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Who is he?

He is the famous Wuming Wuchu, Shenting Supreme Haotian, King of Taishi and so on!

What a joke, he dared to directly confront the mummy of a cross hanging upside down, would he be afraid of such a non-existent threat?

Wu Hao smiled disdainfully, and according to his own thoughts, he covered the whole body with Taiji characters without revealing the slightest breath, and then activated the skill of God's name without hesitation, a golden light suddenly appeared, and penetrated into the huge in the ball.

The next moment, the entire sphere exploded instantly, turned into dots of energy, and swept towards Wu Hao. There was no time to react, and he watched the countless dots, mixed with endless mysterious rune rules, drilled into the into his mind, into the rune space.

Nuo Da's rune space, the entire enchantment shield, is covered with these dots.In an instant, the entire enchantment seemed to turn into a starry sky at night.

Streaks of starlight drifted down from the enchantment shield. Looking carefully, they were similar to the dust that believed in Xueman. They drifted towards the burning soul fire, and the latter burned more violently with their addition Get up, Nuo Da's rune space expands rapidly again.

"The Dust"

Wu Hao felt it carefully, there are the seven emotions and six desires of living beings, there are beliefs, there are also prayers, there are also confessions, and so on.

The seven emotions and six desires, especially the emotion of fear, are the energy that can be absorbed by the name of the gods, the crystallization of fear formed, and also the fuel for the soul flame.

And when the name of the god is combined with the source of belief, as long as those who believe in Wu Hao, whether it is the power of faith, emotions, six desires, or other similar energies, will be absorbed by him, and will eventually be burned as firewood , strengthen the soul fire and rune space.

Faintly, Wu Hao could feel that the rune space opened up by the fire of the soul was changing, and the surrounding barriers, with the integration of the core of the belief in Xueman, gradually evolved into mysterious rune rule patterns, some The strange silk thread escapes into the void through the outer dark space, and the other side links to the devout believers in the outer, endless and distant space.

The biggest thread of faith that Wu Hao saw came from Little Jasmine.Pulling this silk thread of faith, Wu Hao was actually able to vaguely perceive Little Jasmine's thoughts, and he seemed to be able to follow this thread, and his will came to the past for a short time.

The distance is too great for direct communication.Even if you have the name of a god and the source of your belief.

Feeling it carefully, Little Jasmine and the others have indeed descended into the world of human scalps, and they are developing very well, and they are planning to welcome Wu Hao's arrival.

And similar to this kind of silk thread, in the rune space at this moment, there are more than tens of thousands, almost innumerable.These silk threads, like anchors, firmly nailed Wu Hao's rune space to this area, no longer like a sailboat drifting with the current in the dark space as before.

Even at this moment, Wu Hao felt that his position and cognition of himself became clearer than ever before.

The clarity of that thought is almost indescribable in words.

"This is the power of faith, to anchor oneself, so as not to get lost?"

Wu Hao feels very strange. The current state, how should I put it, is different from Taiji glyphs protecting the fire of the soul to avoid erosion of the rune concept. Anchored in a fixed place.

Very interesting state.

Wu Hao has a feeling that with the gradual development of the rune space, the power of belief in the source of Xueman will become more and more magical, and the positioning of Haotian, a god-name skill, will become more and more clear.

Now most of the human beings are still in time, and the beliefs that supply him are still very weak. In fact, most of the beliefs come from the power stored before the source of the belief in Xueman.

However, even so, it is still a very huge force. Driven by this force, the rune space and the fire of the soul began to rapidly expand and burn violently. The blazing flames even made the rune space faint. Distorted.

"The gluttonous ghost is getting closer and closer. There is another one over there. It seems to have a strong breath. What is it? Slick ghost?"

Wu Hao looked into the distance of the dark space, his rune space was getting closer and closer to the bright spot in the distance, one left and one right.At this distance, he could already faintly feel the aura of two bright spots, one was very strong, almost at the same level as before he had advanced to the panic level, this should be a slippery ghost.

The other one is very weak, looking at its breath, it seems to be a glutton.

The ghost characters of the two-headed ghosts are not far away, waiting for Wu Hao to hunt and kill them.

"No rush, no rush!"

"Let's talk about the outside world first."

Speaking very slowly, in fact, the outside world did not even pass a second.

After the source of belief in Xueman merged into Wu Hao's body, the altar it covered was fully exposed.

Wu Hao saw a line of strange characters carved out of blood on the altar.

"This is"

The eyes suddenly shrank.

Chapter 314 The Bloody Hibiscus Branch Reappears (Subscribe)

s: Thank you for not seeing the water, another reward, happy.

On the huge altar, a few lines of writing were crookedly carved with blood.

Looking at the font, it seems that it was written in extreme fear, on the verge of death, under endless struggle, and in deep despair.

Just by looking at it, Wu Hao could feel the unwillingness and despair of the existence who wrote these words back then.

The strong breath almost rushed towards his face.

Endless fear breeds in the font.

— We have all been lied to.

—he is coming, no, no, who can stop him?world?god?No, he is already maybe

The fonts are intermittent, and some of them are not depicted.

You can imagine how hurried the writers were at that time.

"He's coming?"

"They were all deceived?"

Wu Hao was inexplicable, and Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

He walked closer and watched carefully to see if he had missed anything else.

