Chapter 3512
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On the grassland, on the vast land, an altar exudes a mysterious atmosphere. Under the altar, there are rows of kneeling players, extending from under the altar to the distance, endless at a glance.
If you look down at the altar, you can see that there are kneeling players in all directions, row after row, neat and solemn. These people are silent and devout.
Wearing a uniform white robe, the white robe was wet by the rain, but no one cared, everyone was facing the altar, motionless, like a sculpture, the power of prayer floated to the altar bit by bit, and after being absorbed by the altar, it spread into the void , don't know where to lead.
At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a black altar looked particularly dazzling. Around the altar were kneeling players in white robes, with lowered brows and downcast eyes, extremely pious.
The temperature in the snow mountain is very low. Kneeling on the ground for a long time, many people's hair has already condensed a layer of ice and snow, but the players don't care at all, and put their hands together, praying silently in their hearts.
In the depths of the remote desert, this is probably the only place where there is no rain. I don’t know when an altar was built in the middle of the golden sand, and I don’t know when there were so many players offering sacrifices. The sweat from the forehead gathered into a stream, and many players were dizzy and crumbling, but each of them persisted and prayed silently in their hearts.
The powerful power of faith floated to the altar, and then led to the distant depths of the void from the altar.
There is still a war in the East China Sea, but on a certain flat beach, there is a towering altar that can be seen tens of kilometers away, like a lighthouse.
Around the altar, more than 100,000 believers are worshiping devoutly, regardless of the rain, regardless of hunger, just for the task. However, the players don't know that while the power of faith is being absorbed, their health is also being absorbed, which is very light and thin, like a gossamer, but it is endless.
In the land of Yanhuang, there are more than 100 such altars, and each of them has more than 100,000 people worshiping and praying. These players are obsessed and extremely well-behaved.
Players are all rebellious, such an honest scene is impossible. What Dongfang Herring saw were these densely packed altars and countless players.
The fuzzy picture flashed away, and the 'Yin Yang Sky Eye' could only capture a part of the picture even though it was too far away. These powers of faith and life points were finally all poured into the immortal pill furnace above the head. In order to refine the 'Flying Immortality of Feathering', the emperor spared no effort to sacrifice tens of millions of people. The cruel means made people shudder.
"What's wrong?" Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng to notice Dongfang Herring's abnormal expression.
"Altar!" Dongfang Herring told Pomo Weiyu and other three students what he saw and heard.
"Life Sacrifice!" Po Mo took a breath of air for the fish and other three lives, "Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and the same is true for elixir. If you want to gain, you will lose something. If you don't want to lose, you have to let others pay the price. "Emerging into an elixir" only has a chance of success with the power of life sacrifice."
"Just a first chance?" Dongfang Herring's expression turned ugly.
"It's already very high, that's an elixir." Pomo said for Yuwai Sansheng.
"We still have to be in power." Dongfang Qingyu said, with a single order from those in power, thousands of lives can be used for experiments, poor people below, who don't know anything, and I'm afraid they don't know how to hang up.
"How can there be so much happiness, it's just that the predecessors are carrying forward with heavy burdens." Although the three lives of splashing ink and waiting for fish can't bear it, they don't object to the emperor's approach. It is important that someone tries, otherwise, technology will never progress.
If the emperor doesn't try, no one else is even qualified to try. Success is exchanged for countless failures. In the concept of three lives such as splashing ink for fish, any gain has a price.
"There shouldn't be a fourth step, right?" Dongfang Herring asked.
"One life is two, two is three, three is all things, there is the end point." Splashing ink is like looking at the celestial artifact above the head for the fish and other three.
"Do you want to eat something?" Dongfang Herring asked.
"I've already eaten it." Pomo said for the fish and other three lives. Dongfang Herring stopped talking, took out the food, and began to eat slowly, splitting his mind between two tasks, while paying attention to the situation of the flame. He was still thinking about one thing. Around the room, there were a large number of armored guards. These people were powerful and had cold eyes. What were these people doing?
