"Once sacrifice is made, this ancient city will be opened, and we may go out or enter an unknown land."

Yin Wudi reminded that there was no record of this sacrifice paper. It was possible that the ancients used the sacrifice paper as the array core and engraved a complete transmission array.

It is also possible that everyone's lives were sacrificed for a killing situation.

Another tribe has broken through the extreme bone realm. There are now eighteen people in the extreme bone realm, which is also the peak of martial arts recently.

After discussion, the tribe members decided to go on the road and could not delay any further.

Yin Wudi prepared for a long time and according to the text, he wanted to sacrifice with offerings.

The tribe members took out many things, and brought dozens of cans of spiritual blood, all of which were used for sacrifice, including a large number of blood crystals and spiritual medicines.

A large jar filled with spiritual blood and sank into the blood crystal spiritual medicine.

Many tribesmen flowed in with their own spiritual blood, and everything was carried out according to the ancient system.

The golden scroll was unfolding, and the tribe members began to recite sacrificial words. Thousands of people spoke in unison to sue each other. The golden scroll began to shine and became more and more prosperous.

Golden patterns surged out from the golden rolls, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire ancestral temple.

The ancient Lun sounds sound, which seems to be the Zen sound of gods and Buddhas, and it seems to be the chanting of saints.

A scene is reflected in the glory. The ancient city crosses the earth, and the ancient city walls are broken, blood stains red, and the marks of swords, arrows and halberds are covered with marks.

The smoke of gunpowder and fire are endless, the murderous intent is overwhelming, and the blood is extremely strong. Under the city, there are already mountains of corpses and debris everywhere, and blood is formed into a river.

Human race, there are alien races.

In the dilapidated city, a person kneeled down with a solemn expression. After careful look, a person had a knife inserted in his chest.

They were chanting spells, and the magic knife was stained with blood, and they were harvesting their lives.

Blood is used as sacrifice and soul is used as sacrifice.

They were offering sacrifices to themselves, their eyes were firm, without regrets, and they were willing to die.

The endless hatred and the unwilling despair in their eyes made them crazy and willing to fight with their lives.

After the spell is recited, the soul is extinguished, and the mutated corpse patterns are spread all over the body.

A person turned into a blood corpse. They roared, waved their swords and rushed to the outside of the city frantically.

No regrets, just to fight to the death.

The golden scroll vision disappeared, and the terrifying aura shocked everyone. The golden scroll swung, and the spiritual blood of the entire water tank was swallowed.

The runes pour out like sea water, shaking in the air, creating a golden avenue.

The road is boundless, as if it is standing in the universe and cannot see through the end of the road at all.

You can see strange scenes, but the tribe members have no choice.

"Whether it is death or life, it depends entirely on God's will."

After the spiritual blood could not last long, Wang Qingfeng and his tribe rushed up, and thousands of people all set foot onto the Void Avenue.

Bang.

The big tank broke, the gold rolls of paper flew away, and returned to the attic again. The damaged stone statues rejoined and were intact.

The disappearing tribe members rushed by as if they had experienced the passage of time and space.

When the tribe members appeared again, they were shocked. It was still in the ancestral temple and the ancient city.

"What? We're back."

"It's different, you guys see."

Everyone looked into the portal and saw the corpse and bones corpse that were lying in the pile of gravels, which was different from what they saw first.

Wang Changan looked at Shi Xiang, who was looking at Feng's eyes, and found that the Shi Xiang had already been ruined, and the Shi Xiang's body was covered with cracks. How long ago did it exist?

After a long time, the stones decayed and cracked.

There are still more than thirty stone figures, but each one looks extremely dilapidated and completely different from the previous ancient city.

"Are we in the illusion?" Wang Xiaojue shouted.

"Impossible, our realm is still there. Look, the ancient book in this animal skin bag is still there."

Some tribe members responded that he had made a breakthrough in the ancient city before, but now he is still in the extreme bone realm, and his cultivation has not regressed.

"Yes, what's going on?" Wang Qingfeng and others were puzzled.

