Although Amei died and Lao Bai also died in the battle, Gao Zhuo was not killed by Gabriel, and dozens of players on the battleship still survived.

This is the result of the struggle. Even if it is unsatisfactory, the details have deviated from the fate that I saw.

They continued to walk deeper, until at the end, a huge altar gradually appeared in clear outline in the darkness.

It is like a majestic altar like a pyramid, with the steps rising up until people cannot see the end of the altar.

There are densely packed skulls placed around the altar, which are obviously the sacrifices of that year.

"hiss!!"

Even Buluan and the others couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment.

I don’t know how many gods it would take to kill this.

But then I thought about it, compared with this sacrifice, what are these?

You know, in order to complete the mission of the gods, they went to slaughter the world one after another. I don't know how many creatures were killed, and their souls were included in the memorial tablets.

Not to mention that at this moment, countless armies are fighting outside, and the blood has already dyed the soil of this world red.

As well as the three generations of gods in the sky who were abandoned by Queen Mother Xi and others, such a large number cannot be counted concretely.

In comparison, these sacrifices in front of me are nothing.

Xu Tong took a deep breath and looked at the altar in front of him, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Although he knew the location of the altar, it did not mean that he knew how to use the altar.

Just when Xu Tong was worried, the ground suddenly began to tremble.

"Rumble, rumble..."

Everyone can clearly feel the bluestone trembling slightly under their feet.

You must know that this is Guixu Mountain, a huge mountain that spans several worlds. If it can vibrate, you can imagine that something big must have happened outside.

“What happened outside??”

Xu Tong hurriedly asked Chang Wuju.

After a while, I heard Chang Wugu say: "From what the old magic stick said, it seems that the altar designed by the Queen Mother of the West and others has started."

Hearing this, Xu Tong frowned: "How are you? You haven't had a chance to escape yet??"

"No, but it should be available soon. Be prepared and meet me."

After Chang Wuzhen finished speaking, he took a deep breath, lifted the head of a goddess in his hand, and said to himself: "I haven't finished playing yet, why are you in a hurry!"

As he spoke, he playfully stretched out his finger and poked the goddess on the head, then grinned and threw her forward.

I saw the head drawing a perfect arc in mid-air and landing on the cloak of the youngest in front of me. As thousands of heads rose and fell, a sharp wailing sound came from their mouths.

"This is what God feels like!"

Chang Wusu took a deep breath greedily, and the golden divine blood in the air poured into his mouth and nose as he breathed. With each breath, a strange streak appeared on his chest.

These markings are entangled together, as if a huge mouth is about to open at any time.

"They have found the altar. No matter what, you should be ready to leave."

The old magic stick stood aside, squinting at Chang Wuju, and said expressionlessly.

As a result, Chang Wugu rolled his eyes at the old magic stick without hesitation: "Fuck you, uncle, it's not your turn to take command."

After finishing speaking, he didn’t forget to add: “Also, don’t call me unrestrained, I won’t like it!”

Faced with Chang Wusu's arrogant expression, the old magic stick twitched his lips, but surprisingly did not get angry. He could only snort coldly, turned his head and said nothing.

Ni stood aside and couldn't help but sneered when he saw this, walked to the old magic stick and said: "Is this the good boy you mentioned??"

When the old magician heard this, his face suddenly darkened, but what could he say? Fat Niu was already useless, but Fat Niu's abilities were exactly what they were indispensable for.

In order for the plan to go smoothly, they could only transfer Fat Niu's abilities to Chang Wuxue.

They had no better choice. Fat Niu's ability was originally prepared for Chang Wuzhen, and only Chang Wuzhen could bear it completely.

If it were anyone else, even I wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of power.

If you accept it forcefully, there are only two possibilities, one will be exploded, and the other will become a fool like a fat girl.

For this reason, they helped Chang Wuzhi reshape his body at all costs, making him complete.

Now that Chang Wuzhen had gained a power comparable to that of the second-generation gods, he suddenly started to become arrogant. Except for the youngest, he would not listen to anyone's words. Even when facing the old magic stick, he still had his own way of doing things, which really made the old magic stick feel uncomfortable.

Headache.

So even if he was ridiculed like this by Ni, the old magic stick could only swallow the broken teeth in his stomach.

In the distant sky, streaks of red rose one after another, which were the souls of endless creatures wailing.

The Queen Mother of the West has activated the altar and wants to perform sacrifices together with Guixu Mountain to completely eliminate future troubles.

But Lao Shengun and others were not panicked at all. They knew very well what Queen Mother Xi was thinking, but Queen Mother Xi didn't know that the horror of Guixu Mountain was not just that.

At this time, the strong smell of blood hit, and the figure at the end of the cloak was seen carrying the heads of two great gods.

These two heads are the heads of the Gouchen Shanggu Emperor and the Immortal Emperor respectively.

A long green hair is scattered on the youngest's face. Although his face has returned to the appearance of his youth, the vicissitudes and fatigue in his eyes can no longer be concealed.

After all, they have survived for too long, and forcibly reviving their power will quickly consume their lives.

But everything is worth it. When the eternal world opens, their lives and strength will return to their peak.

The youngest looked at Chang Wuju: "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, we've already prepared everything!"

Chang Wuzhen said with a smile as he narrowed his eyes. Then he took out the teleportation beacon from the props book, and at the same time took out a special chain, and connected his wrist with the youngest, the old magic stick, Ni Shen, and several other dead gods.

connected together.

Then he took a deep breath and his tone became urgent: "Boss, I'm getting away, hurry up, get ready to pick me up!"

Sorry, today is a bit short. It’s almost over. Let me slow down my thoughts.
Chapter completed!