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Chapter 122 Lotus Altar
In order to prevent the dangers in the cave, Long Fei took the lead in summoning the sword of divine consciousness and hanging it above his head. The gleaming golden "palm sword" was like a bright light in the dark. In front of the heavy fog.

Although the soul mist that filled the cave was swallowed up by Long Fei's palm sword, it still couldn't let people clearly see the scene inside.

Gusts of sinister wind blew from the front, whining, and the temperature inside the cave was also very low, and a thick layer of black frost could be vaguely seen hanging on the stone wall.

The more you go inside, the more you can feel the strong breath of death, and the resentment is quite heavy, which is obviously not a good place.

Fortunately, the sword of divine consciousness has the effect of dispelling the soul mist. With the golden light shining in all directions, these soul mist fled around like frightened birds. As they went deeper into the cave, the whole situation gradually appeared in front of Long Fei's eyes. .

Although the cave here is quite large, it is extremely irregular, like a bottle with a small mouth and a big belly.

The surroundings of the cave are as simple as a beast's lair, but there is a huge circular altar in the middle, showing a hexagonal shape.

The six corners are exquisite lotus seats, but the statues on the seats are not gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas offered by mortals, but evil things like yakshas and evil spirits in the underworld.The carved characters are lifelike, and their faces are all ferocious like devouring people and ghosts.

The entire altar is about five feet in radius, and its whole body is red like blood. I don't know what kind of metal it is forged. This altar seems to have the effect of absorbing the surrounding soul power, and it can make the soul mist surround the central area and continuously flow. It was moving and tumbling, quite mysterious and gloomy.

Long Fei approached several meters away carefully, and then used the sword of divine consciousness above his head to dispel the soul fog surrounding the center.Only then did I find a man in a blue gown sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar.

His face was purple and black, his skin was shriveled like a zombie, his hair was as frosty as snow, his eyes were closed as if he was in deep sleep, his face looked kind, and he was quite imposing.Apparently it had been dead for many years and had no breath, but the body remained intact.

Long Fei was always vigilant, because nothing happened except for a little disturbance from the soul mist when he came in.

It seemed that the life-and-death battle just now was just a flash in the pan, like a fantasy in a dream, and the calm cave made him even more nervous.

"How could this be? It seems that this middle-aged man should be the golden descendant of his predecessor, but this altar might have the function of resurrection!" Long Fei kept muttering inwardly while carefully observing the surrounding environment.

When Long Fei, who was a little confused, tried to look at the other party again, he said badly to himself, and hurriedly backed away.

It turned out that at some point, the man sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar suddenly opened his eyes. The sunken eyes turned out to be a strange dark green color, and he looked straight at him.

Looking at each other made Long Fei feel a little dizzy, and at the same time, there seemed to be a terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He hurriedly used his mental power to make the illusion disappear.

Before Long Fei escaped from the safe range, he suddenly felt his whole body go stiff, and a cold force had penetrated into his blood at some point, making the energy in his body suddenly freeze and unable to function.

At this time, in the already dark cave, from the stone walls in all directions, groups of blood-colored soul mist began to flow out, both in color and breath, far stronger than those numerous black soul qi.

Countless ghost tentacles and ferocious ghost claws suddenly protruded from the ground, blocking all of Long Fei's escape routes in an instant, and grabbed him.

Although Long Fei's body was completely controlled, his thinking and spiritual power were still there. He was extremely shocked at this moment, because he was very familiar with the breath of these red soul mist.

The bloody knife that was fighting with him before was transformed by this thing, but the amount gushing out in front of him may be transformed into dozens of such bloody knives, which he couldn't resist even if he tried his best.

When Long Fei was about to mobilize the Soul Sword to protect himself, suddenly all the red soul mist condensed into one ball, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness like a teleportation, creating a wave of blood.

The eyes of the green-eyed golden descendant shot a very fast green light directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The figure of a middle-aged man condensed with blood was walking on the waves, slowly walking towards the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wherever he walked, the Sea of ​​Consciousness was stained with blood, and all of them turned blood red, and the appearance of this man was the golden descendant who sat cross-legged on the altar and died for a long time.

The other party has already invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, if Long Fei doesn't stop it, the blood will surge to the sky in the sea of ​​consciousness within a moment, and there is no way to return to heaven.

At this time, Long Fei, who was transformed into a soul, calmly looked at the man in front of him, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

The bloody man coming towards him, with a stiff expression, slowly came not far from Long Fei, glanced at him with cold green eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"Before I passed away, I put down the Altar of Resurrection, kept a trace of my soul, waited for 560 years, and devoured 970 people who invaded the cave, including one player at the level of the ball king, 25 players at the ball level, and countless others."

"But those of them are too weak in spirit and soul, but none of them can devour me and return me to the world of heaven. The sky has eyes, but after a thousand years of suffering, I have waited for you! Look at the sword that condenses spiritual consciousness outside your mansion, devouring a trace of my spiritual consciousness It seems that the inborn spirit of the blood blade is not weak, and I have lured you in now, and I would like to discuss something with you!"

"What's the matter?" Long Fei asked in surprise after listening to the middle-aged man talking.

"Hehe, I hope you can fulfill one of my wishes, then give me your spirit completely, and I can keep a little bit of your spirit, and use your body to bring you back to the arena, across the world, and gain countless reputations, why not be happy! how?"

Seeing the sincere words, the golden descendant used his stiff facial muscles to move the corners of his mouth slightly, expressing his own smile.

"For your wish, I have to sacrifice myself? What's the reason?" After hearing the words, the corners of Long Fei's mouth twitched, and he said with a wry smile.

"Sigh, it seems that I am too merciful for such a small golf player to give up such a chance of glory!" The golden descendant said with a grin.

"If I'm not wrong, you don't have the strength to swallow me right now, because I swallowed part of your soul before, so you are delaying time." Long Fei turned the phone and asked tentatively.

It's a pity that this zombie-like guy has no expression at all, which makes Long Fei feel disappointed, because he can't see anything from it.

"You should not be a descendant of thousands of years ago, you are the chief of the Gena clan!" Long Fei suddenly thought of something at this time, and asked with a flash of inspiration.

(End of this chapter)