"It's not an illusion. Could it be that we really went to a ghost town?" Wang Dazhuang said.

"Old rabbit, what do you think?"

"I don't know either."

"Uncle, is it a matter of time? It's a bit more broken here than there?" Wang Changan said.

Everyone was stunned, what does this mean?

"It is possible that we have experienced two periods of ancient city. This one is realistic and that one is from the past."

"This explanation is very reasonable, it's not bad. Lao An has two brushes from Mr. Rabbit."

Yin Wudi said, everyone began to observe the ancient city carefully and found that corpses were everywhere, and even their clothes were rotten.

Wang Changan and others rushed to the attic as soon as possible, wanting to see if the golden scroll sacrifice paper is still there.

“Still here.”

Wang Changan felt incredible. The sacrifice paper was still there, but it turned black, with a large piece of incompleteness and no longer shining.

"Ah, it's destroyed." Yin Wudi looked at it and said.

"Yes, there is no spirituality." Wang Qingfeng said.

This is soul gold, and even spiritual weapons cannot be cut, but it still rots.

Or it was destroyed.

"Even if it can no longer be used as sacrifice paper, it is still soul gold, which can be nourished and cast into its own soul weapon." Wang Qingfeng said.

"It's hard, it's too difficult. The reason why the Horcrux is rare is that it requires too much soul power to accumulate and casting weapons, and it's hard for one person to satisfy it."

Yin Wudi said, breaking Wang Qingfeng's fantasy.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you." Wang Changqi affirmed.

"But it's broken."

"It's okay, I want to use it to cast a new Horcrux. If I can't do it, I will leave it to the tribe. One day, my Xinggu tribe will also have Horcrux."

Wang Changan clenched his fists and said, his eyes full of beauty.

"Okay, Xiao An is right. If we don't have one generation, we will succeed in two generations."

Wang Chang'an put away the golden scrolls, and the tribe members searched the entire attic and found some ancient stories. All the ancient stories were broken and of no value at all.

"There are a few weapons here." A tribe member said, and Yin Wudi arrived immediately.

There are six long spears on one shelf, all of which are bronze and rusty, making people feel the age of time at a glance.

The spear is beautiful and carved with cloud-like patterns and flowing patterns like water. Even though it is old, it still has the power to intimidate people.

The copper rust seems to contain a sharp edge.

There are six long spears here, all of which are green and extremely simple, which makes people feel incredible.

"This gun has words, look, ancient style." Xiao Jue said, pointing to the words engraved on the handle.

"This rod also has blood-sucking."

"The wind, chases the moon, turns flowers, sucks blood, sucks the lone, and proud dragons, this is the name of six guns."

Wang Xiaojue picked up the Changfeng Gun, and whispered a soft gun, stabbed out with one shot, revealing his sharpness, and the gun energy surged out like the wind.

"A good gun, very extraordinary." Xiao Jue smiled, very happy.

clang.

Yin Wudi held the bronze sword and slashed the ancient spear. The sound of metal was shaking, and only sparks were seen, but the guns were not broken. These guns had a great origin.

"Even the bronze sword can't be cut, it's amazing. If you re-spend, you will definitely be able to recreate the power of this gun."

"A mysterious weapon, at least it is a mysterious weapon."

"We don't have many guns here, so Xiao Jue is very good at using guns. He is old guns, so pick one."

"Okay, I'll play the Proud Dragon Spear." Xiao Jue said, and Xiao Jue stepped forward and held the Proud Dragon Spear in one hand.

Ang, the Aolong Spear actually made a dragon roar, and the entire gun trembled continuously. Wang Xiaojue roared, and the terrifying aura suppressed the Aolong Spear.

"This gun still has a spirit?"

"You are proud, but I am even more proud."

Xiao Jue said, a young heroic spirit appeared on his body. He was born extraordinary. When Wang Chang'an first met him, he was full of heroic posture.

The Aolong spear trembled violently, making Xiaojue's palms turn red, and even a gun air flows out, gradually, blood flows through his palms.
To be continued...