The answer is not difficult to imagine, this seems to be an unsolvable problem, if you fail in alchemy, you will have to go to jail, and the success rate is mostly not a good end.
He definitely didn't want to be caught without a fight, but in front of the emperor, how should he fight back?
"Huh?" Dongfang Herring's brows were tightly frowned, another sky appeared above the void, dark clouds rushed from all directions, condensed layer by layer, and the light quickly dimmed.
Dongfang Herring is very familiar with this situation. There will be thunder punishment coming to the world soon. Thunder and lightning are one of the most powerful forces in this world. God punishes sinners with thunder punishment.
Just when Dongfang Herring was hesitating whether to wake up Pomo Weiyu who was trapped in his own world, a bolt of lightning had already fallen from the sky, and the world was instantly white.
Boom—thick lightning bolts twisted and slashed down according to the celestial artifact pill furnace.
"Presumptuous!" The emperor, who didn't know when he stood up, yelled, and a royal aura erupted between his brows, forming a golden dragon in mid-air. The dragon circled and danced, blocking the lightning.
Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng's body to shake, almost made a mistake in his technique, and bit the tip of his tongue to stabilize his emotions. She stabilized, but two alchemists were disturbed by Thor, and the pill furnace exploded. The four players were smashed to pieces on the spot, without law enforcement who appeared.
The gloomy blue flame is adjusted too high, and the energy in the pill furnace is boiling, comparable to a volcano. If there is no one left, it is very easy to cause a big explosion. Dongfang Herring now knows the reason why each group of alchemists are divided into different rooms. This is to prevent accidental injuries during the explosion. The fragments and shock waves of the pill furnace explosion are all blocked by the wall, and there is no leakage at all.
Boom—boom—boom——…
The lightning fell one by one, and each one had the power to destroy the world, but the emperor was not easy to provoke, he didn't make a move, just relying on the aura of the emperor, he defeated all the lightning, but everything just started, with As time passed, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the falling lightning bolts changed from one to two, three, four or even five at the same time. Flying out, it merged with the aura of the emperor, and in an instant, the dragon seemed to be endowed with flesh and blood, and its power increased dramatically.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell and hit the room of the Lonely Herb Collector. Each room has its own defense, but this defense is obviously aimed at general power. Weak, the Lone Boat Herb Picker is a great master of refining medicine, he is very old, at least over 70 years old, his ability to refine medicine is unquestionable, but his combat power is very average, the power of the lightning entering the room is weakened by 90% , Only 10% of the power was left, but the lone boat picker did not block it, and turned into a scorched corpse in an instant, and fell straight down, breathing white smoke.
Boom——The out-of-control medicine stove exploded, and the defensive cover opened by the assistant lightning failed to save him.
"Thieves!" The emperor was angry.
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On the grassland, on the vast land, an altar exudes a mysterious atmosphere. Under the altar, there are rows of kneeling players, extending from under the altar to the distance, endless at a glance.
If you look down at the altar, you can see that there are kneeling players in all directions, row after row, neat and solemn. These people are silent and devout.
Wearing a uniform white robe, the white robe was wet by the rain, but no one cared, everyone was facing the altar, motionless, like a sculpture, the power of prayer floated to the altar bit by bit, and after being absorbed by the altar, it spread into the void , don't know where to lead.
At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a black altar looked particularly dazzling. Around the altar were kneeling players in white robes, with lowered brows and downcast eyes, extremely pious.
The temperature in the snow mountain is very low. Kneeling on the ground for a long time, many people's hair has already condensed a layer of ice and snow, but the players don't care at all, and put their hands together, praying silently in their hearts.
In the depths of the remote desert, this is probably the only place where there is no rain. I don’t know when an altar was built in the middle of the golden sand, and I don’t know when there were so many players offering sacrifices. The sweat from the forehead gathered into a stream, and many players were dizzy and crumbling, but each of them persisted and prayed silently in their hearts.
The powerful power of faith floated to the altar, and then led to the distant depths of the void from the altar.
