The Heaven’s Jailer

Unfortunately, ideals are beautiful, but reality is the backbone.

Chang Lubing's giant claws and Liu Lang's sacred stele smashed into the altar master almost at the same time. However, the next moment, the figure of the altar master was shattered and turned into starlight, disappearing.

"Mirror!"

Liu Lang's face suddenly became difficult to look.

The lord of the altar is good at using phantom arrays. He has learned about this a long time ago. However, Liu Lang did not expect that the mirror image created by the lord of the altar can be so real that he can stand face-to-face, and he can't distinguish it.

"go!"

After froze for about a second, Liu Lang hurriedly took out the charm. To this day, Liu Lang doesn't know the passage in and out of the altar. He can only go through this charm if he wants to go out.

One hand held Chang Lu Bing, and the other hand quickly played the magic trick. As the brilliance shone, the figures of Liu Lang and Chang Lu Bing immediately became blurred, which was the precursor to entering the transmission channel.

"boom!"

But at this moment, the charm that was hanging in the air exploded.

The transmission brilliance dissipated, and the figures of Liu Lang and Chang Lubing became solid again.

"Use what I gave you to escape, do you think it is possible to succeed?" The low voice of the Lord of the Altar rang from all directions, shaking Liu Lang's scalp numb.

However, Liu Lang did not give up.

"There is also the sacred stele of Wutian."

Liu Lang immediately transmitted the voice to Chang Lu Bing, making Chang Lu Bing happy.

The sacred artifacts have the ability to travel through the void. After the two enter the sacred monument of the sky, even if they can't escape from the sky and get out of this world, at least they can protect themselves to a certain extent.

However, Liu Lang said it twice, but Chang Lubing did not respond.

"Senior Changlu!"

Liu Lang turned his head and saw that Chang Lubing’s gaze had become sluggish. If he hadn’t known for a long time, there was a human soul under this huge body. Liu Lang must have thought that this was a torture. A complete monster.

"How on earth do you want to wake him up?" Liu Lang instantly became anxious, and at this moment, Chang Lubing suddenly protruded his huge claws and grabbed Liu Lang's body.

Liu Lang tried to struggle, but found that he couldn't use any strength at all.

Yes, he has the power to fight against Tianzun, but only ordinary Tianzun can be played against, and Changlubing is the pinnacle of Tianzun, so he can soar out of the domain and travel the starry sky just one step away.

"Thank you for sending me a right-hand man."

In the next moment, the figure of the Lord of the Altar appeared again, looking at Liu Lang with a smile, "Originally, I didn't want your life, but if you don't know anything, you can't blame me."

Liu Lang's face suddenly turned pale.

In fact, at the earliest, Liu Lang had this kind of worry, so he put Changlubing into the Heavenless Sacred Stele. Unexpectedly, in the end, the worry became a reality. Changlubing, who was a monster, was controlled by the Lord of the Altar Up.

"kill him!"

The master of the altar showed the killing intent in his eyes, pointing to Liu Lang, and shouted.

This order was naturally issued to Chang Lu Bing.

Chang Lubing mechanically lifted the other front paw and dropped it sharply.

"You have committed sins and you cannot live." The owner of the altar curled his lips and murmured.

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the altar trembled suddenly, and Chang Lubing's giant claws stopped abruptly. At this time, the giant claws were less than one centimeter from the top of Liu Lang's head. When you press down a little, Liu Lang will be wiped out.

"what happened?"

The lord of the altar was startled. He stayed in the altar for millions of years. This situation has never happened before.

Just about to find out what happened, a joking voice suddenly came not far away.

"It's very lively!"

"Who?" The owner of the altar was startled. Every part of the altar was under strict supervision. If someone came in, he would definitely know for the first time, not to mention that this was the core of the entire altar.

"I!" With the voice, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe appeared in front of the lord of the altar.

"Who are you?" The owner of the altar looked up and down the middle-aged Taoist priest, his eyes full of vigilance. Although the opponent's breath is not strong, it gives people a feeling of extreme danger and has to guard against it.

"Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao!" Before the middle-aged Taoist priest could answer, Liu Lang yelled.

Because the person here is not someone else, but Zhao Wude.

"I wipe, you are here too!"

Zhao Wude followed the voice with a glance, only to find Liu Lang. At this moment, Liu Lang’s body was held by one of Chang Lubing’s giant claws, and only his head was exposed, and above his head was another giant claw. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

"Stop talking nonsense, save me quickly."

Seeing Zhao Wude's gloating appearance, Liu Lang said depressed.

"Save you? Why save you?" Zhao Wude asked with a puzzled look.

He had been imprisoned by Liu Lang for so long, and now, seeing Liu Lang deflated, he was not overly happy, and he felt a sense of revenge.

"I..." Liu Lang almost choked to death.

To be honest, he and Zhao Wude did not have much personal feelings. Even if Zhao Wude was finally released from the Monument of Heavenlessness, it was still a deal, and Zhao Wude did not owe him anything.

"I have your father's clues in my hand. If I hang up, you will never find him again." After calming down for a while, Liu Lang suddenly thought of Zhao Wude's life gate and said loudly.

"I served it!"

Zhao Wude immediately admitted that if the seal formation did not cause problems, he had already rushed to Zuoqiu League with Yaohuang, and he rushed to Zuoqiu League to ask Liu Lang about the location of the rule palace.

He really couldn't watch Liu Lang hang up.

"Enough of you! When I don't exist?" Seeing Liu Lang and Zhao Wude chattering with no one else, the lord of the altar cocked his nose and let out a loud cry, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"You didn't exist in the first place. What's the point of making a mirror image? There is a kind of driving the deity over here! We fought for three hundred rounds!" Zhao Wude looked at the altar master again, shook his head, and said confidently.

"Who are you?"

The jealousy in the eyes of the Lord of the Altar is deeper.

Inside the altar, no one other than him can distinguish between the mirror image and the reality. No, there is a special case. Tens of thousands of years ago, that person walked into the altar grandiosely, and then went out grandiosely. Until now, the owner of the altar is deeply impressed.

"The one to see you off!"

Zhao Wude grinned his neck and said, "I've taken a fancy to this altar. It's wise, and it's a bedding. I can still keep you a dog. If you are stubborn, I can only dig a hole and put you on the spot. Buried."

Before entering the altar, Zhao Wude felt that the altar was a treasure of geomantic omen. After entering the altar, the feeling was even worse. The seal he placed on the monster clan was unsustainable. As a result, the monster clan faced the disaster of extinction. Only by taking down the altar can face be restored.

This is responsible for Yaozu, but also responsible for himself.