Chapter 8 Eight Heavenly Dragons, Ancient Altar

Countless bloodthirsty Nether Bats savaged Su Chen crazily.

"It stinks."

The stench was overwhelming.

Su Chen's face was filled with disgust as he looked at the bloodthirsty nether bats swarming around him. A blood wheel formed above his head, and within it was a dragon elephant phantom running and roaring.

"Blood wheel!"

Looking at Su Chen who had condensed the blood wheel not far away, Wang Quan, Wang Yinxin and others were completely dumbfounded. No one thought that Su Chen, whose blood wheel had been abolished, could re-activate the blood wheel.

What kind of blood wheel is this?

Everyone in Panyou City knows that the awakened blood wheel of the Su family is a sword, and as long as they are core disciples, there is no exception, including Su Chen.

What now?

Seeing the blood wheel emerging above Su Chen's head, he was either confused or shocked.

A dragon roared and an elephant roared.

Nine illusory dragon shadows and nine illusory elephant shadows roared out from the blood wheel. Su Chen used the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants technique and began to bombard the surroundings fiercely.

Even if it kills the bloodthirsty Nether Bat, it will never be swallowed.

This kind of monster was so smelly that even Su Chen couldn't bear it and had no choice but to give up swallowing it.

The dragon-elephant blood wheel enveloped Su Chen.

Boom boom boom!

The densely packed bloodthirsty nether bats frantically bombarded the dragon-elephant blood chakra. Being hit continuously, blood began to slowly ooze from the corners of Su Chen's mouth.

His eyes became more and more solemn, and if he continued like this, he might cause himself a lot of trouble.

A burial pen appeared in his hand.

This treasure given to him by the tower spirit has great restrictions. Not to mention the realm restrictions, just every time he uses the Burial Tribulation Pen, his soul will be consumed.

In the Forest of Heaven's Punishment, once your soul is consumed and you suffer severe damage, you will be in great danger.

Gathering souls poured into the Burial Tribulation Pen.

Open in all directions

Start waving, drawing stroke by stroke.

time.

Thunder roared, and the extremely domineering thunder tribulations quickly gathered under Zhan Jie's pen, forming an absolute taboo of heavenly tribulation suppression within the range.

boom!

boom!

The bodies of the bloodthirsty Nether Bats that poured into the area of ​​the Burial Tribulation exploded instantly and turned into clouds of blood mist. Even so, the Bloodthirsty Nether Bats still bombarded wildly, gathering from all directions like moths to a flame.

More and more bloodthirsty ghost bats were being slaughtered, and the blood gathered into a river.

"past."

Seeing that Su Chen was able to resist the attack of the bloodthirsty Nether Bat, Wang Quan, Wang Yunyin and others suddenly became happy and immediately moved quickly in the direction of Su Chen.

The blood all over the ground gave off a stench, and Su Chen couldn't bear the stench.

Fight out!

Forcefully use the Burial Tribulation Pen to continuously consume souls. Once the power of the soul is consumed, he will have destroyed himself without the need for the bloodthirsty Nether Bat to take action.

With the help of the Burial Tribulation Pen, Su Chen increased his speed and cut a bloody path.

"Su Chen, you can't ignore death."

"Brother Su, please take us with you."

Seeing Su Chen fighting out, Wang Yinyu and others were completely stunned. They never expected that Su Chen would leave alone and directly chose to ignore them.

The blood all over the ground and the pungent stench of blood made Wang Yin and others' faces look extremely ugly. Not only were they afraid of death, they were also afraid of being eaten by the bloodthirsty Nether Bats and leaving no trace of their corpses.

Ignore.

Looking at the figure that had completely disappeared, everyone's faces were filled with despair.

, Wang's voice was even a little dull, and he was instantly swallowed by the overwhelming bloodthirsty Nether Bats.

After killing for a full minute, he finally came out.

Without stopping at all, Su Chen felt the waves of weakness in his mind and left quickly.

As for the life and death of the Wang family, it has nothing to do with him.

Be a good person? Then he would have to sacrifice his own life. He was not a saint and could not save unrelated people.

Su Chen was shocked by the domineering nature of the Burial Tribulation Pen. It consumed too much soul and would be in great trouble if attacked by other monsters.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Su Chen shook his head helplessly. There were too many bloodthirsty ghost bats. Fortunately, he had the Burial Tribulation Pen, otherwise it would be difficult to kill them.

Two days later.

Based on what was drawn on the residual map, Su Chen had probably locked the specific location. He looked at the increasingly dense towering trees around him and held the burial pen in his hand to respond to crises at any time.

This is already the deepest part of the Heavenly Punishment Forest. It is very likely that you will encounter Soul Palace Realm monsters, or even Condensation Realm monsters. To say that you are not afraid of them would be a lie.

"Someone."

Su Chen's figure disappeared instantly.

A small valley is surrounded by dense towering trees. If there hadn't been any abnormal movement, it would not be easy to locate this place.

In the center of the valley, there were hundreds of warriors, all exuding powerful auras, all staring at the ancient altar in front of them.

Throwing away the residual map in his hand, he thought he was the only one to find this place. Now it seems that not only was he a step slower, but he also gathered so many strong people.

The valley is a bit eerie and weird, like a purgatory on earth. There are corpses everywhere, especially the ancient altar in the center, which is exuding layers of black mist, like a death knell, and there are resentful cries.

The roar slowly came out from the altar.

Around the ancient altar, there are stone statues, there are about eight of them. Each stone statue is a Buddha, with different shapes, with Buddha lotus at its feet, hands clasped together as if chanting something, and there is a faint yellow color behind it. Light surged out, forming a spider web-like seal that enveloped the entire altar.

"This sound is really disgusting. After listening to it for a long time, my heart seems to be broken."

"It is said that these eight stone statues are eight heavenly dragon formations jointly arranged by eight top Buddha masters to suppress the altar. As for what is sealed inside the altar, no one knows."

"Who is the person who spread the residual picture and gathered so many warriors?"

From the ancient altar, piercing death bells sounded continuously, once, twice, three times...

Just knocking.

Hundreds of warriors around, listening to the death knell ringing continuously in their minds, all had serious expressions on their faces. Even though they knew that the Eight Heavenly Dragon Formation might contain some kind of evil treasure or power, they were still unwilling to leave.

Whether power is good or evil is not important to a warrior, as long as he masters powerful power.

The fist represents everything.

Half an hour later.

Everyone couldn't wait any longer and began to violently bombard the eight stone statues around them. However, under the shroud of Buddha's light, their attacks were really vulnerable.

In the ancient altar, the sound of the death knell became more and more intense.

Boom!

At this moment, a tumbling airflow appeared on the ancient altar, violently bombarding the surrounding stone statues, and cracks appeared around the altar. There were more and more cracks, as if spider webs were all over the entire altar.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

The ancient altar completely collapsed.