The saints ascended to the altar and glanced at them with a shock.

"He is still alive?"

"No, this is not Thor." Apez first reacted, slapped his waist and released the full moon scimitar. The sharp light buzzed and decomposed into dozens or hundreds of ring-shaped light blades, spinning rapidly around his body.

The reaction speed of Zhu Jue and Jinglan's Great Sage were also very fast, and they tried their best to protect themselves and their subordinates. Then the annihilation thunder was crazily swept on the altar.

Time seemed to be still, and a tall figure stood up from the throne. You can see a blue sphere hanging above the throne, which was Luo Yang's goal of this trip, the mysterious sphere.

Every temple has a mysterious ball, which is the center of the control temple. However, it was beyond the expectations of all the holy people. It was not that Luo Yang was controlling the annihilation thunder to weaken them, but that the majestic figure in front of them actually made them feel like they were facing God.

Apez said with his understanding of the temple: "This is the obsession left by the gods. It is mixed with the Thor's Hammer and becomes a very terrifying god, equivalent to the deified version of the spirit-eating. He has been mobilizing the power of the Thor's Hammer to weaken us. Fortunately, we have been on the altar and bombing indiscriminately!"

Knowing that it is one thing, but wanting to quit is another.

"Damn it!" No matter how the saints cursed, they could not avoid being hit by the thunder.

The thunder brush that was so fierce that it was beyond imagination, Zhu Jue took out a big sword and shouted: "The best defense mode is attack, everyone and I will destroy him."

"Boom, rumble, rumble..."

Thunder was overwhelming, and the Great Sage Zhu Jue moved the real sign.

The old guy was so powerful that he first fell 1,080 magnificent sword energy, and then 56,000 sword shadows were strangled. Other saints used the Taoist seals handed down by the god-level existence of the ancient clan to form a black fine needle to stab the god-general obsession.

At this moment, dazzling light burst out from the altar.

Then a shock wave formed, diffusing outward with the altar as the center...

Because of the great movement, Luo Yang has woken up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw thick fog sweeping across the face, and a large number of cracks appeared on the last step.

There were continuous wars on the altar, and the surrounding space was constantly shaking.

At some point, Luo Yang hurriedly lay down, feeling the thunder and sea above his head, and the power of lightning flooded everything, making the altar almost shattered, and large pieces of rock fell down.

"My God! What exactly happened above?" Under this vast power, Luo Yang felt so small that he could not even sense the battlefield.

At this moment, an angry roar came.

"Just bastard, just a god general, I'm not at peace after death."

The battle continued, but it was much less arrogance than before. Luo Yang heard the "ping-ping-pong" sound and wanted to withdraw from here immediately, but he felt unwilling to accept it.

"No! The situation is unknown. I will leave now. These saints may not be able to catch up. At least I have to know the specific situation so that I can make a judgment." Luo Yang finally decided to take the risk. He tried his best to protect himself, holding the Taichong sword in his hand and crawled forward because the wave of impact appeared on his head was too strong.

Just at this moment, a saint fled and wanted to fly away from the altar, but they didn't fly far away and encountered a sharp blade-like slit of space.

These space slits are particularly slender, and not static, but are swimming around the altar like a school of fish.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Holy blood was sprinkled in the sky, and broken arms and limbs fell just far in front of Luo Yang, making him afraid to move.

After waiting for a long time, no "fragments" fell from the air. Luo Yang's face became quite serious, because so many saints fled, which shows that the fierce fighting on the altar exceeded imagination.

Luo Yang stopped and collected some spoils, sent the holy blood back to the Shenque seal for Emperor Cultivation to deal with, and the holy bones were his favorite. Unfortunately, all the holy soldiers were smashed into pieces, and at most some raw materials were recycled. Other spoils were rare. I really didn't expect that these saints would become such a virtue.

Can it be endless? All the things that should be used are used, and the items left on the body are also shattered by the space slits, so it would be nice to be able to take some holy bones for nothing.

Luo Yang continued to move forward, not scared by the scene just now.

He was also stupid and bold. Everyone was running away, but he took the initiative to move forward. Even if there was a treasure box seal for defense, what was it for the Saint level and the God?

In fact, Luo Yang was right, and the stairs leaving the altar were collapsing downwards, and the space slit near the altar began to shrink towards the altar. Even if the saint wanted to leave, there was little hope at the moment.

The fog is dissipating, and the space embedded in the last step begins to collapse.

Fortunately, this layer of space resists the impact wave, otherwise Luo Yang would no longer exist.

In short, he is a lucky guy, and the ants have the highest ability to survive in the cracks. And before becoming a saint level, there is nothing wrong with being an ants. At least many saints have died, and he is still alive.

Finally, Luo Yang climbed onto the altar and saw the light and shadow swaying back and forth. With his eyesight, he couldn't see clearly the figures of both sides of the battle.

"So advanced, what are these people standing at the top of evolution fighting against?" As soon as a question arose in my heart, a roar came from the opposite side: "Thunder God's Heavenly Power, kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The murderous aura boiled, and the next moment the altar began to break.

The black lightning ball quickly formed and its volume continued to expand, which caused the three great saint-level figures to be shocked and shouted and retreated wildly to the rear.

Is it still time to retreat?

These high-level battles have nothing to do with Luo Yang, and he couldn't see the movements of these masters clearly. However, he saw something, which was the mysterious ball floating above the throne.

"That's right, it's this thing." Luo Yang raised his hand and kept hooking his little fingers.

Why did he hook his little finger? Don’t forget the empty sky box seal. The beauty of this Taoist seal is that it can ignore the blockade to a certain extent and obtain the things in the treasure chest.

Luo Yang regarded the throne as a treasure chest. If he hooked it once, he failed, so he hooked it for the second time, the third time, and the fourth time. Anyway, the masters were fighting fiercely, and the black lightning ball appeared, and the battlefield was in chaos, so he couldn't care about him.

With a crisp "ding" sound, Luo Yang was extremely happy and said to himself: "It's done!"

It did, but it was too successful. The Skybox Seal not only hooked up the mysterious ball, but also sent the God's throne into the Shenque Seal.

"Damn!" Luo Yang was frightened. That was the Thunder God's throne. Look at the fighting on the altar so fiercely, it means that there must be the ultimate guardian of the altar. Is he okay to do this?

It's still "Okay?", the sky is almost piercing a hole.

"You humble existences, dare to get involved in my God-Divine Host?" The general's obsession was furious. He didn't know that these saints were not in the same group as Luo Yang. The black lightning ball swelled like crazy and then exploded.
Chapter completed!