The number of demons around the altar is as high as 30,000.

The more than 30,000 demons who crawled on the ground to pray were all elite warriors of the tribe, and their strength reached the level six or above in the late stage of the True God.

The hundreds of demons standing in the middle of the altar are all masters of the tribe. Many of them have reached the lord level and are the backbone of the altar formation.

The twelve powerful divine masters at the top of the altar are the elders, guardians and priests of the tribe, all of whom are the leaders who preside over the formation.

In addition to the twelve strong men, tens of thousands of others are receiving the magic baptism of the dark crystal core and enhancing their own strength.

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful feeling of becoming stronger. No one expected that an alien race, a human young man with black hair and black eyes, suddenly appeared on his head!

At that moment, everyone looked at He Wuhen in amazement, and was stunned.

No one understood what was going on?

However, many demons were staring blankly, and He Wuhen was not standing there.

"Hand of God!"

He suddenly shouted softly, shot out a golden hand covering the sky and the sun, and grabbed the dark crystal core that was suspended at the top of the altar.

Suddenly, the dark light emitted from the dark crystal core and the surging magic power that surged were all wrapped up by the hand of the gods, and they could not be dispersed at all.

The dark crystal core is part of the altar formation, and of course it is firmly sealed by the power of the formation.

He Wuhen tried twice, and the hand of the god burst out with powerful power, but he failed to capture the dark crystal core.

It was not until this time that the demons around came to their senses and instantly understood what was going on.

Suddenly, the altar exploded, and many demons roared angryly.

"There are invaders! It's a damn alien!"

"Hurry! Kill him!"

"That's a lowly human reptile! He actually wants to steal the holy objects of our tribe!"

"Stop him quickly! Never let him succeed, otherwise the 30,000 years of hard work in this clan will be wasted!"

"Damn human trash, die!"

Tens of thousands of demons roared and cursed, and the sound of the waves really shocked hundreds of thousands of miles apart.

More than 30,000 demon warriors all took out magical artifact swords and swung their swords to attack.

Hundreds of demon masters also used their magical skills in anger and siege against He Wuhen.

Although the twelve strong men who presided over the operation of the altar were also very furious, they relied on their identities and did not attack immediately.

Moreover, they will continue to preside over the altar formation and protect the dark crystal core.

Accompanied by the shouts of killing soaring into the sky, the magical brilliance and magic fog that covered the sky and covered the sun appeared on the top of the mountain, and immediately drowned He Wuhen's figure.

He Wuhen ignored the attacks of those ordinary demons, and his hands turned into the hands of the gods, firmly holding the dark crystal core, and burst out with all his strength again.

"Captain the God!"

With his low shout, his body immediately turned into a giant with dazzling golden light lit up all over his body.

His combat power increased by thirty times, and his strength and defense also increased by thirty times.

The dark crystal core, which was firmly protected by the altar array, could no longer withstand his powerful power and vibrated violently.

The altar array extended more than 30 invisible chains, locking the dark crystal core and fixing it in mid-air.

He Wuhen burst out with all his strength, used a pair of gods' hands, held the dark crystal core and pulled it desperately into his arms, and immediately pulled more than a dozen chains.

Suddenly, more than a dozen mountains in this area turned into boundless seas of fire, and more than 30,000 demons were also submerged by the sea of ​​fire.

The desolate black mountains were burned into slurry by the sea of ​​fire, and more than 30,000 demons and warriors also suffered heavy casualties, most of which turned into ashes.

He Wuhen used another move of "Hide of the Underworld" and killed several demon masters with sword light.

The fragments of the sword condensed into a death hurricane, covering more than 30 demon god masters and seven powerful god masters.

The death hurricane was spinning and strangling at an extremely fast speed, and it stopped slowly after half a minute.

When the hurricane dissipated, more than 30 demon masters died and all turned into ashes and dust.

Three of the seven powerful gods died on the spot, leaving only four powerful gods, and their bodies were destroyed, leaving only souls.

It was not until this time that they felt the fear of death and no longer dared to fight with He Wuhen. They turned around and ran away in a panic.

However, He Wuhen used the hand of the gods again, used several unique divine techniques, and killed the souls of the four powerful men.

The battle ended like this.

The light of the magic arts in the sky gradually dimmed, and the slurry ocean of a radius of 100,000 miles gradually cooled down, turning into a black wasteland, emitting black smoke.

The unknown demon tribe also suffered an extremely tragic blow, almost in name only.

After all, the strong men and masters of the tribe, as well as more than 30,000 warriors, were all killed.

The hundreds of thousands of surviving demons and gods also fled from the tribe and ran around to escape.

He Wuhen glanced at the battlefield expressionlessly, and did not chase and kill the demons and people. He put away the blood-drinking sword and turned away.

Logically speaking, he had just done something to kill someone and grab treasure, and he must have felt guilty.

However, he had nothing to feel guilty about killing the demon gods and robbing the treasures of the demon gods, but he just thought it was a way for heaven.

After leaving the battlefield, He Wuhen continued to fly east for two days.

Two days later, he landed in a very remote mountain range.

There is no demon god tribe within tens of thousands of miles around this mountain range, and there is basically no demon god coming on weekdays, so it is very hidden.

He Wuhen sneaked into the mountains, dug a cave deep in the ground, and arranged a defensive formation.

Then he stayed in the cave, took out the Tower of Heaven, and entered the illusion of time.

That's right, He Wuhen planned to continue his journey, so he decided to find a way to refine the dark crystal core and comprehend the power of the dark law.

In the illusion of time, He Wuhen came to a roulette formation.

Qianshanmo and Danyang were also practicing in seclusion in the roulette formation, striving to condense the laws of the divine way and sprint towards the strength of the God-level master.

He Wuhen awakened Qian Shanmo, took out the dark crystal core and handed it to him, and then told him the origin of this dark crystal core.

Qian Shanmo quickly understood that what he had to do was to match six rare medicinal materials, use the technique of refining divine pills to remove the demonic energy in the crystal core and retain the dark power.

With Qianshan Mo's accomplishments in alchemy, it is not difficult to achieve this.

Moreover, He Wuhen has countless medicinal materials in his hand, so it is not difficult to get those six rare medicinal materials together.

Not long after, he found six medicinal materials and handed them to Qianshan Mo, and asked Qianshan Mo to cleanse the dark crystal core.

Qianshanmo did not disappoint He Wuhen. It took only a short century to clean the dark crystal core successfully.

A hundred years later, Qianshanmo's mission was completed and he went back to retreat and practiced in seclusion.
Chapter completed!