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Chapter 693

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The eyes of the young man in the Blood Altar were still closed, as if he was in a deep sleep within the altar. There was not the slightest hint of life on his body. However, when the blood water that contained an enormous amount of essence poured into the altar and was refined by the altar and sent into his body, the heart in his chest actually started to slowly rise and fall in a strange manner.

It was so slow that it was almost undetectable if one didn't pay close attention.

However, there was a faint trace of life in his body.

Inexplicably, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I, the Myriad Calamity Ancestor, will be reborn soon." There seemed to be an invisible voice echoing in the altar.

In Ghost Venerable's tomb.

Sakra and the other two witnessed with their own eyes how the slough that Ghost Venerable left behind in the black coffin was strangely eroded into a pool of blood by a bloody hand and finally disappeared. With Ghost Venerable's cultivation as an ancient giant, even if his corporeal body had fallen, it still contained an unimaginably huge amount of essence. When it was turned into blood, that was the purest essence blood in the world.

Such a grade of blood essence could only be possessed by a powerhouse who had reached the level of an ancient overlord.

"I see."

In an instant, an idea flashed through Indra's mind. He immediately thought of the thousands of ancient tombs in the surroundings. He thought to himself, "No wonder Myriad Calamity Ancestor spent so much effort to move the ancient tombs from the Land of Chaos to the Myriad Calamity Cave Abode. It turns out that what he needs are the remains of the experts who died in the ancient tombs. What he wants is the huge amount of essence blood contained in the remains."

No wonder!

Most of the all-heavens cultivators who had entered the cave abode were of the younger generation. Moreover, almost none of them had surpassed the level of an eternal overlord. Even if the cave abode was filled with countless treasures, treasures, and ferocious beasts to instigate a massacre. But the essence blood of the fallen all-heavens cultivators could only be obtained. How could it compare to the fallen experts of the ancient times?

Thousand Calamity Ancestor's plan.

Most likely, they didn't just want to cause a massacre among the cultivators of the all-heavens. What they wanted was the essence blood of the experts in the tombs. After all, the cultivators of ancient times absorbed innate vital energy when they cultivated. The essence energy contained in their fleshly bodies was exceptionally pure.

Thinking about it, he exchanged glances with Tu Ling 'er and the others. They all saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

Boom! Boom!

The ancient tomb shook violently. In the tomb, an ancient illusory door appeared out of thin air and stood in the middle of the tomb. Inside the door, ripples that looked like flowing water rippled continuously, emitting a strange aura.

"Brother Di, if I'm not mistaken, this Illusory Door of Illusions should lead to the King's Tomb." Little Fatty's small eyes shone brightly. He exuded an excited expression.

"I'm afraid this Illusory Door of Illusion won't last for long." The Door of Illusion was faintly showing signs of becoming more and more illusory. Once it disappeared, it would most likely disappear for real. It seemed that there was a time limit to its existence.

"Come, let's go in."

Di Shitian made up his mind without hesitation. Moreover, he took the lead and walked into the Illusory Door of Illusion.

After a moment of feeling as if he had entered a stream of water, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

He looked up and scanned his surroundings.

The scenery around him was unfamiliar. He was on an unfamiliar island. The island was not big, only less than a hundred feet in radius. Moreover, the island was abnormally barren. There was not even a single plant or tree on it. However, there was an altar on the island, and a jade box was placed on top of the altar.

The patterns on the jade box were simple and unadorned. There were faint flashes of light all around.

He scanned the outside of the island.

Di Shitian couldn't help but reveal a trace of surprise in his eyes.

All around them was a strange area. At a glance, he couldn't see any land at all. It was as if he was in a strange Void. And in this Void, there were floating islands everywhere.

The strangest thing about these islands was that they were in the shape of a pyramid, climbing up in order. Moreover, the higher they went, the fewer islands there were. It was like a staircase to heaven, climbing up. At the very top, there was only one island standing tall.

And now, the island Di Shitian was on was the lowest level.

And there were a total of nine pyramids formed by islands in this Void.

"The King's Tomb is indeed strange."

Di Shitian carefully scanned the surroundings. After taking everything into his eyes, he had a certain guess about the scene around him. He muttered to himself, "It seems that the Thousand Calamity Ancestor arranged this formation to let the people who enter continue to kill. The higher they go, the fewer islands there are, so the chances of the people who enter will continue to increase. Meeting each other. If there is a treasure in the altar on this island, under the drive of greed, I'm afraid that killing is inevitable. The higher they go, the crueler the killing will be. "

In the blink of an eye, he thought about the layout of this void in his mind.

This was simply to let people kill from the bottom, step by step.

"Haha!!"

Thinking of this, Di Shitian couldn't help but let out a burst of wild laughter. A surge of heroic spirit welled up in his heart, "I have broken through to the Ninth Transformation of the Yaodan, and I want to have a good fight with the cultivators of the heavens. Let's see who is stronger between the elites of the heavens, the prodigies born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and me, the Demon Emperor who rose from nothing."

