Chapter 393 The Falling Altar

Wang Chan's robe shook and flew. As soon as he rushed over, he wrapped Bai Suzhen's whole body and pulled it closer. He swallowed his yin breath outside his body. He rolled around and immediately shook the whole room into pieces. Then he rushed to pieces, and the man and gun were combined, and he was wrapped in thousands of gloomy wind and rushed out of the dust all over the sky. He looked up and saw that Wang Junmo had taken off the big bow behind him and pulled out a large area of hot red light to resist Wang Chan's pursuit.

"Are you the descendant of Yuan Tu's ancestors?" It was not until this time that Wang Junmo saw Wang Chan clearly. Seeing that Wang Chan was dressed in a war robe and holding a big gun, his heart suddenly flashed. He suddenly screamed, and his face was also mixed with joys and sorrows.

Although the two sides are only a contact, Wang Junmo has felt great pressure from Wang Chan. Now the other party is coming, fierce and evil, and he is afraid that he is not an opponent. Goodbye, Wang Chan. The outer robe was hunting. Seeing people rushing out of the air, he was about to catch up. He quickly bent his bow and put on the arrow, stretched out his finger, and put a long arrow as red as a flame on the bow string.

At the sound of collapse, the bow and strings shook wildly, and an arrow tore the void, which was faster than a flying sword. Suddenly, it had shot in front of Wang Chan.

Wang Chan's eyes shot out of the light, and ignored it. He only connected his body with the big gun in his hand. The gun came out without reply, moving forward, and the tip of the gun trembled. He was poking on the arrow light and bursting at once, turning into a red light overflowing, making the night sky transparent, as if the red was the firstborn.

The light is bright and eye-catching!

His body suddenly stagnated, and he was in mid-air. The secret shooting magic power in the palace was indeed extraordinary. The power of one arrow broke the rhythm of the combination of other people's guns. However, at the same time, in Wang Chan's eyes, the two colors of blue, white and red gold flowed with each other, like a whirlpool flash. No matter how strong the light was, he was not afraid. Just a glance, under the cover of the red light, a figure rushed up to the sky like an arrow, and immediately knew that the opponent was going to escape.

At the moment, the backhand was pulled, like dragging a knife, from top to bottom, a brush, a red light knife split like a void, and then heard a scream. After a while, the light in the field converged, and I saw that there was no one on the spot, leaving only two calves, broken from the knees, and threw blood on the ground.

Wang Chan snorted and looked up at the sky. He saw a line of red light in the distance like a rainbow. In a blink of an eye, he flew up three or four thousand feet. A bird's song came faintly, and the flat wind rose. After a blink of an eye, it flew away and disappeared completely. Knowing that Wang Jun Mo was flying through the secret method, and above the sky, there was a falling palace spirit bird to answer. Although it was only a moment, this person and a bird were also "not enough to catch up".

"Master, this man is Wang Junmo, a disciple of the palace. Now he is seriously injured under your hands. If you don't say three times, the Lord of Chiwu Mountain will definitely invade. If the master let him go, won't he have endless troubles in the future!" Seeing that Wang Chan turned over and fell to the ground, he only looked up at the sky, but did not catch up. Bai Suzhen couldn't help but feel a little anxious. I was afraid that Wang Chan was young and couldn't see it. I didn't know the power of the Lord of Chiwu Mountain, so I quickly made it clear that the Luoyu Palace.

"It doesn't matter. What I want is to ask him to go!" Wang Chan slowly withdrew his eyes and took a look at Bai Suzhen. "According to what you just said, the palace is more than 100,000 miles east of this place. Usually, he has to control the spirit birds to fly continuously one night. Now this Wang Junmo's legs are cut off by me, and the seven-killing knife penetrates the bone like marrow, and he has to extract the vitality and blood in his body to fatten himself all the time. According to his current situation, it's good to hold on until dawn. If it were you, what would you do in this situation?

"In the place where the palace is in charge of Dongyi, there are 18 poor ethnic groups, which seem to be superior, but the old slaves know that their power has already penetrated everywhere, and the nearest place is in the royal capital. The boy was seriously injured and couldn't do it halfway. He would definitely go there to ask for help!"

Without waiting for Bai Suzhen to speak, Jiu Moshi, who had been picked up by Wang Chan all the way and threw him on the ground to earn his life, had slowly got up at this time. In the end, he had a deep cultivation and deep mana. Although he was poked seven or eight big holes on his body by Wang Chan, his blood was defeated, but once he recovered and took the elixir, in fact But it's not a big deal. It's just that the loss of sperm and blood in the body is too much to make up for it for a while, and his face is as pale as the dead.

"Moreover, the old slave has been thinking about it so far, and he vaguely feels that things are not as irreparable as the boy said. The master has just arrived here for less than three days. Even if the news is leaked, I'm afraid it's only two or three people, and it may not be transmitted back to Chiwu Mountain. Nine times out of ten, it was the boy who said to scare the old slave. If so, the master only needs to arrive later, follow the vine, and can immediately find out everything. At that time, he will use thunderous means to kill all the insiders. Naturally, everything will be fine.

"It turns out that the master did it on purpose and let Wang Junmou leave...!" Only then did Bai Suzhen suddenly realize that she couldn't help but feel cold.

