ps: Thank you for not seeing the water, and you will be happy

On the huge altar, a few lines of words were depicted with blood.

Looking at the font, it seems to be written in deep despair, the edge of death, the endless struggle, and the deep despair.

Just looking at it, Wu Hao could feel how unwilling and despair he had written these words.

The rich aura almost hits the face.

Endless fear grows in the font.

We were all cheated.

He is coming, no, no, who can stop Him? The world? God? No, He is already possible

The fonts are intermittent, and some are not portrayed.

You can imagine how hasty the person who wrote at that time was.

"He is coming?"

"All have been cheated?"

Wu Hao was puzzled and the monk was confused.

He walked closer and looked carefully to see if he had any other misses.

"Wait, something is wrong with this blood"

His face changed suddenly and his body quickly retreated backwards.

The next moment, the fonts originally portrayed with blood were twisted and winding, and it turned out to be the blood, squirming little by little.

Is this blood alive?

Seeing Wu Hao's scalp tingling scene appeared.

There is no liquid here. It is clearly a tiny red insect that seems to feel the breath of the existence of living creatures. They struggle and wriggle, floating into the void, and quickly expanding.

In just a moment, the altar was covered with dense blood-colored red worms.

"not good!"

This bug gave Wu Hao a very bad feeling, strange, evil, and even more distorted than his own weird power.

He decided to start first.

Bang bang bang bang!

Three knocks on the door were heard.

In an instant, all the insects floating on the altar exploded and turned into a pool of blood.

However, before Wu Hao could breathe a sigh of relief, the blood gathered together and turned into a larger pool of blood. Countless tiny insects reproduced from it and continued to grow in the void, and more and more.

After being attacked by Wu Hao, these things not only did not weaken or disappear, but instead became more and more severe.

The bugs gather together and make buzzing sounds, countless blood flowing down from them.

In a way that violates the law of conservation of mass, it adds value without limit.

"This is this"

"Damn it, why is it similar to the viscous liquids I encountered before?"

"No, to be more precise"

The following scene is even more terrifying.

These insects gathered together, but did not attack Su Hao. Instead, they extended into countless red silk threads. The silk threads were entangled together and eventually turned into bare plant branches.

"Fuson branch!"

Wu Hao said word by word, staring at the leavesless plants in front of him, his eyes unspeakable indescribable.

He knew this plant, which was a fusom tree he had seen before.

He had encountered this plant in the former Feilai Peak and the current Datu Tomb's Flame Realm.

Unexpectedly, this time, this plant was once again seen in this foreign country, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the motherland, underground in the secret archives corridor of the Holy See, and inside the mysterious gate.

I kept recalling the emergence of Fuso trees in my mind, from blood to insects, from insects to silk threads, and silk threads were entangled, turning into this special plant.

"Is this blood owner a larger Fuso tree or a similar bug?"

"Also, is the owner of this blood related to that huge earthen tomb?"

"It's interesting, that place is really interesting. It involves the sun mark, the little gully grave inside, and now there is the first time that Xu Fu's Fusang trees were buried inside the big earth tomb. Although the body is gone, the bones in the first floor are definitely not his. And the blood in front of him is also very likely to be related to one of the twelve kings."

"This big earth tomb is really interesting. What exactly is it there? What secret is it? It is unimaginable to involve so many mysterious existences."

Wu Hao sighed deeply, and only then did he get closer when he saw that all the insects had condensed into fusom trees.

Another branch was broken from a Fusom tree, similar to the previous scene, with blood constantly dripping out of it and never stopping.

Sure enough, it is the Fusom tree.

Over the years, Wu Hao has not discovered that anything else violates the law of conservation of material energy.

This kind of blood dripping out of thin air is only the Fusom tree, and this kind of thing is nothing else.

The font on the altar has completely disappeared.

Standing among the bushes of Fusang trees, Wu Hao was in a trance, as if he had returned to that area of ​​flames.

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed.

It is sunken in the center of the altar.

Wu Hao looked at the sunken shape and looked moved. This was very consistent with the small altar he obtained in Priest Town.

I took out the small altar and tried it, but it was put in tightly.

However, nothing happened.

What's going on? Shouldn't there be no reaction? This made Wu Hao, who was on alert, slightly stunned.

"Wait, maybe"

Wu Hao took out the twelve candles. After years of use, these candles were almost exhausted. Originally, Wu Hao thought that this thing would not be consumed, but as he entered the strange dream world more and more, he also found that this thing would be consumed inexplicably.

Although they are already known how to make them, they still need to save money if they are not necessary.

Most humans were stopped by time, but they could not find so many materials to make.

The candles were neatly divided into twelve rows, placed around the altar, and then ignited by Wu Hao.

In a few seconds

A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, and suddenly circled in the center of the altar.

The yellow candle flames turned blood red one after another.

The space around is also reflected in a gloomy and weird way.

The small altar in the middle suddenly cracked and a passage emerged.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows. There was actually a small space under the altar, and he hadn't sensed it at all.

Without obtaining this small altar, he would have no way to enter.

"This is the real treasure?"

"The blood words above, and even the source of the previous faith, snow man, are just appetizers, or just to cover up the space below?"

"What will happen below?"

Wu Hao stared at the cracked passage of the altar, then turned his head and looked at the black and white portal not far behind him. He could feel that the power of the door's rune had completely swallowed the portal and gradually spread to the entire space.

It won't take long to use the power of the door character rune to completely transform this place into a part of itself.

He had to wait, and wait until the door's rune completely controls the place before going on.
Chapter completed!