novellk Chapter 1447 The Final Danger
Chapter 1447 The Final Danger
[This is Chapter 1443, there are no missing chapters]
Suddenly, a sticky, almost suffocating feeling quickly spread from the soles of my feet to my entire body.
Subconsciously looking down, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, and Wang Xian felt as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his heart.
There was no solid ground under his feet, only countless blood mud. The thick dark red liquid glowed with a strange luster in the dim light. It was a horrible thing made up of countless flesh and blood, emitting a disgusting smell, as if telling of the misery and despair of the past.
There seemed to be countless wronged souls struggling and roaring in the blood mud, trying to break free from this endless pain.
Wang Xian suppressed the discomfort in his heart, slowly squatted down, and tried to carefully explore the origin of the blood mud.
Wang Xian slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. The moment his fingers touched the blood mud, a powerful and complex emotion surged into his mind like a surging tide, like a flood that broke through the dam, completely submerging his consciousness.
In an instant, countless chaotic voices exploded in Wang Xian's ears.
Roaring, crying, and desperate shouts interweave into a sad song of despair.
The tragic scene at the end of the era appeared before Wang Xian's eyes, as if he was in that era of war and suffering.
The 'weird clan' came out in full force, their figures shuttled between the various races like ghosts, and wherever they went, there was blood and rain, and all lives were destroyed.
The bodies of the 'weird clan' were twisted, emitting a strange green light all over their bodies. Every time they waved their limbs, innocent lives were lost.
Their claws were as sharp as knives, easily tearing the bodies of creatures of all races, causing blood to splatter and screams to be heard.
The geniuses and strong men of all races rose up in resistance. Their eyes were determined and they did not back down even when faced with the threat of death.
However, the impact of the 'Age of Absolute Spirits' was too terrible. Having lost their spiritual energy, they were as fragile as babies in swaddling clothes in front of the powerful 'Weird Clan'.
The light in the eyes of the geniuses and strong men of all races gradually dimmed, and fear and despair spread across their faces.
The former high spirits and lofty ambitions have now been replaced by endless fear.
The 'Strange Clan' brought the captured geniuses of all races to this terrifying altar, ruthlessly threw them into the altar, and cruelly squeezed the pale golden mysterious substance from their bodies.
The geniuses of all races screamed in pain, their bodies gradually twisted and deformed under the power of the altar, and their life force rapidly drained away like sand in an hourglass.
Their broken bodies were thrown here at random, and over time, they formed this creepy blood mud.
In the blood mud, there seemed to be lingering resentment and resentment from their lifetime, and every inch of it was soaked in endless pain.
Wang Xian felt the deep reluctance and despair of the geniuses of all races from these blood muds.
They are the stars of hope for all races, the hope for the next era after all races have passed through the 'Age of Absolute Spirits', and they have unlimited potential and a bright future.
They had practiced hard in their respective clan lands, dreaming of leading their people to glory one day, but at the end of this era, they were ruthlessly killed by the "weird clan".
They were unwilling to see their lives end like this, and unwilling to see their ideals and ambitions come to nothing.
In the last moments of their lives, the smiles of their loved ones and their former ambitions may still be echoing in their minds.
Fear surged from the blood mud like a tide. When those geniuses faced the capture of the "weird clan" and the terror of the altar, their hearts were filled with fear.
This fear is like a curse, deeply imprinted in the blood mud and becomes an eternal pain.
Despair made Wang Xian feel a sharp pain in his heart.
When the geniuses of all races realized that they could not escape the clutches of the "weird clan", despair enveloped their entire world.
They watched their bodies gradually fall apart and the light of their lives go out bit by bit. Wang Xian felt the same despair.
The light that once existed in their eyes gradually faded, leaving only endless darkness and despair.
The 'Age of Absolute Spirits' is the last period at the end of the era and the last darkness before dawn. As long as you survive this period, there will be infinite light and hope.
It’s a pity that these geniuses did not fall in the endless darkness, but fell into the hands of the "weird clan" and died in the last moment before dawn.
