Chapter 2787: Triangle altar
In the shroud of these endless silk threads, countless chaotic silk threads are chaotic and tangled. That is the fluctuation of countless powerful players in this massacre battlefield...
And under this heaven and earth, there are weird threads of unmeasurable thickness, criss-crossing one after another, that is the endless blood sea in this blood-refining space.
At the same time, in the endless sea of blood, there are four black holes that resemble the terrifying shadows of an abyss. They are powerful existences that even Hanyu Xiaotian's primitive eyes cannot see through-the blood-refining giant spirit...
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"These perverted guys... there are actually four..."
"Blood refining space, is it really similar to the great formation of heaven and earth... Then you can use these silk threads as runes... Huh? I found it, and there really are eyes..."
Unleashing his huge divine consciousness, he scanned the blood refining space at high speed, and after looking at the terrifying figure in the endless blood sea again with fear, Han Yu Xiaotian suddenly brightened his eyes and flew into motion.
"I'm going to destroy this blood refining space, there will be a trace of flaws here, whether you can escape, it depends on your own good fortune..."
Before the words fell, Hanyu Xiaotian's figure had disappeared in place, leaving behind the endless astonishment of these creatures from all walks of life who had not yet reacted...
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Within the endless sea of blood and the pillar of blood to the sky, the only place exposed to the ground, a huge triangular altar stands tall.
This altar is ancient and mysterious, and I don’t know how long it has existed.
All around it was engraved with all kinds of complicated and difficult to understand and obscure symbols, and there were more blood-colored mists, continuously flowing from the sea of blood into the altar.
It's just that the blood mist floating around the altar no longer has the slightest **** air. Instead, it shows a crystal clear feeling, as if the purest energy.
At this moment, a looming figure, like a figure walking in the void, is coming from an endless distance, all the way to the location of the altar...
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In the blood refining space, the stern killing was still going on, omnipresent, and seemed to be endless.
However, in a shadowy flying by a ghostly illusion, no creature found any movement.
Only occasionally some alien races blocking their way, after the shadow swept past, they were inexplicably cut into countless fragments, or exploded into blood fog, making countless powerful beings horrified and silent.
And in this scene that seems even more bizarre than the blood sea, this figure has already arrived in front of the **** altar...
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Silk thread, endless blood-colored silk thread.
In Hanyu Xiaotian's primitive eyes, the huge and mysterious building now standing in front of him is not an altar at all, but an infinitely large and extremely complex blood-colored thread.
These blood-colored threads are densely packed, intertwined in a form that Hanyu Xiaotian cannot understand, forming an incredible pattern.
At the same time, the ends of these blood-colored silk threads are connected to the heaven and earth threads of the entire blood refining space, forming the core of this world...
"This is the core of this blood refining space... Grandma's... it's so complicated..."
When standing in front of this altar, Hanyu Xiaotian, who looked at the **** silk thread as a rune, couldn't help but suddenly grew big, feeling completely helpless...
