Chapter 1318 Farewell to the Ancient Black Hole

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yin's ancestral spirit soul suddenly spread out, instantly dispersing all the pink rules in the air.

The next moment, Zhou Lili, who was holding the little angel, immediately became serious. She quickly changed from holding to lifting and grabbed the little angel's two wings.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, but comes from the hatred between enemy tribes in their blood.

"Honey, what happened to me just now?" Zhou Lili looked confused.

Wang Chunhua's gaze suddenly became sharp.

She also looked at Zhao Yin: "Did I just...be inspired by her talent?"

Zhao Yin nodded and told him about the pink rules.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chunhua's expression became angry and she felt ashamed.

The great ancient human race was actually plotted against by a little angel.

Wang Chunhua is unbearable!

"Kill her!" Zhao Yin said.

Wang Chunhua immediately stepped forward, snatched the little angel from Zhou Lili, and punched her on the head.

"Please, sister, don't kill little A'man, 嘤嘤......!"

The little angel suddenly struggled violently, tears dripping down his face.

But her strength is not as good as Wang Chunhua's, and she can only move with her short legs.

"Oh oh... Little A'man needs it. Little A'man knows where Grandpa Blue's treasure is...!"

"stop!"

Zhao Yin hurriedly stopped Wang Chunhua. At this time, Wang Chunhua's fist had reached the center of the little angel's eyebrows. If it moved forward an inch more, with her terrifying strength, the little angel would not be able to bear it.

Zhao Yin stepped forward and grabbed the little angel back, holding her wings and placing her in front of him with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Where is the treasure house?"

The little angel was not very scheming. He stared at Zhao Yin with wide eyes in horror.

"It's right below the altar. When Grandpa Blue is not around, it can only be opened with my blood."

Zhao Yin immediately carried the little angel and walked deeper into the hall.

The entire hall is a thousand meters high and dozens of miles deep.

The ceiling and the surrounding walls were carved with runes that emitted brilliant white light.

The entire hall is shrouded in holiness.

The floor was covered with a blood-red carpet, embroidered with mountains and rivers with extraordinary metal threads, adding a touch of solemnity to the warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Zhao Yin ignored it for the time being, and quickly grabbed the little angel and went to the deepest part of the hall, looking at the carpet which looked very nice.

A dozens-meter-high altar appeared before his eyes, and Zhao Yin couldn't help but imagine a scene in his mind...

An eight-winged angel, in the form of a divine being, sat cross-legged on it, his majestic figure like a mountain...

"If I can evolve into a god in the future, I will definitely pretend like this!"

It was so pretentious that Zhao Yin felt a sense of longing in his heart.

He took out a soul chain.

Before he could do anything, the little angel suddenly began to tremble all over.

Soul chains were originally produced by the angel race, so it was not surprising that the little angel recognized them.

"You don't want to wear it?" Zhao Yin asked coldly.

"Little...Little A'man, I am willing...!"

Her tears fell even harder, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Without Zhao Yin's help, the little angel took out the soul chain, put it around his neck, and handed over the other end: "Bad uncle, blood!"

Zhao Yin was stunned. The first time he saw soul chains was on the Tiannu tribe, and they were all worn on the ankles.

Zhao Yin has been manipulating things in this way for a long time.

Just like a pair of shackles, although they can control slaves, they also greatly affect their movements and greatly delay their work.

Zhao Yin cut his fingertips and a drop of blood dripped onto the soul chain.

The next moment, he established a connection with the little angel in his mind, and with just a thought, he could control her life or death...

The soul chain shrank rapidly and turned into a Huawei necklace-like equipment.

To outsiders, they would definitely think that it was her jewelry.

Zhao Yin was immediately surprised and confirmed that this was the correct way to use the soul chain.

The Tiannu tribe used them as shackles. Now it seems that the angels must have done it on purpose...

Zhao Yin put the little angel down: "Go, you know what to do!"

The little angel's expression finally relaxed, and she didn't seem to have any doubt whether Zhao Yin would destroy the bridge after crossing it.

She spread a pair of wings that were one size smaller than those of an archangel and flew towards the altar. With her short arms and legs, she looked like a large bee or butterfly.

Soon, the little angel came to the altar and found a rune.

Below the rune, there is a card slot the size of a fingernail.

She landed reluctantly, squatted down, stared at the card slot, with fear in her eyes.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Zhao Yin waited for a long time, but saw no movement from her, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"Master... Little A'man is afraid... afraid of pain."

When she said this, her little face turned pale.

"Jiang Xiner, go help her." Zhao Yin ordered.

"Okay Zhao Yin."

Jiang Xiner immediately walked over, took out a dagger, and held the little angel's chubby hand: "Let go of your defense."

Stab it!

A cut was immediately made on the little angel's wrist artery, and golden blood spurted out like a faucet.

Jiang Xiner immediately took her little hand and placed it above the card slot, and golden blood gushed out into the card slot.

Zhao Yin noticed that the little angel's blood was a darker golden color than that of ordinary SSS-level angels.

Is this because her bloodline is stronger than other angels?

“Oh…it hurts…oh…”

The little angel burst into tears again, muttering: "One drop of blood is enough, no need for so much... bad sister!"

"..."

Zhao Yin touched his nose.

Jiang Xiner was also embarrassed at once, and quickly took out a few pieces of sandwiches to stop the bleeding of the little angel.

The moment the golden blood flowed into the card slot, the intricate divine pattern lit up.

Then, a black hole opened under the altar.

Zhao Yin immediately recognized that it was a space black hole that was exactly the same as the storage space of the ancient human race.

Before the black hole opened, even Zhao Yin's ancestral soul and divine eyes did not feel anything unusual.

If it weren’t for this little angel, Zhao Yin would have definitely missed this place.

Even if we demolish the entire temple, we won't be able to find this storage space...

When Wang Chunhua saw the black hole, her face suddenly changed.

"The storage black hole opened up by the ancient human race. The angel race is so brave...!"

She gritted her teeth and glared at the little angel fiercely. Zhao Yin also noticed that the black hole in space was not controlled by any living being.

It is more like it was torn off from the body of an ancient creature and controlled by this altar.

Although a black hole is not a real living space, it is much safer than storing equipment.

Before it is opened, ordinary life cannot find any trace of it.

Therefore, it is most suitable for the angel clan to be used as a treasure house.

"Sister... this is not a human thing. It was left by the ancestor of the angel race for future generations of angels." The little angel suddenly said.

She looked serious and didn't seem to be lying.

Apparently, the little angel and the eight-winged angel Blue once had a close relationship.

A god is actually willing to tell such a secret to an SSS-level creature.