The Heaven’s Jailer

"Use sacred objects to repair the sacred objects?" This is completely beyond Liu Lang's cognition. If this is the case, why should the owner of the altar have to grab the Wutian sacred monument, discuss it carefully, and lend it to him, isn't it all right?

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he wants to use the sacred tool to swallow your Heavenless Sacred Stele!" In contrast, Zhao Wude looked at the problem more thoroughly, and he said nothing.

"This can't be tolerated, Ai Chen **** him!" Upon hearing this, Liu Lang's eyes widened. How could the sacred artifact that he obtained with great difficulty be nourishment for others.

In fact, Ai Chen, who is the spirit of the Wutian Sacred Stele Tool, is also trying his best to resist, without him needing to greet him. If there were no Ai Chen, Liu Lang alone would have long been in the hands of the Lord of the Altar.

However, the role of the spirit of the sacred instrument on the sacred instrument is mainly aimed at the world inside the instrument. To give a more vivid example, a person standing in a house, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to move the house, unless This man left the house.

This is the situation with Ai Chen right now.

Only Liu Lang, the lord of the sacred artifacts, can truly exert the external combat power of the Heavenless Sacred Stele, but Liu Lang only has the cultivation base of the Golden Immortal, which is far from reaching the realm of perfect control of the sacred artifacts.

"Lao Zhao, if I say I can't hold on anymore, do you have any other players?" Liu Lang realized this problem, while struggling to support the Wutian sacred monument, he asked those who had taken refuge under the Wutian sacred monument. Zhao Wude.

"What do you think? I have a back hand, I **** used it a long time ago."

Zhao Wude's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

"You shouldn't! You are a celestial clan, you should be omnipotent." Liu Lang thought that Zhao Wude was deliberately scaring himself.

"You are ashamed to say that it is not because of you." Zhao Wude was furious.

Although the Tianji tribe does not rule the roost by its own combat power, it also has its own exclusive realm. Many secret techniques of the Tianji tribe can only be used when they reach a certain level.

But Zhao Wude is a body of rebirth. He was thrown into the Sacred Stele of Wutian by Liu Lang before he was able to restore his former realm. If he is a free body for more than a year, he can be destroyed in minutes even if he does not recover to his peak. Drop the Lord of the Altar.

"Do not live by yourself!"

It was precisely because of fear of Zhao Wude's strength that Liu Lang tried his best to suppress Zhao Wude. As a result, Zhao Wude didn't need to be afraid, but his own life followed.

"Old Zhao, don't you know the way out? Hurry up!"

Regret is useless, Liu Lang said in a deep voice to Zhao Wude.

"I'm leaving, what do you do?" Zhao Wude said suspiciously.

"Cold!" Liu Lang let out a sigh of relief, and solemnly said to Zhao Wude: "Remember to give me revenge!"

"Are you denying yourself to save others?"

Seeing Liu Lang's sincere face, Zhao Wude was moved a little.

"It's a condemnation of merits and crimes. There was something wrong with you before. Starting today, the two will be cleaned up." After that, Liu Lang kicked Zhao Wude out from under the Wutian Sacred Stele.

The Wutian Sacred Stele was under Zuoqiuchan's suppressive force, and the forces exerted by the Lord of the Altar were all gathered on the Wutian Sacred Stele, so Zhao Wude, who was kicked out, received a rare respite.

Although the Lord of the Altar also understands that Zhao Wude is more dangerous, but at this moment, the fight for the Sacred Stele of Wutian has entered the most critical moment, and he should not be distracted.

"Enough man!" Looking at Liu Lang, who was supporting him alone, Zhao Wude gritted his teeth, turned and ran towards the distance, and within a moment, he was gone.

"I'll wipe it, you really are going!" Seeing Zhao Wude's figure, completely disappeared, Liu Lang was depressed for a while, he thought that Zhao Wude had to be polite to himself!

"Now, you are left with yourself, don't do unnecessary resistance anymore."

The Lord of the Altar sneered and said to Liu Lang.

"Okay, I'll give up and give you the Heavenless Sacred Monument!" Liu Lang simply raised his flag and surrendered.

"If you had this kind of consciousness long ago, you won't end up where you are now." The altar master took a sigh of relief and stopped the magic tricks in his hands. Regardless of his appearance of a stable victory, in fact, the pressure is also great.

Refining has a master sacred tool, and refining without a master sacred tool are two completely different concepts.

As the lord of the sacred artifacts, Liu Lang tried his best to resist, his plan to repair the sacred artifacts in the wild by using the sacred monument without heaven would consume several times, even dozens of times.

Once Liu Lang gave up and gave out the sacred stele of Heavenlessness, the result would be quite different.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Lord of the Altar threatened to only need the sacred artifacts instead of Liu Lang’s life, because he had to spend his limited energy where it was most needed. After all, even if everything is in an ideal state, repair the sacred artifacts. Wild, it will not be 100% successful.

As the lord of the altar withdrew the circle, Liu Lang's pressure plummeted.

However, Zuo Qiuchan didn't stop, and the huge suppressive force was still exerted on the Heavenless Sacred Stele.

"You tell Zuo Qiuchan to stop, I will give you the Wutian Sacred Stele." Liu Lang bargained with the Lord of the Altar.

"I don't have the ability to make her stop. Now, you will throw the Sacred Stele over the Heavenless Sacred Stone. If you have the ability to take her blow, you can naturally survive. This is your last chance!"

The Lord of the Altar shrugged and said.

"Last chance?"

Liu Lang condensed his eyebrows and thought.

Although, after the Lord of the Altar removed the magic circle, his pressure was much less, but the premise of all this is that the Wutian Sacred Stele is held on it. Once the protection of the Wutian Sacred Stele is lost, he can only rely on his own strength. , The chance of escape, I'm afraid it is not just in case.

However, even if it is less than an emergency, there is hope.

"Bet on this one!"

After thinking about it again and again, Liu Lang finally made a decision. He slammed down and lifted it up. The Wutian Sacred Stele rotated and flew towards the Lord of the Altar not far away.

At the same time, on the one-meter altar, Zuo Qiuchan's arm hung for a long time and fell heavily.

It is true that while discarding the Heavenless Sacred Stele, Liu Lang was fully prepared. However, he still underestimated the power of Zuo Qiuchan's palm, and Zuo Qiuchan's palm did not really break Liu Lang's body. , However, a huge force directly hit Liu Lang's body.

"puff!"

Liu Lang spit out blood.

But the blood couldn't stop it. Juli continued to fall. Liu Lang's body was bent and then bent at a strange angle. Finally, the entire back was stuck to the ground.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Liu Lang's body eventually exploded into a cloud of blood.

The lord of the altar, who had already held the Wutian Sacred Stele in his palm, found that Liu Lang hadn't even left a complete corpse. He couldn't help but curl his lips and sneered: "Really, Zuo Qiuchan moved it, but the whole demon The power of the beast world, not to mention you a little golden fairy, even the holy lord, even the **** king, cannot bear it!"