Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

At the same time, Su Zhou was having a meeting in the camp.

Kunlun Day Camp is a portable data center that is very easy to set up. The components are transported by armed transport helicopters and assembled after arriving at the destination.

The two saints, Counting Saint and Carpenter Saint, are here to monitor the aura messages in all the ruins.

When Su Zhou arrived, the two holy seats were arguing, and he couldn't help but listen curiously—but the result was rather disappointing. It wasn't a big event worth gossiping at all. Violence may cause damage to the entrance to the cave, and even cause uncontrolled abnormalities.

But the craftsman who specializes in various spiritual weapon formations sneered at this: "Your home keys will also damage the lock cylinder if you open the door. It's just a matter of degree. Or are you planning to continue to delay for ten days and a half months? Get it in the ruins as soon as possible." If we know the whereabouts of the gods and their past plans, we can make follow-up plans.”

"Every second of delay now may be made up with blood later."

The arrival of Su Zhou caused the two holy seats to temporarily stop their quarrel - in fact, there was nothing to quarrel about, because the plan had already been made, and the two sides just vented their dissatisfaction with each other.

After all, the holy seat is also a human being, with its own emotions and tendencies, but under the system of the supervision of the saints, their names are covered up, and only the sanctified name remains, so they appear high and mysterious.

Shusheng is a middle-aged man dressed in very ordinary clothes, about forty or fifty years old, with a deep temperament and deep-set eyes, while Carpenter Sheng looks less than forty years old, with a very chic and unrestrained temperament, with a pair of The black-rimmed glasses probably belonged to the youngest generation of the Holy See—but if Su Zhou also became the Holy See in the future, then he would be the youngest.

Su Zhou's report was obviously very important, and he also took advantage of the fact that something was wrong with the Kunlun ruins and the sudden heavy snowfall, he directly raised the idea that 'there may be evil spirits suppressed inside the ruins'.

"It may be that the old fairy gods suppressed the enemies in their headquarters, and probably because the opportunity to evacuate was relatively tight, they did not have time to kill these suppressed enemies-or they thought that the severance of the spiritual energy would make them die naturally, And this is the cruelest punishment."

In the camp, Su Zhou talked eloquently: "It may be that the spiritual energy revived, causing some things inside the ruins to become refined and give birth to new life—or both. For example, it is like my dragon blood, It will attract other dragon species to gather, and if the big monsters are indeed suppressed inside, then now that the ruins have been gradually opened, there will definitely be some monsters with similar bloodlines around the Kunlun Mountain ruins."

"It is indeed very possible, and it is worthy of vigilance."

The idea proposed by Su Zhou has also been thought of by other professors, but the weight proposed by him is not at the same level as that proposed by others. What's more, Su Zhou himself has dragon blood. Who knows if there will be any mutual induction? Woolen cloth?

But vigilance is vigilance, and exploration still needs to be explored. Just in time, Su Zhou had already arrived, so Bai Canglang took over the conversation and told Su Zhou the rituals and methods of opening the ruins.

"Originally, the method obtained by the Dao Ji Bureau based on the inheritance of ancient books is to condense the inherited blood of ten different pseudo-dao practitioners into keys, and slowly open all the forbidden doors of the secret realm. This is an orthodox method. The disadvantage is that it is too fast. Slow, I don’t know why the verification speed of the secret realm is nearly ten times slower than the theory, it takes nearly a hundred days, it is probably dusty for thousands of years, and the formation is a bit slow.”

"The Carpenter Saint doesn't intend to wait so long. He wants to rely on the authority key he already has to crack all the way to the past, and by the way master the authority of the formation of the entire secret realm-although there is no danger in theory, after all, we already have the key. It would trigger countermeasures, but it does risk compromising the integrity of the formation."

Ten kinds of high-level demon blood with internal inheritance, that is, the blood of divine beasts such as real dragon blood and white tiger blood, should have been easy to get together in ancient times, but in the modern age when the pseudo-dao is dying, it is very difficult.

Especially the designated 'Dragon's Blood', they couldn't find a qualified one at all. Fortunately, Su Zhou appeared and relieved the urgent need. Otherwise, they would have to try to see if Jiaoxue could be accommodated.

"There is no problem, but what if it doesn't work?"

It's just a little blood, Su Zhou doesn't care, the essence of a superhuman is actually the coagulation of supernatural elements, and nothing can be researched by just taking blood - he just thought, there is no inheritance in his blood, whether it meets or not request?

Bai Canglang froze for a moment, feeling that Su Zhou was joking: "How is it possible, Professor Su, just look at your own current strength, how could it be useless."

"How dare you question the power of my blood?!"