"Ugh!"
Wang Xian sighed softly, slowly stood up, looked up at the terrifying altar, and his pupils instantly shrank to the extreme.
Above the altar, a blurry figure holding a scepter suddenly appeared.
The figure was emitting a strange light and his face could not be seen clearly, but Wang Xian could feel a strong and evil aura coming towards him.
He remembered this figure. It was the creature among the information carried by those magical creatures. It was the figure that presided over the blood sacrifice of the geniuses of all races.
Why did this figure suddenly appear here?
Wang Xian couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fear in his heart.
Although the 'Great Way of Samsara' has endowed him with nearly immortality, facing the existence of this genius who led the blood sacrifice of all races, he really cannot be sure whether the other party has the terrifying power to destroy the 'Great Way of Samsara'.
After all, this is an evil race that uses all other races as sacrifices. It was active in the 'Age of Absolute Spirits' at the end of the era, and it is unknown how long it has existed. Its background and strength are unfathomable.
In particular, this race continues to extract the pale golden mysterious substance from the bodies of the geniuses of all races, and that mysterious substance can undoubtedly greatly enhance their strength.
Wang Xian stared closely at the blurry figure above the altar. As time passed, he gradually noticed something strange.
Suppressing the fear surging in his heart, a ray of spiritual consciousness quietly emerged from his sea of consciousness and cautiously probed towards the blurry figure.
The moment it touched the figure, that wisp of spiritual consciousness was instantly extinguished like a candle in the wind.
However, Wang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, it was just a mark.
Even so, this remaining mark possesses such powerful strength, so how terrifying must the strength of its original body be.
Wang Xian took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions surging in his heart. He shifted his gaze away from the blurry figure above the altar and carefully moved around the altar that exuded an endless aura of death and weirdness.
Wang Xian's footsteps were extremely light, making almost no sound, but his eyes were always alertly staring at the surroundings to prevent any unexpected situations.
It’s not that Wang Xian didn’t want to fly away directly or tear up the space to leave this place, but every time he had this thought, he felt a sense of panic in his heart.
Wang Xian knew that it was definitely because of the altar.
Wang Xian chose to trust his own feelings and rely on his own feet to leave this hopeless place of geniuses of all races.
The air around him seemed to be stagnant due to the evil power of the altar. Every step he took was like struggling in a sticky swamp. As he gradually moved away from the terrifying altar, the suffocating feeling of oppression did not diminish at all.
The foul smell of blood mud filled the air, making Wang Xian feel like nausea.
Looking back at the altar from time to time, Wang Xian secretly wondered in his heart, how many unknown secrets this "weird clan" still hides?
Just as Wang Xian was struggling to move forward, a burst of rapid and disordered panting suddenly came from the distance.
Wang Xian was startled and quickly hid himself.
After a while, Mu Li appeared in the field of vision with a dozen seriously injured "Immortal Venerable" subordinates.
Mu Li’s face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear and fatigue.
When they saw the horrifying altar, they all stopped abruptly.
Mu Li's body trembled slightly, and his lips quivered unconsciously.
The dozen or so 'Immortal Venerable' subordinates were even worse. Some of them were frightened and collapsed into the blood mud on the ground. Their eyes were empty and they muttered to themselves, as if they had been completely swallowed by fear.
There were a few who didn't even have the strength to scream and died instantly. It seemed that their souls left their bodies due to the horrific scene.
Mu Li gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twisted with fear and pain. He knew well the horror of this altar, and also understood how dangerous the situation he and his men were in at the moment.
But he knew better that in this strange world, retreat would only lead to death.
Mu Li suppressed his inner fear and shouted in a trembling voice: "Everyone cheer up! We must find a way out, otherwise we will all die here!"
Although the remaining few "Immortal Venerable" subordinates were trembling with fear, they still managed to cheer up with Mu Li's encouragement.
They supported each other and stumbled in the direction where Wang Xian left.
Wang Xian hid in the dark and saw all of this.
