The Most Violent Upgrade

The moment Wang Yu's body fell on the altar, the whole altar underwent a strange change. At that time, Wang Yu had just died and there was still fresh blood on his body.

Under the nourishment of this blood, the whole altar seemed to be rejuvenated.

The altar was covered with many strange lines, and as the blood flowed, each line emitted a bright red and strange light.

This scene made Du Yuesheng frowned involuntarily, he had a vague premonition.

However, at this time, everyone was thinking about the small words on the altar: flesh and blood sacrifices to open the door, and the endless treasures are up to you!

Their eyes were red, as if they had seen a huge pile of endless treasures in front of them. Everyone's eyes radiated a green light that only beasts could have.

However, Du Yuesheng noticed that the only ones in the field who remained rational were the rather mysterious Mo Dacheng, and Xiao Jian who had been helping him all the time.

Both of them stared at the altar with serious expressions, and their tightly furrowed brows also showed their inner unease.

As time passed, there were more and more weird lines on the altar, and there was a faint black air slowly floating up, which made Du Yuesheng feel more and more uneasy.

But he still didn't stop it, and he also wanted to know what would happen to the altar after the essence of flesh and blood was absorbed, and what kind of secrets were hidden under the bloody altar!

In a daze, the blood-colored altar trembled violently, as if something was about to break through from it, and terrifying black flames shot up from the depths of the altar.

In an instant, the entire altar was shrouded in a strange black mist.

The ground returned to calm again, but after a short while of peace, the whole ground began to vibrate violently. Under the terrifying momentum, the entire blood-colored altar was blown to pieces.

"Hahaha, fresh and delicious blood..."

A terrifying sound came from the depths of the ground. This sound was so terrifying that it made one's scalp tingle.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, like thunder rolling from the sky, but it came from the depths of the ground. Not long after the scarlet altar exploded, a terrifying aura broke out from the depths of the ground.

Almost in an instant, the entire space was plunged into darkness, and the pitch-black mist enveloped the area for thousands of miles. An extremely evil atmosphere made people feel depressed.

By the time the world regained its light, the blood-colored altar had already been reduced to ruins, and a figure stood tall in the sky above it.

Wang Yu?

At this time, Wang Yu's body had changed a lot. There were many ferocious magic lines on his skin, and there was a dark and evil aura glowing. His strange long hair was so long that it fell to the ground.

The aura emanating from his body was extremely powerful, so terrifying that it made people feel suffocated. Even though he was disgusted, he still couldn't help but want to surrender.

"Jiejie, damn Bailong, you didn't expect me to see the light of day again many years after your death, hahahaha..."

At this time, "Wang Yu" had a ferocious smile on his face, his lips and eyes were pitch black, looking extremely strange, he muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, this demon body is too weak... "

He seemed a little dissatisfied. At this time, he glanced at Du Yuesheng and the others in the field, and his eyes burst out with greed and bloodthirsty light. He said with a ferocious smile:

"Not bad, there are so many fresh flesh and blood, enough to restore 80% of my strength!"

At this time, the rebirth of "Wang Yu" shocked everyone, as if a haze enveloped their hearts, many people frowned.

Only one or two seemed unwilling. They looked at "Wang Yu" coldly and shouted angrily, "What's going on? Why didn't you open the restriction? Where's the treasure?"

"Treasure?"

When "Wang Yu" heard the words, he smiled grimly. What he showed from his mouth were no longer human teeth, but blue fangs. He said with a ferocious smile, "How can there be any treasure? Isn't it a good thing to see the sun again?"

As soon as his words fell, a burst of magic light whizzed past the ruins of the blood-colored altar below, and the altar returned to its original appearance.

At this time, people discovered that it was not an altar at all, but a seal tablet.

There are ancient fonts engraved on it, but as for the line of small bloody characters, it has become another line of characters: Demon Suppressing Land.

Three simple words are enough to explain everything. If you can't react at this time, you are a fool.

"Are you a domain demon?"

Suddenly, there was a trembling voice faintly resounding in the hall, and everyone looked over and found that the voice came from Mo Dacheng.

He seemed to have thought of some kind of terrible legend, his face was pale, his heart was full of despair, his voice trembled with endless fear.

"To be precise, this seat is the Demon Lord!"

That "Wang Yu", who was standing in the void, exuding evil energy all over his body, suddenly laughed grimly.

When he finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed.

Almost every monk in the domain of death has heard such an ancient legend.

Many, many years ago, in the center of the domain of death, there was a group of vicious demons who specialized in sucking the flesh and blood of human beings to strengthen their strength.

During that time, the human monks declined, their living space was constantly oppressed, and they were finally driven to the outskirts of death, living in panic all day long.

Until one day, a stunning and peerless powerhouse was born. He led the human monks, launched a strong counterattack, sacrificed himself, and suppressed the demon king. After defeating these demons, peace was restored to the domain of death.

Unexpectedly, after many years, they actually met another demon here, and it was a very powerful demon!

A Demon Lord whose strength is equivalent to the supreme existence of human monks, the Supreme God!

Even because of its special physique, even the Supreme God can't kill it, and can only suppress it with endless years, so that its final smile will last for a long time.

From this point of view, the appearance of this Demon Lord here should be the suppression of the Supreme God White Dragon Venerable at the expense of himself.

Unexpectedly, today, they broke the seal by mistake.

"You are a good guy, and the flesh and blood must be delicious, so let me enjoy it first."

Feeling the fear of these humble human monks, Mozun smiled, and fixed his eyes on Mo Dacheng.

He could tell at a glance that this Mo Dacheng was full of blood, and he should be the strongest among these people.

But he just missed Du Yuesheng.