At the same time, feeling Su Zhou's doubts in his heart, Yala's breath swelled in Su Zhou's ears, making Su Zhou feel extremely itchy in his ears: "Let me just say that, if you dare to use that formation, Rejecting my blood will only prove that its level is not enough!"

"In the end, you can't be sure!"

But even if it didn't work, Su Zhou wasn't nervous. Ten minutes later, he had already taken a helicopter and arrived at the entrance of the Kunlun Secret Realm.

The entrance to the Kunlun Secret Realm is located on the top of a mountain in the real Kunlun Mountains.

In the mountains with an altitude of several thousand meters, steep and steep peaks and majestic snow-capped mountains are clustered together. It can be seen that the top of the tallest mountain has been surrounded by white clouds, as if the upper end has entered the heaven and no longer remains. in the world.

Layers of water-like translucent ripples reverberate in the space above the mountain, and behind these hazy ripples, there is another vast phantom of the world, which is projected across the infinitely distant time and space, mirrored here.

"This feels a bit like a small portal opened by the engraving of the gods."

Su Zhou felt the familiarity of the lightning standing above the clouds, and he couldn't help nodding his head: "The earth used to be full of such space-time passages leading to another world? What a wonderful world structure. "

Without too much emotion, Su Zhou went to the location of the ceremony.

The blood of the other nine kinds of divine beasts has been gathered together and turned into nine clusters of lingering hazy auras, spinning and hovering above the key array.

Surrounded by a group of researchers from the Taoist Disciplinary Bureau, Su Zhou came to the array shaped like a pentagon. He picked up the ritual knife, cut his wrist neatly, dripped a few drops of blood, and sank into the array.

The small knife was unexpectedly sharp. Although Su Zhou had to use a little force to cut it in, he was able to cut it anyway. According to the explanation of the craftsman at the side, it was a small god forged according to the ancient method of "Zhanxiantai" beheading knife. Bing, the ordinary indestructible body of diamond, can't block it at all, and it will be broken directly with a light swipe.

The fact that Su Zhou's body needed to use force had already surprised him enough. If it wasn't for the inappropriate atmosphere, he would have rushed forward to pinch it with his own hands to see how strong the body was.

Su Zhou's blue-purple spiritual blood floated above the formation disk, and the hazy aura overflowed from it, sublimated into a light mist, which could be vaguely seen, and there were huge hazy phantoms like dragon snakes hovering in it, just like the sky in the void of the deep sea. The giant shadow in the middle, it tossed for a moment, let out a long moan, and then slowly sank into the array.

As for the other nine kinds of spiritual blood, it was not until Su Zhou's blood disappeared that they manifested visions one after another—the roar of the fierce tiger, the cry of the phoenix of the divine bird, and the sounds of various other mysterious beasts could be heard.

Bai Canglang couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He didn't see the vision of Su Zhou's bloodline just now, which dragon it represents... But judging from the priority, Su Zhou's bloodline is obviously higher than that of the white tiger, one of the four sacred beasts.

"Ying Long? Candle Dragon? Is it really Lei Ze Dragon God? According to the records, there are only a few blood descendants of dragon snakes that can be higher than the white tiger... But if it is, it can be explained , why he practiced Lei Ze's way so smoothly."

Although Bai Canglang accidentally guessed one of the original correct answers, he didn't have time to think about it.

Hum—a sound like the buzzing of a big bell resounded through the sky.

The door of the Kunlun Secret Realm, which satisfies the opening ceremony, finally slowly opened—and Yala nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the formation of the Kunlun Secret Realm is indeed qualified.

The dense ripples that shrouded the lightning cracked the first layer of cracks.

Immediately, a burst of icy spiritual energy overflowed from the secret realm, setting off a gust of wind from bottom to top, straight into the sky—for a moment, the originally thick snow clouds were washed away, and the dim orange light of the setting sun overflowed from it, splitting into Xiaguang.

The incomparably thick aura has intoxicated most of the researchers. It feels like being soaked in the most comfortable temperature bathtub, and the filth inside and outside the body is swept away.

But not everyone is addicted to this kind of pleasure. The digital saint who monitors all the data in real time frowned: "The data is wrong, even with the nonsense method of the craftsman saint, the speed is too fast!"

And as the maker of the plan, Saint Craftsman is naturally very clear-he is not the kind of person who thinks his plan is going well and gets carried away. The formation has almost no resistance, even if I break it... it is really not normal."

Su Zhou didn't know about the data, he just followed the crack in the dense fluctuations that seemed to lead to the other end, staring seriously, trying to see clearly what was behind it.

It was a series of slightly dilapidated pavilions, and palaces that were almost collapsed.

And... a huge shadow flashing across the sky!

Inside the Kunlun Ruins.