There is still a war in the East China Sea, but on a certain flat beach, there is a towering altar that can be seen tens of kilometers away, like a lighthouse.
Around the altar, more than 100,000 believers are worshiping devoutly, regardless of the rain, regardless of hunger, just for the task. However, the players don't know that while the power of faith is being absorbed, their health is also being absorbed, which is very light and thin, like a gossamer, but it is endless.
In the land of Yanhuang, there are more than 100 such altars, and each of them has more than 100,000 people worshiping and praying. These players are obsessed and extremely well-behaved.
Players are all rebellious, such an honest scene is impossible. What Dongfang Herring saw were these densely packed altars and countless players.
The fuzzy picture flashed away, and the 'Yin Yang Sky Eye' could only capture a part of the picture even though it was too far away. These powers of faith and life points were finally all poured into the immortal pill furnace above the head. In order to refine the 'Flying Immortality of Feathering', the emperor spared no effort to sacrifice tens of millions of people. The cruel means made people shudder.
"What's wrong?" Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng to notice Dongfang Herring's abnormal expression.
"Altar!" Dongfang Herring told Pomo Weiyu and other three students what he saw and heard.
"Life Sacrifice!" Po Mo took a breath of air for the fish and other three lives, "Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and the same is true for elixir. If you want to gain, you will lose something. If you don't want to lose, you have to let others pay the price. "Emerging into an elixir" only has a chance of success with the power of life sacrifice."
"Just a first chance?" Dongfang Herring's expression turned ugly.
"It's already very high, that's an elixir." Pomo said for Yuwai Sansheng.
"We still have to be in power." Dongfang Qingyu said, with a single order from those in power, thousands of lives can be used for experiments, poor people below, who don't know anything, and I'm afraid they don't know how to hang up.
"How can there be so much happiness, it's just that the predecessors are carrying forward with heavy burdens." Although the three lives of splashing ink and waiting for fish can't bear it, they don't object to the emperor's approach. It is important that someone tries, otherwise, technology will never progress.
If the emperor doesn't try, no one else is even qualified to try. Success is exchanged for countless failures. In the concept of three lives such as splashing ink for fish, any gain has a price.
"There shouldn't be a fourth step, right?" Dongfang Herring asked.
"One life is two, two is three, three is all things, there is the end point." Splashing ink is like looking at the celestial artifact above the head for the fish and other three.
"Do you want to eat something?" Dongfang Herring asked.
"I've already eaten it." Pomo said for the fish and other three lives. Dongfang Herring stopped talking, took out the food, and began to eat slowly, splitting his mind between two tasks, while paying attention to the situation of the flame. He was still thinking about one thing. Around the room, there were a large number of armored guards. These people were powerful and had cold eyes. What were these people doing?
The answer is not difficult to imagine, this seems to be an unsolvable problem, if you fail in alchemy, you will have to go to jail, and the success rate is mostly not a good end.
He definitely didn't want to be caught without a fight, but in front of the emperor, how should he fight back?
"Huh?" Dongfang Herring's brows were tightly frowned, another sky appeared above the void, dark clouds rushed from all directions, condensed layer by layer, and the light quickly dimmed.
Dongfang Herring is very familiar with this situation. There will be thunder punishment coming to the world soon. Thunder and lightning are one of the most powerful forces in this world. God punishes sinners with thunder punishment.
Just when Dongfang Herring was hesitating whether to wake up Pomo Weiyu who was trapped in his own world, a bolt of lightning had already fallen from the sky, and the world was instantly white.
Boom—thick lightning bolts twisted and slashed down according to the celestial artifact pill furnace.
"Presumptuous!" The emperor, who didn't know when he stood up, yelled, and a royal aura erupted between his brows, forming a golden dragon in mid-air. The dragon circled and danced, blocking the lightning.
Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng's body to shake, almost made a mistake in his technique, and bit the tip of his tongue to stabilize his emotions. She stabilized, but two alchemists were disturbed by Thor, and the pill furnace exploded. The four players were smashed to pieces on the spot, without law enforcement who appeared.
