After the seventh time of replacing the life, the golden blades did not leave Xiang Yang with any chance to breathe, and then flocked to him again.

At this time, the scope of prohibition for the altar of sacrifice has not yet been released, and talismans and other objects are useless. The trump cards at hand will not play much role in this situation.

Xiang Yang opened the eighteen Ancestral Dragon Nodes again, and was about to fight to the death, suddenly a green light flashed on his wrist, but the clone of the Qiankun Cauldron flashed.

A thin blue barrier rose leisurely and surrounded the surroundings.

The golden blades hit and made a loud "clang" sound, but the barrier remained unmoved.

"this"

Xiang Yang was surprised that the clone of the Qiankun Cauldron would automatically protect the master.

But why did he not appear last time when facing the world-destroying fire beast in the lost fire cave?

Could it be that this is related to the Eighth Substitute? Last time I had not had time to use this life-saving magic weapon.

But no matter what, this is a good thing. Look at this, those strange golden blades will not be able to break through the defense of the Qiankun Cauldron clone for a while.

A few miles away, Lei Zhen and Han Miao were both ashen.

Nearly a thousand golden blades surrounded by water was blocked, and crisp collisions sounded throughout the world. The brilliant light was like a golden sun, slowly turning in the night.

From their perspective, it seemed that Xiang Yang was swallowed by them.

"Han Miao, go back!"

Lei Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at Li Jiao in the distance. With his strength as the True Lord of Five Tribulations, he still felt an irresistible pressure.

After ten thousand years of fighting, the monks in Northern Shenzhou did not lack the understanding of the barbarians, and Lei Zhen naturally knew what that was.

There are such spiritual objects in every barbarian sacrificial altar. The barbarians call it the clan god, while the monks in Northern Shenzhou call it the soul sacrifice.

Each kind of soul sacrifice has unique abilities. Even the true emperor is hard to match within the scope of the sacrificial altar. This is why the monks in Northern Shenzhou have been passively defending for so many years.

Fortunately, the scope of the sacrificial altar can cover is limited, and these sacrificial souls will never leave the altar rashly, otherwise, the defense line of the sacrificial heaven would have fallen long ago.

Each soul sacrifice is born on the altar. In turn, the power of the altar is closely related to the strength of the soul sacrifice.

The forbidden law of sacrificial altar is actually just a general title. To put it strictly, it is just a weakening of the magic ability.

Due to the different sizes of each altar and the different soul sacrifices in it, the levels of spells that can be weakened are also different.

But the worst altar can also make the Nine Tribulation Realm lose the ability to cast spells, and the strongest ones, such as the several altars in the original place of the Three Pure Ones, except for the supreme masters, no one can release any spells within the scope of their cover, and the range of their influence is as far as a hundred miles.

If it weren't for the altar to lose most of its ability every time it moved, the barbarians could directly tear all the defense lines in the Sanqingyuan area.

The giant dragon in front of him is one of the most powerful sacrifice souls Lei Zhen has ever seen. With it, his "mere" true master's cultivation level, even a mutated thunder-type immortal embryo, would definitely not be able to get it.

"The True Lord, I can worship him."

Behind him, Han Miao looked at the golden light and sighed. No matter how strong the Xiang Gongsheng was, he was only at the level of the Killing Dan stage. At this time, he was probably cut into pieces.

"This golden light has not dispersed yet, and it is a bit strange. Maybe the young master is still inside. I want to get closer and try it out, but although my magic boat is fast, it does not focus on defense. You go back first, just in case."

Speaking of which, after following Xiang Yang, the crazy True Lord's temper has improved a lot. Before that, he probably would have said directly, "It's a burden to stay here." How could he be so gentle?

Han Miao naturally understood it, and didn't say much, so he drove an ice blue light and turned his head away.

Lei Zhen looked up at the air for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although the golden dragon is extremely powerful, it doesn't have to fight with it head-on. Look at it, the immortal catastrophe is probably coming to it. As a thunder cultivator, if he can take advantage of the power, he will not dare to leave the cover of the sacrificial altar. If he is good at heaven, time and place, he will add up, who would say there is no chance?

As for that young master, if he was really a worldly disciple from that place, how could he have no backup plan? At this time, the golden light had not dissipated and the remnant sound had not stopped, which means that he had no worries about his life for the time being. If he could really save him, why not be worried about it with this kind of kindness?

He was also an extremely decisive person. Although he was very afraid of the golden dragon, he had made up his mind and rushed forward on the Dharma boat. When he entered the altar, the Dharma boat fell rapidly, he quickly put it away again, leap back with his strength, and after he left the scope of the forbidden Dharma, he summoned him again and stabilized his body in the air.

At this time, the immortal tribulation in the air had been completely formed, and lightning streaks fell down. The three light curtains had just persisted for a moment and had quietly passed away, leaving only Li Jiao to face it alone.

When the Xuanwu Musk Frog passed the tribulation, there was only one lightning. Even so, the momentum was already amazing. But at this time, the lightning that was chopped was close to a hundred, cutting through the night sky, and half of the sky was torn apart.

The Li Jiao was also extremely fierce, without dodging or avoiding. His huge body quickly turned, placing the altar plate in the center, with the dragon head facing up, and directly facing the lightning.

"These soul sacrifices have basically been built into immortal bodies, and the immortal tribulation they have overcome is also the most violent. This is just the first wave. It should be able to withstand the five-tribulation law with my current strength. It can only have one attack at most. You must not take action easily. You must find the most suitable opportunity. Let's wait and see what changes are happening!"

Lei Zhen looked at him from afar, and silver light shining in his eyes, not knowing whether it was reflected by the lightning or his own power.

He has participated in the turmoil twice and has extremely rich combat experience, so he naturally won't take action rashly.

His five-tribulation law has greatly damaged his spiritual consciousness. The soul sacrifice in front of him is extremely powerful. Only when he finds it the weakest can he achieve success in one fell swoop. Otherwise, let alone saving people, I am afraid that he will be defeated here.

Sure enough, the seemingly powerful Immortal Tribulation lightning did not cause much damage to Li Jiao.

A series of lightnings slashed down, and the altar light was radiant in the dragon's body. A trace of lightning slid down the dragon's body and was sucked in. Then, countless lights burst out, and thousands of feet in a circle suddenly became a sea of ​​silver. Li Jiao's body was not seriously damaged, but the golden light on his body dimmed a little.

"This is too strong!"

Lei Zhen's heart thrilled, and he drove the boat and took a few steps back involuntarily.

No matter how weak the first wave of immortal tribulation is, it is also a catastrophe of building immortal spirits. This golden dragon is so easy to connect, and its strength is too terrifying.
Chapter completed!