Chapter 936 Altar Fighting Insect Soldier

In the darkness, a blazing treasure light suddenly emerged. (《》)

This light is as bright as blood and as magnificent as treasure, making people dare not look at it directly.

Xuanyuan Nanxing was wearing silver armor and stood in the center of the altar. The black sword was floating, and the ghost face was combined with the battle emperor's face. He felt strange in his heart, as if he had become particularly tall, as if an ancient giant, stepping on the stars, picking stars and catching the moon, and his thick aura spread out.

"So strong." With the initial connection with the altar with the sword of sinking, and further confirming the thoughts in my heart, it is indeed a great achievement for this altar to be able to survive to this day.

It has strategic power and carries the glory of the Morgan tribe's heyday.

It is a punishment battle platform. During those years of passing, it guided the strong Morgan forward. With the abyss warriors as the foundation, they climbed to the throne of the War Emperor. Perhaps the War Emperor can also be tempered at this point, traveling in the starry sky formation, and honing the strong fighting spirit.

It may also have the ability to sacrifice blood, just like the blood sacrifice of the world displayed by the Sword of Destruction, which is a source power of the Morgan priests.

Mysterious altar, mysterious formation.

From ancient times to the present, there is only one real secret realm, and that is this place.

You must go against the will of heaven and let your spirit completely transform in order to reach the peak, sing and move forward continuously.

Xuanyuan Nanxing feels the pulse from ancient times through the altar. The past years confirm the rise and fall, no matter where the Morgans go. The starry sky they once lived is permeated with miracles and remains of all kinds of unsolved mysteries. This is also a seed that makes the latecomers reach the peak.

When I was young, I was lucky enough to get the energy gourd. This is the legacy of the Morgan tribe, which sacrifices to the world, shocks the world, and sees the origin of life.

With a "buzz" sound, the altar released its power, and the precious flame changed into a light blade in the sky, like a lotus petal blooming, turning to the outer wheel, piercing into the darkness, as fast as lightning. The Holy Hall

"Hiss, hiss!"

The spiritual level conveys a primitive hiss.

Some insect soldiers were injured, and their huge bodies appeared cracks under the cutting of the treasure flames, and blood gushed out.

A surprising scene happened next. The blood ignored the ultra-low temperature of the universe and turned into a large piece of blood mist and blood balls, and did not freeze.

A faint light flashed in the blood. At first they floated in space and quickly wriggled slowly like life. Xuanyuan Nanxing even sensed that the blood wanted to flow backwards back to the wound to heal the wounds caused by the treasure flames for the insect body.

What kind of life is this? It is so powerful that the blood flows back, and the wounds of the insect body are healing quickly. Five hundred insect soldiers roared and rushed towards the altar.

After the attack, the altar did something reassuring, which was blood sucking.

The black insects are worthy of being the name of the Great Saint and King insects. They are the holy among insects and the supreme universe. They perform miracles of life and almost achieve immortality.

Seeing the situation clearly, the ancestor Huoliyao couldn't help but sigh: "Thanks to the altar suppression, he absorbed blood from the insects, otherwise their combat power would always be at its peak, so how easy would it be to eliminate it?"

On the altar, the ghost face was ferocious, opened its mouth wide, swallowing the essence and blood.

Xuanyuan Nanxing's face changed slightly, and he felt some specific situations through the altar. These essences and blood are rich in cosmic energy, and their use of energy and matter is close to perfection. It can be said to be the limit state defined by the laws of the universe.

Blood alone is like a work of art, which can be regarded as the pinnacle masterpiece in the history of life. No wonder the Morgans are so afraid of the Great Saint King Worm. There are so many black insects and their body evolution is high. What a tragic scene if they compete with humans for the resources of the Galaxy?

Fortunately, the Morgans created a starry sky formation near the black hole. Perhaps they fought for their own safety only, but humans benefited from it and did not encounter any danger from the wilderness. Otherwise, they would lose the dominance of the entire starry sky under internal and external troubles. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

Five hundred insect soldiers rushed to the front, they were angry and roaring. They did not allow other creatures to show off their power in front of them, nor were they allowed to be harmed by other creatures. They are the most noble species in the universe. In their eyes, other races are insects, and they are gods.

"Hiss, hiss!"

The black worm's body is full of streamlined texture, and the shell refracts metallic luster. The adult body is 200 meters long and more than 50 meters wide. The body is slightly flat, and the veins extend from the head to the worm's limbs, like leaf veins.

Five hundred insect soldiers lay down in the void, shaped like small warships. Under the impact of the precious flame blade, they opened their mouths together and emitted faint light. The cold air filled the surroundings, causing the altar to tremble slightly.

"Oh, the time for isolation is too long after all, and the altar has been impacted and scarred during those years. Now the years can only exert half of its power." Xuanyuan Nanxing thought of this, and suddenly grabbed the sword with both hands and swung it into the void, and a great light suddenly emerged.

The cold breath emitted by the black insect touched the light and disappeared.