She and Wang Chan know each other very well. This is only the second time we meet. Originally, she planned to use Wang Chan to get rid of the control of Jiu Moshi. It is said that the day after tomorrow, the earth is big, and she is naturally free. Unexpectedly, Wang Chan acted directly, but in fact, he was so cruel. The fierceness of the means made her heart startled.

In just three days, Wang Chan not only refined his magic and recovered his wounds, but also killed Jiu Mozhi and subdued Jiu Moshi. He not only had all his internal worries, but also laid out calmly and let Wang Junmo go. It was clear that he had the idea of killing people and killing the air and killing the roots.

As one of the six holy places in the world, it worships the Shinto and has a huge power. If you can't kill all the insiders as soon as possible, it will naturally be a big trouble for Wang Chan.

"You are going to prepare to move the mountain now. I have my own plan later!"

Wang Chan waved his hand to dismiss Jiu Moshi and Bai Suzhen. Thinking about the past, his heart moved and he had a plan. Since the Battle of Yinshan, his identity as the ancestor of Yuantu has been known all over the world. At this time, he naturally can't appear easily. It's better than everything. After killing his mouth, he changed his identity and stayed in the capital of Dongyi. As the saying goes, the big hidden is hidden in the dynasty, and the small hidden is hidden in the city. In the Dongyi Daxia King City, there are tens of millions of people and the breath is messy. The idle people can't distinguish the breath on their own body. In addition, with the power of the Jiumo family here, they can also live quietly for a period of time.

When your sto-god recovers and practice your magic power, everything else is well planned. I hope that Wang Junmo really didn't spread the news before, otherwise the palace would move when he heard the wind. It was just a Chiwu Mountain Lord Sikong Red Flame, and it was not easy for me to resist. What's more, if the nine mountain masters took action together, it was inevitable that they would end up like Yuan Tu's ancestors.

The so-called "yi" is the person with a bow.

Therefore, in the land of Dongyi, both men and women are good at shooting. In particular, the Luoyu Palace sits in Dongyi and worships Yis the gods. It has unified the beliefs of all ethnic groups tens of thousands of years ago, and "Falling Temple Altars" have been set up everywhere in the Daxia Dynasty to accept the worship of thousands of people. Among them, the largest one is located on Dingjun Mountain in Daxia Wangcheng.

This fallen altar is built according to the mountain. It is towering and majestic. The mountain is opened as a ladder, and the mountain is surrounded by a road. From afar, the whole mountain is a huge altar from top to bottom. Along the way, what you see is all carved large pieces of jade pave, extending all the way from the top of the altar. One hundred and twenty horses galloping on the road. Every year, when it comes to Jiu Yao, Yi Shen celebrates his birthday, and there are endless believers from all over Dongyi with five bodies. All the way from these eight avenues, they worship under the altar. The incense is in full bloom. It does not go out at night and goes straight to the sky. In the depths of the royal city 180 miles away, you can smell the strong fragrance of sesame oil on the altar. .

Moreover, this is also a place for the Dongyi royal family, the emperors of the great summer, offering sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors, and holding public sacrifices.

However, putting aside everything, this is actually the ears and eyes of the palace set up in the secular world.

It is said that the palace is in charge of everything. In the land of Dongyi, there are 18 poor ethnic groups, all of which must be held hostage by it. Moreover, there are many disciples under the palace. They don't produce anything, and all rely on worship. All they need are the most uncommon natural materials and earth treasures in the world. In order to meet the needs, it is naturally necessary to "grazing" the whole Dongyi. Whether it is the king of Daxia or a peddler, as long as it is a person living here, there can be no exception.

The altar on Dingjun Mountain is located at the foot of the king's city. In addition to collecting worship, the main task is to always pay attention to the movement of the king's city. It seems that now, their tentacles of power have already penetrated into all parts of the royal city, such as mercury, up to princes and ministers, princess princes, down to street beggars, and any small images can't be hidden from them.

And this is also the biggest source of confidence in Wang Junmo's mouth, arbitrarily subverting the royal power and supporting the Jiumo family to take office.

It is said that the palace is high above, and all the people in the palace are the top figures who truly understand the Shinto. Naturally, they will not easily turn their eyes to mortals like ants. Only the nine mountain masters on Jinwu Mountain are really controlling their interests in Dongyi.

As the saying goes, a word can rejuvenate the country, and a word can destroy the country! The prosperity of authority can be seen from this.

On this day, as soon as the sky was bright, a big bird suddenly fell from the sky, with golden eyes and iron feathers. Shenjun was very good. Then someone saw Wang Junmo with broken legs. His breath was dying, his face was burning yellow, and he fainted on the back of the bird. For a moment, he exclaimed constantly, and immediately there were countless figures running around, holding him into the room. .

Immediately, the altar fell, and the golden bell rang 18 times. At the foot of the mountain, men in robes began to block the eight roads, one by one with a grim face, as if facing a great enemy.

After another half an hour, in a side hall under the altar, the door was closed, and his whole body was covered with skin and bones, and his face was sallow, as if he had just woken up from a serious illness. Wang Junmo, who had completely changed his appearance, finally slowly opened his eyes.

(to be continued)