In a palace that has long been dilapidated, but is still largely intact.

A huge shadow descended from a high altitude, transformed in midair, turned into a human form, and stepped into the palace.

The ancient Kunlun Shrine, based on chalcedony, even if it collapsed due to sudden changes in the world, it will never collapse naturally as long as it does not encounter a battle with the strong.

The sound of crisp footsteps resounded, and the whole palace spontaneously lit up with fluorescence due to the fluctuation of aura.

In the deepest part of the palace, there is a dark and bottomless cave that seems to lead to another world.

The huge hole was suppressed by numerous seals and seals. Even though it was gradually destroyed by the latecomers in the past thousands of years, it still shone with a frightening divine light. A palm print that looked like a human palm and a tiger's palm was used as the symbol of the seal. The core is overflowing with the air of hardware that seems to be able to cut and destroy everything.

Before the seal, the figure stopped and neighed in a clumsy tone, as if it was another language.

Belongs to the strange language.

"I smell the blood of the dragon, and the blood of other beasts... The survivors of the fairy world have begun to reopen the gate of the Kunlun realm."

Its tone was tinged with anxiety: "When will you come over? They are the heirs of the orthodox rulers of this realm, and the rights they have invaded according to the method you taught will be taken away soon."

"Don't worry, don't be afraid."

A deep thought came from the other side of the huge hole, and it comforted the figure: "As long as we mobilize all kinds of barriers that exist in the Kunlun realm, they won't be able to detect what's wrong in this world so quickly. Cover it up well." The seal at your place, slowly unseal it, we will come eventually, give you freedom, and avenge your ancestors."

"Freedom..." The figure lowered its head and repeated those words: "Revenge."

Immediately, a kind of black hatred seemed to come from the blood, and it recalled many unbearable memories, those memories that were cramped and boned, marrow and brain were extracted, and power was extracted in the most vicious and vicious way, covering all the thinking areas of its brain.

Those terrifying upright apes extracted their power, turned into their forms, and hunted down their kind...

After a while, it regained its composure.

"good."

After a while, the figure walked out of the palace, raised its head, and then turned into a huge shadow, straight into the sky.

It flew above the sky, looking down at this vast world.

The long river hangs down from the top of the mountain, sparkling with sparkling light, and there are dense peach forests beside the vast fairyland. The old peach trees withered trees are in spring, and under the nourishment of the long-lost spiritual energy, they grow new buds.

On the overlapping mountains, dense vegetation and towering rocks are all over the place. They are layered on top of each other, forming large areas of dense forests like carapace scales, clustered on the land between the mountains.

But those are not mountains.

But corpses.

The huge shadow looks down on the world, and its divine eyes can clearly distinguish that those seemingly towering peaks are actually huge skeletons that are unimaginably huge—dragon skeletons thousands of meters long, mountain-like. The towering tiger bones and the gentle slope of the round-topped mountain, under the cover of layers of soil, are actually a gigantic tortoise shell.

Their corpses constitute this world, this secret realm.

This is the secret place of Kunlun, the place of all gods.

Myriad monsters...the place of bones.

The huge shadow landed again, on top of a 'mountain'. From a distance, the mountain as a whole looked like a huge bird fell to its death.

In fact, it is true.

The shadow transformed into a human form again, and landed on the top of the bird bone mountain, next to a broken blue glazed orb.

That's exactly where it was born sixteen years ago.

This young figure is a bit too much, it can even be regarded as a 'delicate' figure, standing next to its own birthplace, it squats in place in a daze, hugging its knees, thinking hard.

This time, in its memory, the dark hatred and memories once again emerged.

But this time, the scene in memory was completely different from before, even the opposite.

It was the memory of countless upright hairless naked apes, devoured by huge monsters as prey - they were chewed to pieces, their brains were sucked out, and the tribal camp that was finally built was fanned by a burning firebird The wings were completely reduced to ashes.

Some people resisted under the leadership of the leader, and some people could only flee in embarrassment.

But the same thing is hatred—the purest hatred, which seems to ignite from every part of the blood and bone marrow.

So they spent an incomparably long time imitating the power of those giant beasts, using their bloodlines to fight against them, and even transformed themselves into the giant beasts they hated to knock down another giant beast.

"This is, human...revenge."

It muttered to itself: "This is the 'demon'."

In the blood, there are two completely different and completely opposite memories, making it painful to think: "The voices of the black giant hole are not credible, they are just using me to open the seal...but they are my The only external information that can be accepted.”

"But which side do I belong to? Am I the 'descendant of the divine bird' they call, or am I a descendant of a race called human beings who have taken the power of the divine bird?"

"Those survivors from the fairy world... what do you think?"