He didn't want to have too many entanglements with Mu Li and the others, but they were in danger at the moment. If he left them alone, they would probably not be able to leave here alive.
Of course, as I said before, Wang Xian didn't care about the life and death of Mu Li and his men, but Wang Xian was not sure whether he could leave the 'Jidao Palace' after leaving this world where the 'weird clan' used blood sacrifices to sacrifice the geniuses of all races.
Rather than letting Mu Li and his men die here in vain, it would be better to take them away from this world. When they encounter something or an unknown world in the future, it would be a good idea to let Mu Li and his men explore the way.
Thinking of this, Wang Xian revealed himself and appeared in the sight of Mu Li and his remaining men.
"Uh……"
Wang Xian's appearance was too abrupt, and coupled with the terrifying atmosphere of the place, Mu Li and several of his men were still in fear. One of Mu Li's men was actually scared to death by Wang Xian.
Wang Xian was silent!
Wang Xian was speechless.
"Let's go!"
Wang Xian dropped two words, turned around and headed towards the portal that contained the information he had read from those magical creatures.
"Little Lord."
A 'Tianzun' spoke, although he didn't say anything, but what he wanted to express was very clear.
Mu Li looked at Wang Xian's back with a complicated expression. He knew that Wang Xian wanted to take them away from this world and not to save them, but he really had no choice now. If he could go back to the time before entering the 'Jidao Palace', he would definitely not choose to enter the 'Jidao Palace', but would enter Wang Xian's cave treasure like the practitioners from other top forces.
"Let's go!"
Mu Li said the same two words as Wang Xian, took a step forward, and chased after Wang Xian's back.
Those 'Immortal Venerable' cultivators quickly followed without saying a word.
The portal to this world where the "weird clan" used to sacrifice the geniuses of all races was not too far from the altar, only about 100,000 kilometers away.
Originally, such a distance would only take a moment for an Immortal-level cultivator, but in this strange world, where it was impossible to fly, it would take quite a bit of time to move towards the portal step by step.
Fortunately, whether it was Wang Xian, Mu Li or his seriously injured and dying subordinates, even if they could not fly, their physical fitness was there. Even if they relied on their legs alone, it didn't take them long to reach the vicinity of the gate.
Looking at the gate not far away, Wang Xian stopped, and seeing Wang Xian stopped, Mu Li and several of his men also stopped.
Mu Li wanted to ask Wang Xian why he stopped, but he was still afraid of Wang Xian and did not speak. His several seriously injured subordinates naturally did not dare to ask.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Suddenly, the air around them became freezing cold, and a thick fog as thick as ink spread out without warning.
The fog came extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye it tightly enveloped Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men, shrinking their visible range to just a few feet.
A bright silver light flashed, and the Emperor Dragon Spear appeared in Wang Xian's hand.
The gun blade trembled slightly, as if it was sensing the impending danger.
Wang Xian's eyes were as sharp as torches, trying to penetrate the thick fog and explore the threats hidden in it.
However, before Wang Xian could notice anything, several huge tentacles suddenly emerged from the fog like ghosts, aiming directly at Mu Li's men.
The surface of these tentacles is covered with sticky black mucus, emitting a disgusting stench. Each one is as thick as a bucket and has incredible power.
Wherever the tentacles reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
Mu Li's men were terrified and waved their magic weapons in panic, trying to resist this sudden attack.
But their resistance seemed so powerless in front of these powerful tentacles, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
A tentacle instantly wrapped around one of Mu Li's 'Immortal Venerable' subordinates. The subordinate struggled desperately, his face full of fear and despair, and he screamed miserably: "Save me! Save me!"
Wang Xian's eyes flashed when he saw this, and without hesitation, he rushed towards the tentacles like a black lightning.
puff!
The sharp gun blade cut off the tentacle, and the subordinate fell heavily to the ground, still in shock.
However, this was just the beginning. More tentacles surged in from all directions like a tide, surrounding Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men.
To Wang Xian, these tentacles were not strong, but to Mu Li and his severely injured men, each tentacle was fatal! (End of this chapter)