Chapter 060 Changes in the Altar [One Update]

Under the dark crack, there is a broken altar. On the altar, there is a thick layer of dead bones, including witches, demons and beasts. All are fragmented, only a skeleton sitting under Zhu Rong's statue is intact, and there are only a few cracks in its head.

Zhu Rong's statue was also greatly damaged. The fire snake on its ears was broken, and the two dragons lost its dragon head, and the front half of the body collapsed, turning into countless fiery red mountain stone fragments. Zhu Rong's statue tilted obliquely, with a 45-degree slope facing the sky.

Chang Heng suddenly thought of the battle between the Heifeng tribe and the Xiongling tribe. As a result of the battle, the Xiongling tribe destroyed the Tianwu statue in the altar of the Heifeng tribe. The altar represents the glory and hope of a tribe, and is also the source of the power of the tribe. Originally, men, women and children in the Heifeng tribe were desperately resisting the attack of the Xiongling tribe, and the altar was the most fierce place to fight. However, when the Wu statue was smashed by several Xiongling tribes, the whole Heifeng tribe was angry. They all lost their spirit, lost their resistance, and were easily annihilated by the Xiongling tribe.

"Battle of extermination?" Blood killing Shura and Guiyun Xinsheng couldn't react for a moment, and the sword prince, who also participated in the battle of the Xiongling tribe against the Heifeng tribe, immediately understood.

"So that's a pity." After listening to Chang Heng's explanation, Xue Shura's face was covered by the mask, and Gui Yun Xinsheng's face was full of disappointment. After such a long time, I almost had a grudge against several super gangs, but I got nothing, and I don't blame Gui Yun Xinsheng for being a little disappointed.

"In fact, it's not that there is nothing, and there are still some weapons that can be used." Chang Heng picked up a broken iron from the ground, and there was only half of it left. I don't know how long it has been buried in this dark space, and the surface is covered with rust. With a gentle wave, a heavy wind passed through the air, and the remaining iron ge weighed thousands of pounds. Under the rust, a sharp cold light was extremely dazzling in the dark.

"It's really a good thing." Chang Heng suddenly remembered the black iron spear. The Xuantie long gun is just a magic weapon refined by the king of the golden scale python himself. It is only a semi-finished product, using a lot of ores. It is strong, and it is almost the same as this half iron gobi in weight and sharpness.

If Tiege can be melted and its hardware elites are integrated into the Xuantie long gun, it will definitely be upgraded to one level. If it continues to be upgraded, it is not impossible to upgrade it to the acquired spiritual treasure, or even Hongmeng spiritual treasure. Of course, these are just thinking about now.

Put this half of the iron into the bone ring, sweep the divine consciousness, and get a rough number of useful weapons on the ground. Most of the remaining weapons have been broken, and many of them have melted into metal pimples. Obviously, it was caused by the Wu Lao of this tribe that finally attracted Zhu Rong's witch power.

The three blood-killing Shura also picked up some weapon wreckage one after another, but they had no storage equipment and were not interested in this kind of thing. They casually picked up a few pieces of equipment that were roughly well-preserved and only a little damaged, and stopped to watch Chang Heng pick them with enthusiasm. No matter how much it is damaged, as long as it is made of metal, Chang Heng will put it into the bone ring and prepare to upgrade the Xuantie long gun sometime.

"I haven't seen you for two days. You really changed your gun and even changed your storage equipment." Staring at the bone ring on Chang Heng's wrist, the swordsman's tone was not without a sour smell.

"Haha, it's your fault. Who let you leave early and didn't catch up." Chang Heng didn't say it was okay, but Mr. Jian's heart was even more depressed.

Seeing that this place was just a broken altar left behind for some years, Shura and Gui Yunxinsheng were not interested. The two greeted Chang Heng and climbed to the ground separately.

"Why don't you leave yet?" Chang Heng looked at Mr. Jian standing there with the sword in his arms, which was a little strange.

"What if I leave and good things come out?" What Mr. Jian said was righteous, and Chang Heng was ironic. How could there be anything good in such a broken altar?

The original identity of these dead bones that can hit here and eventually die here must not be simple. If there are good things, they must have them, but obviously these people are eventually destroyed by the power of the witch of this tribe, and even a piece of equipment on them has been turned into powder, which can be preserved in pieces. It's not bad to have some bones. How can there be other things left?

He thoroughly searched here and found hundreds of pieces of dilapidated weapons. Finally, Chang Heng put his eyes on Zhu Rong's statue and gently put his hands on the statue.

The ancestral witch statue is the most precious wealth of a tribe, which has the role of inheritance and deterrence. Just like the Heifeng tribe, if Chang Heng had not luckily killed Wu Heixiong and attracted the power of the ancestral witch, the Xiongling tribe would not have broken through the protection of the Heifeng tribe, or would have just entered the area of the Heifeng tribe, and would have been killed by the power of the ancestral witch.

It can have this function. Obviously, this statue has some unknown secrets, and Chang Heng is very curious about this. If he can figure out this secret and use his own power to trigger the power of ancestors and witches, except for a few great saints and a few demon emperors and witches, no one will be his opponent in the whole wilderness in the future.

There was a faint red light on his body, and a trace of witch power flowed into the statue along his hands. Chang Heng originally wanted to explore the situation inside through Wu Li, but at this time, the whole statue suddenly roared, and Zhu Rong's closed eyes slowly opened.

A piece of hot fire spewed out from Zhu Rong's eyes, and the sword prince standing next to him waiting for the benefit did not resist at all. He was directly swept out by the fire and thrown to the ground. Wuli turned, and in the surprised eyes of many players on the ground, the sword prince fell firmly on the ground.

The romantic prince and Mr. Mu Bai rushed over and said, "Brother, what's going on?"

Mr. Jian did not answer. He looked at the ground cracks of the flames and looked full of excitement: "I knew this guy would definitely get benefits. This time, he will give me a share of everything he said."

Chang Heng was frightened to find that he could not move, and his hands seemed to be stuck to the statue. No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape. Every time the witch power is emitted and touches the statue, it will disappear inexplicably and has no effect. A trace of heat rushed into his body along Chang Heng's hands and rotated a few times in an instant.

"I said, ancestor, we are of the same clan. You can't do this." Chang Heng wanted to cry without tears, but he just wanted to be greedy for some benefits. How could he attract Zhu Rong's statue to shake? This is not in line with the rules.

"How many years have finally come here?" An old voice quietly came into Chang Heng's ears, and Chang Heng was shocked and fell into a coma.