"Wait, there's something wrong with this blood"

His face changed suddenly, and his body quickly retreated.

The next moment, the font that was originally drawn with blood twisted and meandered, and it turned out to be those blood, wriggling little by little.

Is this blood alive?

The sight of Wu Hao's scalp numbness appeared.

What kind of liquid is this? It is clearly tiny red bugs. They seem to feel the presence of creatures. They struggle and wriggle, float into the void, and grow rapidly.

In just a moment, the sky above the altar was covered with dense blood-colored red worms.

"not good!"

This bug gave Wu Hao a very bad feeling, weird, evil, even more twisted than his own grotesque power.

He decided to strike first.

Bang bang bang!

There were three knocks on the door.

In an instant, all the bugs floating on the altar exploded and turned into puddles of blood.

However, before Wu Hao could breathe a sigh of relief, the blood would gather together and turn into a bigger pool of blood.Countless tiny bugs reproduced from it, and continued to grow in the void, more and more.

After being attacked by Wu Hao once, these things not only did not weaken and disappear, but intensified and multiplied.

The bugs would gather together and make a buzzing sound, and countless blood flowed down from them.

In a way that violates the law of conservation of mass, it increases value without limit.

"This this"

"Damn it, why is it similar to the viscous liquid in the void that I encountered before?"

"No, more precisely"

What happened next was even more frightening.

These bugs gathered together, but they did not attack Su Hao. Instead, they extended into countless red silk threads. The threads became entangled, and finally turned into bare plant branches.

"Fusang branch!"

Wu Hao spoke word by word, and he stared at these leafless plants in front of him, his eyes were indescribably strange.

This kind of plant, he knew, was the hibiscus tree he had seen before.

He had encountered this kind of plant in the former Feilai Peak and now the Fire Field of the Great Earth Tomb.

Unexpectedly, this time, in this foreign country, an area tens of thousands of kilometers away from the motherland, underground in the corridor of the Holy See’s secret archives, inside the mysterious gate, I saw this plant again.

In my mind, I kept recalling the process of the appearance of the hibiscus tree, from blood to worms, from worms to silk threads, entangled silk threads, to this special plant.

"Could it be that the owner of this blood is a larger hibiscus tree, or a similar bug?"

"Also, is the owner of this blood related to that huge earthen grave?"

"Interesting, that place is really interesting. It involves the imprint of the sun, it involves the small solitary tomb inside, and now there are these hibiscus trees Xu Fu was buried in the small solitary tomb inside the big earthen tomb. The first time, although The body is gone, and the bones in the first layer are definitely not his. And the blood in front of him is most likely related to one of the twelve kings."

"This big earthen tomb is really interesting. What exactly is there? What kind of secrets are there? It involves so many mysterious existences, it's unimaginable."

Wu Hao sighed deeply, and only approached again after seeing that all the bugs had condensed into hibiscus trees.

A branch was broken from another hibiscus tree, similar to the previous scene, blood dripped out of it continuously, never stopping.

Sure enough, it was a hibiscus tree.

For so many years, Wu Hao has not found anything else that violates the law of conservation of matter and energy.

This kind of blood dripping out of thin air is only the hibiscus tree, and there is nothing else.

The font on the altar has completely disappeared.

Standing in the middle of clumps of hibiscus trees, Wu Hao was in a daze, as if he had returned to the field of flames.

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed.

In the center of the altar, it is sunken.

Wu Hao looked at the shape of the depression, and his expression changed. This is very consistent with the small altar he got in the small town of Priest.

He took out the small altar, tried it, and put it in perfectly.

However, nothing happens.

What's going on, shouldn't there be no response?This made Wu Hao, who was on alert, a little dazed.

"Wait, maybe"

Wu Hao took out twelve candles. After these years of use, these candles were almost exhausted. Wu Hao originally thought that these things would not be consumed, but after entering the weird dream world The number of times increased, but he also found that this thing would be consumed inexplicably.

Although I already know how to make them, if it is not necessary, I should use it sparingly if I can.

Most of the human beings have been stopped, and he can't find so many materials for making.

The candles were neatly divided into twelve columns, placed around the altar, and then lit by Wu Hao one by one.

after a few seconds

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and suddenly hovered in the center of the altar.

The yellow candle flames turned blood red one after another.

The surrounding space was also rendered eerie and strange.

The small altar in the middle suddenly cracked, and a passage emerged.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, there was actually a small space under the altar, and he hadn't sensed it at all before.

If he didn't get this small altar, he wouldn't be able to enter at all.

"Is this the real treasure?"

"The blood on it, and even the source of belief in Xueman before, are just appetizers, or are they just to cover up the space below?"

"What's going on down here?"

Wu Hao stared at the cracked passage of the altar, then turned his head and looked at the black and white portal not far behind him. He could feel that the power of the door characters had completely swallowed that portal and gradually spread to the entire space open.

It won't be long before, with the power of the door characters, it can completely turn this place into a part of itself.

He has to wait until Menxiwen has completely taken control of this place before going down.

It is always right to be cautious about the inner area of ​​the altar that he has not sensed.

Chapter 315

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more than an hour later

The surrounding space was completely infested by the power of the door characters and incorporated into its system.