To be able to enter the Ancient Tomb, one must be strong.

To be able to enter the King's Tomb, one must be an elite of the generation!

To be able to compete with the elites of the heavens. It was not necessarily a bad thing.

Looking up at the top, Di Shitian's eyes emitted a blazing light. But he didn't immediately move to the altar on the island he was standing on. Instead, he sat down cross-legged.

With a flash of light in his hand, thirty-six blank scrolls appeared in front of him.

"Thirty-six sealing scrolls. If I fuse them together, I might be able to refine a rare sealing treasure." Di Shitian thought to himself. After obtaining these thirty-six sealing scrolls in the Ghost Lord's Ancient Tomb, he had been deducing in his mind whether he could fuse these scrolls together to refine an even more powerful sealing treasure.

Just now, he had seen clearly that as long as he didn't climb to a higher level on the island at the bottom, there shouldn't be any danger. But he wasn't nervous at all. He sat cross-legged on the island and began to refine the treasure.

Outside the Myriad Tribulations Cave Abode.

In the Myriad Demon City.

In front of the Heavenly Prison, looking at the prison carriage in front of him that was built like an iron bucket, Shen Gongbao looked up at the Void speechlessly. With a long face, he said, "Di Shitian, you really think highly of this poor Daoist. Even the prison carriage is specially built. What is this … Even the sealing stone can be mounted on the prison carriage. Didn't I just take two of your treasures in the Godsfall Abyss? Do you have to be like this? "

Looking at the prison carriage.

Given Shen Gongbao's many years of experience, he could tell at a glance that the material of this prisoner carriage was exactly the same as the one in the celestial prison. Moreover, it was of a higher quality. There were countless inhibitions and tactical deployments on it. What made Shen Gongbao's mouth twitch the most was the Sealing Stone inlaid on it.

Damn it, he directly used a Sealing Stone to inlay it on top of the prison cart.

If an ancient giant sat in it, more than half of the cultivators would be sealed immediately. They would become ordinary people.

He couldn't help but cry in his heart, "A thousand days of hunting geese. This time, I was really scared by the geese. Why didn't I notice that Di Shitian would play tricks behind my back and let me run into the Heavenly Prison by myself. This time, I won't really die, right? "

Thinking of the tight security around him, even a mosquito couldn't escape.

"I hope that after Lan Yu and Qingyuan receive my message, they will quickly think of a way to save me. Otherwise, this Daoist will really be miserable. "

He smiled bitterly and entered the prison carriage under the suppression of the General of Blood Massacre.

The moment he entered the prison carriage, the vast sealing power of the sealing stone immediately suppressed his body. His cultivation was instantly suppressed to the freezing point.

Moo!!

The three bulls roared. Under the command of the General of Blood Massacre, they immediately moved their four hooves and pulled the prison carriage towards the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Chen Xi saw with his own eyes that the prison carriage passed through the Heavenly Gate.

After thinking for a while, he said to Qing Xia behind him, "Shen Gongbao's power of misfortune and disaster is extremely strange. This time, in order to suppress him, we had no choice but to replace the sealing stone on the Western Heavenly Gate with the prison carriage. Bringing him out of the Heavenly Prison is to borrow his power of misfortune. Qing Xia, immediately lead a thousand Green Phoenix Swordsmen and follow him. See how powerful his power of misfortune is. "

Bringing Shen Gongbao to the Thousand Moons Realm was not without the intention of personally seeing how destructive his power of misfortune could be.

Chen Xi was Di Shitian's pillow. Naturally, he understood his intention.

They only imprisoned Shen Gongbao and did not directly kill him. They wanted to subdue him.

If they could subdue him, with Shen Gongbao, the God of Misfortune, guarding the Thousand Demon City, it would be easy to eliminate all evil. It would be a complete killing weapon.

At the same time, in the Thousand Moons Realm.

In the realm, the space was almost boundless.

The strange thing was that there was no sun in the Thousand Moons Realm. There were only a thousand bright moons hanging in the void. Bright moonlight shone down, and endless moonlight power poured down endlessly, filling every inch of space between heaven and earth.

It fell on countless flowers, trees, birds, and beasts in the realm, seeping into their pores. Bathed in the power of the moon, the most ordinary living beings were constantly undergoing transformations.

The eyes of most of the living beings were filled with spirituality.

Even the stupidest of wild beasts would constantly transform into monsters under the abundant power of the moon.

From this, one could see how many demons were born in the Thousand Moons Realm!

In the Thousand Moons Realm, there was a towering and incomparably huge peak. It was so tall that it almost reached the thousand bright moons. It could be called the first peak in the realm. It was called the Thousand Moons Peak.

On the peak of the mountain, there was a huge palace towering above it. Under the illumination of the moon, it looked incomparably holy.

On the mountainside, there were countless mansions and palaces. Above, countless disciples were absorbing the power of the moonlight and cultivating wholeheartedly. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. I support the author, and I support the original readers!)

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