Chapter 062 Altar Inheritance [Third Update]

Zhu Rongzhiyang pointed to Changheng's eyebrows, and a hot flame bloomed at his fingertips and invaded the sea of knowledge along Changheng's eyebrows. The flame rotates in the sea of knowledge, condenses into a spark, floating in the sea of knowledge, like a blooming lotus in the endless sea.

As soon as he pointed out, Zhu Rong's face turned pale, and a bitter smile appeared on his face without any expression. In order to leave a way out for his clan, he used the secret method to wait until now, and finally couldn't stand it. He hoped that the young man in front of him could take his people back to the wilderness world.

Chang Heng's eyes were closed, his consciousness was ignorant, and he came to the spark. At the moment of contact, the spark burst, burning the whole sea of knowledge into a sea of fire.

In the raging flames, various fire beasts appeared. Fire snakes, fire crows, fire tigers, fire dragons and firebirds condensed and bit each other. From time to time, the unlucky fire beasts were attacked by several barbarians at the same time, turning into a spark, and the scattered sparks were absorbed by other fire monsters, which increased the fierceness of these fire monsters.

Chang Heng's divine consciousness looked at these fire monsters curiously. Suddenly, a fire-based warcraft passed by and found Chang Heng's divine consciousness. He immediately rushed up fiercely and hugged the divine consciousness and bit. A burst of pain came to his mind, and Chang Heng's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Several barbarian beasts next to him rushed up at the same time, fighting while competing for Chang Heng's consciousness. The severe pain stimulated Chang Heng's mind, and the whole sea of knowledge shook, like a sea wave.

Knowing that the sea was shaking, these fire beasts panicked at the same time, ran randomly, and the whole sea of fire shook. Under the excitement of the sea of fire, Changheng's sea of knowledge suddenly changed. Some black flames turned into black soil, yellow flames turned into yellow soil, and red and white cyan flames turned into three-color soil respectively. The five-color soil was clear, touched in the middle, and then separated in a fan shape, gradually forming a round five-color altar.

The large area of this five-color altar is unthinkable. Chang Heng has seen two altars, one is the altar of the Black Wind tribe, which is no more than 40 feet long and wide, and the other is the damaged altar of the Sun tribe, but 50 feet in diameter. Compared with the altar in front of him, these two altars are 100 times the size.

There is only one layer of the altar, and there are only a few patterns around it. It gives people a feeling that it is simple and not simple, which just symbolizes the meaning of sacrifice: sacrifice is to pray for the protection of the ancestors and witches, not pretending to be luxurious.

The altar faces Changheng's place, near the edge of the altar, surrounded by a layer of flame, in which a big man stands. This big man's beast head is dressed in red scales, his ears are pierced through fire snakes, and his feet are stepping on the fire dragon. He holds a flame halberd in his hand. It is the ancestral Wu Zhurong family.

On Zhu Rong's left hand side, the water is sparkling, the smoke waves are vast, and the same big man stands proudly in the water light. This big man's python is wearing black scales, stepping on the black dragon, wrapping the green python in his hand, and holding a blue fork in his hand, which is exactly the ancestral wizard Gonggong.

To the left, a bird-headed person, a strange creature with six feet and four wings, with no feathers and only a layer of perimembrane, is the Dijiang family in the twelve ancestral witches.

The three ancestral witches in front of us are doing different actions. Zhu Rong's two-handed flame halberd and couldn't help splitting. When he shook it, it was a space shock, as if to shatter Changheng's sea of knowledge. Gonggong held a fork, and the blue water flow wrapped around his body. With each movement, the water flow danced like spirituality. Dijiang's figure appears from time to time without any movement, but it gives people the feeling that he is always flying.

"This is the altar made by our Sun Tribe's efforts." A round of Hao Ri gradually condensed in the center of the altar, and then Hao Ri burst, and a middle-aged man appeared.

The man is eight feet tall and well-proportioned, wearing a well-cut leather robe. ** His hands outside the leather robe are delicate and shiny, like a human being, not like a witch.

"In order to build this altar, we have exhausted all our thousands of years of savings and wiped out more than 100 tribes under our jurisdiction, barely building less than a quarter."

I don't know where the sound came from echoed in Chang Heng's ears. With the ups and downs of the sound, the man in the center of the altar suddenly blurred and changed into the image of Zuwu Zhurong.

"With this altar, we can not only summon Zhu Rong's split to come and get the help of his old man, but also summon the split of Gonggong and Dijiang to come. If all the statues of the twelve ancestral witches are built, we can even summon the split bodies of the twelve ancestral witches at the same time and put down the twelve gods.

The figure of the man in the center of the altar has changed again and has gradually changed into Gonggong and Dijiang.

"Unfortunately, this altar was only partially completed, so I received the news of resistance from various tribes and was forced to stop construction. Originally, my Sun tribe could have wiped them all out, but in order to build this altar, we consumed too much power and finally were taken advantage of by these humble tribes to destroy my Sun tribe.

The man in the center of the altar was blurred and finally turned into a flame and slowly rotated.

The problem in building this altar is not to build twelve witch statues. Although there are too many materials needed to build these statues, it is how to let them coexist peacefully and not interfere with each other. My tribe exhausted all and stabilized the three ancestral and witch statues. As for the fourth one, there is no clue.

The voice is gentle, explaining the context of the construction of this altar and what happened because of this altar. Chang Heng became more and more shocked. This sun tribe is so ambitious that it wants to build a statue of twelve ancestral witches and summon twelve ancestral witch shadows at the same time.

Who are the twelve ancestral witches? At the beginning of the world, it existed and was transformed by the blood of the Pangu god. The Sun Tribe is only the descendant of Zhu Rong's among the twelve ancestral witches. It is not cruel to catch these twelve ancestors.

"If you can successfully build the altar and obtain the power of the twelve ancestors and witches, there will be a wisp of opportunity to prove it. Don't spread it outside, remember."

The last sound disappeared, and Chang Heng's heart was full of sound. It is proved that this is something that even the twelve ancestral witches have not done. The sun tribe is really crazy. No wonder such strength will be eliminated.

The altar slowly stopped in the sea of knowledge of Changheng, and the flame in the center of the altar suddenly burst, turned into countless torrents into Changheng's body and flowed along the meridians, and then his magical power improved at a terrible speed.

"The last ray of flame, I hope to give my tribe hope. Well, this is..." The witch power transformed by the flame rushed into Changheng Dantian and touched a suspended emerald green petals there. Zhu Rong's face changed rapidly.