The first floor of Xuanhuo Altar.

Du Bishu watched helplessly——

Zhang Tao of the Black Water Gate drove the underworld gourd and spewed out a large amount of underworld black water, which splashed on the surface of the transparent strange stone.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The surface of the transparent strange stone was immediately covered by black water. At the same time, there was a rapid corrosion sound, and the red light in the hall dimmed a little.

The huge flaming beast suddenly froze, put down the fish-man flesh and blood in its mouth, and looked up at the well railing.

Immediately afterwards, a hint of anthropomorphic sarcasm appeared on that ferocious face.

Yes, it's a joke.

Even though it was laughing, it still raised its head and roared, as if it was dissatisfied with being disturbed.

Hearing the roar, the eight fierce gods roared in unison, as if in response, and then the siege and killing force became even more fierce.

Ordinary magic weapons and spells cannot harm the body of the soul at all, let alone these fierce gods condensed with vicious energy.

The screams continued.

Flesh and blood flew across from time to time.

Despair is still spreading.

Du Bishu couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene in front of him.

He could still remain indifferent to the deaths of nearly thirty living beings. After all, there would inevitably be beatings and killings on the way to seek immortality.

Since he came to this world, he has experienced a lot of bloodshed - he has witnessed the piles of corpses in Caomiao Village, investigated the scenes of many murder cases, and participated in big battle scenes such as Tongtian Peak and Boshou Town.

Dead people really don't mean anything.

But in this mysterious fire altar, Du Bishu saw true cruelty and evil.

The eight fierce gods who were born from the fire completely regarded the cultivators and barbarians as food for slaughter. Like demons, they enjoyed a bloody feast.

Not killing them with one blow, but biting them bit by bit, depriving them of their flesh and blood, as if they were being tortured.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and things harm its own species.

What's more, he comes from a righteous background.

During the killing process, the 'Master Zhang' who used the gourd magic weapon once fled to the edge of the Xuanhuo Altar when he was on the verge of death.

Right in front of Du Bishu, he frantically poked the wall with his remaining finger, trying to poke a hole out of the cage.

After all, it's just a wish.

Du Bishu simply closed his eyes, keeping his sight out of sight, and simply used his ears to sense the movement around him, trying to save his own life.

…

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours.

The screams that came one after another gradually became sparse, and it took a long time before one was heard.

Halfway through the second hour, the Xuanhuo Altar suddenly became much quieter, leaving only the whining and whistling of the wind and the faint sound of chewing.

Even the slight sound of chewing is gradually disappearing.

After the last sound of chewing disappeared, and after waiting patiently for dozens of breaths, Du Bishu finally opened his eyes.

The mana in his body was continuously being exported to the jade tablet and soul-capturing cup. At this moment, he was still shrouded in black smoke.

Scan around -

In the huge hall, there are torn cloths, scattered and discarded magic weapons and mottled blood stains everywhere.

However, not a single scrap of flesh or bones could be seen.

It seems that it has been devoured long ago.

The giant flame beast is not here, nor are the eight fierce gods.

The red light on the transparent stone has also faded a lot, as if it has returned to its original appearance.

Only a little black water remains on its surface.

"Is everyone gone?"

Du Bishu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling lingering fear.

He widened his eyes and glanced around again.

There are still those remaining debris, and there is no trace of the evil god.

He dared to take his back off the hot wall, took two steps forward, then leaned down and picked up the underworld gourd left on the ground.

After sensing it for a moment and confirming that the mana imprint inside it was gone, he stuffed it into his arms.

He took two more steps forward.

Something's wrong!

The fierce totem on the ground has not returned to its original state, and a little red light can still be seen flickering.

Du Bishu was startled, and immediately separated a ray of mana from his eyes, and looked ahead carefully again.

In the huge space, dozens of Yin spirits stood on some debris or magic weapon from their lifetimes, still maintaining the "expression" of fear and wailing, staring at themselves blankly.

Looking at yourself?

joke!

Now, he is hidden in the black smoke of the ghost, how can they see him...

etc!

Perhaps, what they are looking at is not themselves!

Rather, the direct murderer who killed them!

Fierce God!

Du Bishu suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

It's still the same red wall, nothing strange about it.

Not at the back, then...

Where are the ghosts looking?

An idea suddenly popped into his mind, and immediately, cold sweat broke out from his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

Inside the Xuanhuo Altar, it was obviously unbearably hot, but Du Bishu felt a bone-chilling chill, as if some monster was blowing cool air on his neck.

Breathe cool air!

Could it be...

Du Bishu stiffened his neck, raised his head with great effort, and looked high above his head. Most of his black pupils were rolled into his eyelids.

I saw——

The giant flame beast was floating directly above, staring at him with a pair of giant copper bell eyes. The corners of its mouth curved upward, clearly showing a hint of teasing.

Behind the flame beast, eight fierce gods stood in the flame totem, with the corners of their mouths also showing amusement.

"Holy shit!"

Du Bishu swore and swore, then he dodged and swept forward dozens of feet, temporarily staying away from the group of monsters.

The soul-stirring cup no longer released black smoke, but was held in his hand, ready to cast spells at any time.

Obviously, I was discovered!

The black smoke of the ghost has no effect, or in other words, the effect is not obvious.

I'm just curious, why didn't they just click him, but just watch quietly from the side?

Could it be that they are full?

Du Bishu shook his head and denied this absurd speculation.

Maybe, it's because of the jade plaque.

Du Bishu raised his left arm and waved the red jade sign in front of the flame beast.

The giant flame beast moved its head, and its giant copper bell eyes looked past the jade plaque and continued to stare at him.

On the contrary, the eight fierce gods' playful expressions disappeared and they were treated more seriously.

Has nothing to do with jade cards?

Then, what’s the reason?

Du Bishu was a little confused.

I secretly glanced at the exit, but the Dragon Broken Stone was still blocking the way, so I couldn't escape.
To be continued...