The gloomy blue flame is adjusted too high, and the energy in the pill furnace is boiling, comparable to a volcano. If there is no one left, it is very easy to cause a big explosion. Dongfang Herring now knows the reason why each group of alchemists are divided into different rooms. This is to prevent accidental injuries during the explosion. The fragments and shock waves of the pill furnace explosion are all blocked by the wall, and there is no leakage at all.
Boom—boom—boom——…
The lightning fell one by one, and each one had the power to destroy the world, but the emperor was not easy to provoke, he didn't make a move, just relying on the aura of the emperor, he defeated all the lightning, but everything just started, with As time passed, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the falling lightning bolts changed from one to two, three, four or even five at the same time. Flying out, it merged with the aura of the emperor, and in an instant, the dragon seemed to be endowed with flesh and blood, and its power increased dramatically.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell and hit the room of the Lonely Herb Collector. Each room has its own defense, but this defense is obviously aimed at general power. Weak, the Lone Boat Herb Picker is a great master of refining medicine, he is very old, at least over 70 years old, his ability to refine medicine is unquestionable, but his combat power is very average, the power of the lightning entering the room is weakened by 90% , Only 10% of the power was left, but the lone boat picker did not block it, and turned into a scorched corpse in an instant, and fell straight down, breathing white smoke.
Boom——The out-of-control medicine stove exploded, and the defensive cover opened by the assistant lightning failed to save him.
"Thieves!" The emperor was angry.
On the grassland, on the vast land, an altar exudes a mysterious atmosphere. Under the altar, there are rows of kneeling players, extending from under the altar to the distance, endless at a glance.If you look down at the altar, you can see that there are kneeling players in all directions, row after row, neat and solemn. These people are silent and devout.Wearing a uniform white robe, the white robe was wet by the rain, but no one cared, everyone was facing the altar, motionless, like a sculpture, the power of prayer floated to the altar bit by bit, and after being absorbed by the altar, it spread into the void , don't know where to lead.At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a black altar looked particularly dazzling. Around the altar were kneeling players in white robes, with lowered brows and downcast eyes, extremely pious.The temperature in the snow mountain is very low. Kneeling on the ground for a long time, many people's hair has already condensed a layer of ice and snow, but the players don't care at all, and put their hands together, praying silently in their hearts.In the depths of the remote desert, this is probably the only place where there is no rain. I don't know when an altar was built in the middle of the golden sand, and I don't know when there were so many players offering sacrifices. The sweat from the forehead gathered into a stream, and many players were dizzy and crumbling, but each of them persisted and prayed silently in their hearts.The powerful power of faith floated to the altar, and then led to the distant depths of the void from the altar.There is still a war in the East China Sea, but on a certain flat beach, there is a towering altar that can be seen tens of kilometers away, like a lighthouse.Around the altar, more than 100,000 believers are worshiping devoutly, regardless of the rain, regardless of hunger, just for the task. However, the players don't know that while the power of faith is being absorbed, their health is also being absorbed, which is very light and thin, like a gossamer, but it is endless.In the land of Yanhuang, there are more than 100 such altars, and each of them has more than 100,000 people worshiping and praying. These players are obsessed and extremely well-behaved.Players are all rebellious, such an honest scene is impossible. What Dongfang Herring saw were these densely packed altars and countless players.The fuzzy picture flashed away, and the 'Yin Yang Sky Eye' could only capture a part of the picture even though it was too far away. These powers of faith and life points were finally all poured into the immortal pill furnace above the head. In order to refine the 'Flying Immortality of Feathering', the emperor spared no effort to sacrifice tens of millions of people. The cruel means made people shudder."What's wrong?" Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng to notice Dongfang Herring's abnormal expression."Altar!" Dongfang Herring told Pomo Weiyu and other three students what he saw and heard."Life Sacrifice!" Po Mo took a breath of air for the fish and other three lives, "Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and the same is true for elixir. If you want to gain, you will lose something. If you don't want to lose, you have to let others pay the price. "Emerging into an elixir" only has a chance of success with the power of life sacrifice.""Just a first chance?" Dongfang Herring's expression turned ugly."It's already very high, that's an elixir." Pomo said for Yuwai Sansheng."We still have to be in power." Dongfang Qingyu said, with a single order from those in power, thousands of lives can be used for experiments, poor people below, who don't know anything, and I'm afraid they don't know how to hang up."How can there be so much happiness, it's just that the predecessors are carrying forward with heavy burdens." Although the three lives of splashing ink and waiting for fish can't bear it, they don't object to the emperor's approach. It is important that someone tries, otherwise, technology will never progress.If the emperor doesn't try, no one else is even qualified to try. Success is exchanged for countless failures. In the concept of three lives such as splashing ink for fish, any gain has a price."There shouldn't be a fourth step, right?" Dongfang Herring asked."One life is two, two is three, three is all things, there is the end point." Splashing ink is like looking at the celestial artifact above the head for the fish and other three."Do you want to eat something?" Dongfang Herring asked."I've already eaten it." Pomo said for the fish and other three lives. Dongfang Herring stopped talking, took out the food, and began to eat slowly, splitting his mind between two tasks, while paying attention to the situation of the flame. He was still thinking about one thing. Around the room, there were a large number of armored guards. These people were powerful and had cold eyes. What were these people doing?The answer is not difficult to imagine, this seems to be an unsolvable problem, if you fail in alchemy, you will have to go to jail, and the success rate is mostly not a good end.He definitely didn't want to be caught without a fight, but in front of the emperor, how should he fight back?"Huh?" Dongfang Herring's brows were tightly frowned, another sky appeared above the void, dark clouds rushed from all directions, condensed layer by layer, and the light quickly dimmed.Dongfang Herring is very familiar with this situation. There will be thunder punishment coming to the world soon. Thunder and lightning are one of the most powerful forces in this world. God punishes sinners with thunder punishment.Just when Dongfang Herring was hesitating whether to wake up Pomo Weiyu who was trapped in his own world, a bolt of lightning had already fallen from the sky, and the world was instantly white.Boomthick lightning bolts twisted and slashed down according to the celestial artifact pill furnace."Presumptuous!" The emperor, who didn't know when he stood up, yelled, and a royal aura erupted between his brows, forming a golden dragon in mid-air. The dragon circled and danced, blocking the lightning.Pomo Weiyu waited for Sansheng's body to shake, almost made a mistake in his technique, and bit the tip of his tongue to stabilize his emotions. She stabilized, but two alchemists were disturbed by Thor, and the pill furnace exploded. The four players were smashed to pieces on the spot, without law enforcement who appeared.The gloomy blue flame is adjusted too high, and the energy in the pill furnace is boiling, comparable to a volcano. If there is no one left, it is very easy to cause a big explosion. Dongfang Herring now knows the reason why each group of alchemists are divided into different rooms. This is to prevent accidental injuries during the explosion. The fragments and shock waves of the pill furnace explosion are all blocked by the wall, and there is no leakage at all.BoomboomboomThe lightning fell one by one, and each one had the power to destroy the world, but the emperor was not easy to provoke, he didn't make a move, just relying on the aura of the emperor, he defeated all the lightning, but everything just started, with As time passed, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the falling lightning bolts changed from one to two, three, four or even five at the same time. Flying out, it merged with the aura of the emperor, and in an instant, the dragon seemed to be endowed with flesh and blood, and its power increased dramatically.Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell and hit the room of the Lonely Herb Collector. Each room has its own defense, but this defense is obviously aimed at general power. Weak, the Lone Boat Herb Picker is a great master of refining medicine, he is very old, at least over 70 years old, his ability to refine medicine is unquestionable, but his combat power is very average, the power of the lightning entering the room is weakened by 90% , Only 10% of the power was left, but the lone boat picker did not block it, and turned into a scorched corpse in an instant, and fell straight down, breathing white smoke.BoomThe out-of-control medicine stove exploded, and the defensive cover opened by the assistant lightning failed to save him."Thieves!" The emperor was angry.
