly felt that the power of the restriction in the altar space was getting stronger and stronger.

If the power of restraint continues to become stronger, everyone will be oppressed to death.

Everyone looked up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.

At this time, no one dared to take action against Yi Mo again.

It seemed that they could only watch helplessly as Yi Mo opened the Cold Evil Blood Scroll.

High in the sky, Yi Mo looked at the Holy World Seeds with wild eyes, as if he had seen the bright future of the Han Evil Wing Clan.

Then, he opened his palms, and a bloody vortex appeared in his palms, with streaks of red light constantly pouring out of the vortex.

Soon, the red halo in the sky condensed together to form a huge blood book.

That blood book is the most sacred object of the Hansha Wing Clan: the Hansha Blood Scroll!

And at the moment when the Cold Evil Blood Scroll appeared, a bloody glow appeared, instantly filling the altar.

At this moment, everyone felt their chests sink, and the heavy pressure made them suffocate.

"Ancestors of the Cold Evil Wing Clan, please protect me and open the Cold Evil Blood Scroll!" Yi Mo held the Cold Evil Blood Scroll with a solemn expression, and slowly sent the Cold Evil Blood Scroll into the seeds of the Holy World.

At this moment, Nie Tian's evil eyes suddenly trembled, and he saw a pair of cold evil eyes appearing on the cold evil blood scroll.

"It's those evil eyes!" The sudden scene made Nie Tian's face change suddenly, and he screamed out in shock.

In the past, he had seen a pair of evil eyes. It was these evil eyes that made his eyes bleed, and the extremely demon-destroying mark appeared on his face. ,

But at this moment, those evil eyes actually appeared on the cold evil blood scroll!