"Incredible, these insects can actually mobilize dark energy. They are a group of demons. If they break free, the Federation will be in a desperate situation." The ancestor Juntian looked very ugly. Although he was very happy to see the hope of rapid recovery of his injuries, the terror of the black insect was far above estimates and he would never dare to underestimate him at this moment. The Great Saint King Worm, as his name is, is saint, respect, and king.

Xuanyuan Nanxing shook his head and explained: "No, this is not pure dark energy, which is specious, reverses the essence and incorporates alien vitality. Perhaps the existence of that God controls the dark tide is precisely through the way of existence of ghost creatures, allowing his own life to be between death and life, so that he can cycle, wander on the edge of the laws of the universe, stay forever, and continue his life."

"Today, it is indeed eye-opening. The universe is far wider than we imagined. There are countless miracles born. Human civilization cannot even be a drop in the ocean. Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves. Perhaps it will leave only a few traces like those passing civilizations, and be wiped out by powerful species. These powerful species are just fish and shrimp in the sea. One day they will be swallowed by even more ferocious species." The ancestor Huoli looked at the insect soldiers and sighed a lot.

The equatorial wind stopped and shouted, "Hey, two dead old ghosts, you are old and old, and it doesn't matter if you are old and dusk, don't ruin our Nanxing. It's the sun at noon, and it's like the sun at the sky. And for a long time to come, it will shine on the Federation. The emperor's title is intimidating the world, and no one dares to refuse to follow. If you dare to pass on emotions like escaping from the world, I will definitely be with you."

"Tsk tsk, the bad guy is lucky. With an alien care like you, you can avoid many detours." The ancestor Huoli sighed: "If I had such a humanized and intelligent person to accompany you and guide you, it might be further away than today's road to go out. Yes, you are right. What does it mean to be a dusk? Nanxing is born like a summer flower, and the most brilliant moment, and you should have walked out of an invincible avenue."

Just as the equatorial wind communicated with the two old ghosts, Xuanyuan Nanxing's eyes were slightly sunk, and the insect soldiers rushed through the great light. They were not afraid of dark energy. What they were really afraid of was the treasure flames emitted by the altar. The long-standing memories told them that there were creatures who once mastered the altar to show their power.

The time has been too long, except for those black worms who have lived for endless years, they still have memories of the past years. The new generations that were born into the starry sky formation are very unfamiliar with the outside world and do not know much about the outside world. They fight entirely by instinct.

For Xuanyuan Nanxing, this is definitely good news. The insect soldiers in front of them are not troops of war and have not experienced the baptism of war. When they see that their breath is useless, they simply rush up, like a plate of loose sand, without supporting each other, like a group of farmers.

Yes, farmer.

There is a huge difference between regular army and farmers. You can't be a regular army by picking up a hoe. It requires repeated training and tempering your fighting spirit in the fire. The insects here have almost never launched decent wars except fighting with each other, so they belong to the declining clan.

"Full power increase." Xuanyuan Nanxing stood on the altar and punched.

This punch was not an attack. A bright and radiant energy veins suddenly appeared in front of him. The fist hit him and showed the reading. The purple and blue gems inlaid on the edge of the altar were lit one by one, dazzling, and the energy gathered, adding infinite power to the treasure flame.

The red shock wave is centered on the altar and brushes across the periphery.

The five hundred insect soldiers wailed. The beautiful carapaces with metallic luster on their bodies were melted by the red shock waves, and the entire void fell into it. The heat was boiling, but it made people feel cold all over their bodies.

"What a domineering blow." The ancestor Huoli's eyes flashed, and he was very envious of the treasure flames that broke out in the altar. He originally wanted to use the energy source of the Destruction Demon Seed to replace his own source ability seeds and embark on another path. Unexpectedly, the treasure flames emitted by the altar also had amazing origins and had incredible potential, which may be broader than replacing the origin of the Destruction Demon Seed.

"Old thing, this altar is a dead thing after all, and it is not as good as destroying the demon species. Only the energy source of life can match you." Juntian's ancestor laughed and scolded. Generally speaking, star thieves want to take whatever good things they see for themselves. This is a common problem, so there is no need to blame them too much.

"Hehe, professional habits, I naturally know that dead things are not suitable." The ancestor Huoli smiled awkwardly and scratched his white hair. He relaxed slightly in his heart. The altar power was enough to suppress the black insects, and the planet would fall into his hands.

"Suck!" Xuanyuan Nanxing drew a sword from the air and cut out sword marks from the bodies of five hundred insect soldiers.

I have to say that these insects have amazing recovery power and the altar cannot form full power of the treasure flame. Even though they are red all over, they do not die on the spot. Only a few lives disappear and sink in the void.

One tiny light pattern flashed out of the void, like a scripture, but it was actually a circuit of energy circulation in the universe. Although the altar flame could not explode in its fullest posture, the combination of the ghost face and the War Emperor's face formed a terrifying suction force, which was more than dozens of times stronger than before.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The light shone above his head, the ghost face opened its mouth wide and swallowed, attracting the blood of the insect soldiers. The blood fountains on the insects' bodies gushed wildly, and the insect soldiers could not hold back the wounds at all, screamed and launched the final impact.

The altar is nimble and dodges, like a bullfighter, letting the bull pass by...
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