Chapter 4767 Nether Talisman

The subterranean wasteland beneath the Abyss of Antenna Mountain.

Except for the cliff path coming down behind him, there are no boundaries on three sides.

The place is shrouded in smog, and the air is filled with a strange smell, which is a mixture of rich aura and bloody smell.

But it hasn't waited for everyone to carefully observe the surroundings.

The astonishment of a strong man from the Soulhunters attracted everyone.

"altar?"

Lin Tian followed the sound and looked.

From the heavy mist, one could see the altar in outline not far away.

Although it is not clear.

But he could vaguely see that it was clearly an altar.

It's just that Dihun saw it the first time.

Dihun was even more stunned and said: "There was no altar here, how could there be more altars?"

"There was no altar here before?"

Lin Tian's complexion changed slightly, and he asked solemnly.

Dihun nodded, and said in a deep voice: "No indeed! This was originally a wasteland with nothing, and not far from it was the lair of the two-headed tiger monster. There are no natural enemies for it within a few kilometers, let alone There may be an altar! Because we monks of the Dihun Clan have come here too many times! If there is an altar, among other things, we may have emptied it!"

"Maybe it was the monster that ran away before, so the altar that was buried in the ground appeared!"

Lin Tian touched his chin, thought about it and said: "Or, those headless horsemen came out of this altar! Let's go and have a look!"

Everyone walked towards the altar very cautiously, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

Because the appearance of the headless cavalry was too weird.

The appearance of this altar was too sudden!

Di Hun and other strong men of the Hooking Soul Clan are very familiar with this place, they can almost remember every plant and tree!

The altar in front of me never existed before!

Breaking through the fog in front, the altar in front was clearly presented in front of him soon.

But when he got here, the pungent smell of blood immediately hit his face.

Many people almost couldn't help retching.

When I got closer, I found that the ground around the altar was covered with blood, and it was still warm.

"These... are all the blood of monsters?"

"Many monsters have been killed here!"

"Look, the altar is absorbing the blood around it!"

"There is light, flowing in those blood!"

...

Ji Yun and other powerhouses of the Hooking Soul Clan all spoke up one after another.

They all found something unusual.

The altar in front of him was huge, like a hill, with black streamers all over its body, and countless strange runes appeared on it.

The blood spilled around and on the altar was slowly being absorbed by the altar.

However, there is a faint ray of light flowing on the blood that has been sprinkled for an unknown distance, and it is difficult to detect if one does not look carefully.

"This...how is this possible..."

At this moment, Dihun's eyes widened, and he froze on the spot.

The other strong soul-hunters also showed shock, staring blankly at the altar in front of them, and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing the reaction of Dihun and others, Lin Tian was surprised and said, "Everyone, have you found anything?"

"This altar is too familiar!"

Dihun smiled wryly, and said somewhat confusedly: "In the depths of our Soul-hunting village, there is an identical altar! The altar in the village was brought to us by the strong of the Heavenly Punishment Clan and existed before the establishment of the Soul-hunting village! Back then, the old man had studied it for tens of thousands of years, but it was a pity that he couldn’t see the origin and function of the altar! The old man could memorize all the lines on it!”

"The altar in front of me is exactly the same as the altar in the stockade! Even if it is a stroke of any line, there is no difference! How is this possible? Who left the altar? Or did you fight on this ancient battlefield? left behind by the strong ones?"

The other powerhouses of the Soul-hunting tribe all looked at each other with puzzled and dignified expressions on their faces.

Lin Tian frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Old Patriarch, your guess may be more consistent! This ancient battlefield originally existed in this Dragon Burial Abyss. I am afraid it is difficult to trace back what ethnic group left it behind! The altar is probably left by them! And if the Headless Horseman is related to this altar, are there any other secrets in the ancient battlefield or even in the Poison Cloud Forest that we don’t know?"

These words made Ji Yun and others feel uneasy.

They could see how powerful those headless cavalrymen were before.

Trouble with anything else horrible!

Although Lin Tian's strength is very strong, maybe it is enough to deal with it, but who can completely guarantee that there will be no accidents?

They don't want to be buried in the depths of Longyuan before their lives are thrown here!

"I'm afraid this altar has another background..."

Dihun sighed and said, "The people of the Heaven's Punishment Clan couldn't find these altars at the beginning! They have already discovered the latter, but they didn't take it seriously at all!"

Lin Tian shook his head slightly, but he couldn't explain why, and said, "Let me take a look at the runes on the altar first!"

Having runes means that it is the blessing of formation runes, and with formations, you can see the clues!

Because the altar in front of him was still absorbing blood from all around, black rays of light loomed on the altar.

"These runes are not simple! They are all weird!"

Lin Tian squinted his eyes, walked around the huge altar, and finally shook his head and said: "These formation patterns, ordinary formation mages, I'm afraid they can't see them! They don't belong to our plane at all!"

"What!"

Both Dihun and Feilengxin were shocked.

They also couldn't help but observe carefully.

"Although I don't have a deep knowledge of formations, I have seen countless formations and runes. These runes are indeed too unfamiliar..."

Fei Leng nodded and said, "Could it be from a different world?"

She looked at Dihun, but the latter shook his head with a wry smile: "The old man has studied a lot of formations, and his level is naturally far inferior to Mr. Lin's. The difference is a thousand miles away! It's just... the many methods of the alien world. The old man has seen it before, and there is no such rune depiction!"

"That's right! This altar should be an altar left by a strong man in the Nether world! These runes on the altar are all Nether symbols!"

Lin Tian let out a breath, and said in a deep voice: "That is to say... before you were imprisoned in the Burial Dragon Abyss by the Heavenly Punishment powerhouse, the powerhouses from the Nether World came here! The headless horsemen who appeared before , should be left behind by those Nether powerhouses!"

"Leaving behind the cultivators of the nether world?"

Fei Leng Xin and Di Hun all opened their mouths in shock.

For them, the so-called netherworld is too mysterious.

Like the alien world, it is too far away!