Long Live the Counterattack

　　 In the underground secret cave leading to the dark altar, several teams of elite disciples of the inner door of the Five Ding Shenlong Immortal Gate are closely guarding each level.

The entrance is just a few hundred meters away.

There are as many as ten levels in 　　.

　　 The order they received is.

　　 Any secret password or special token that cannot be verified, no matter what identity it is, all will be killed.

"Attention, everyone, now is the most critical juncture, any omissions are unforgivable! Keep your eyes open and never let any suspicious person in. Even the elder in the door, if his position is not here, enter the dark altar Before, you have to search your body repeatedly, verify your password, and finally get the personal permission of the sect master before you can enter. Listen, the disciples under the sect and the guardian who led the team, no one can leave the post without authorization, no matter what the reason! You are supervising each other, there is any abnormality , Report immediately!"

　　The person responsible for the safety of the entire dark altar passage is the elder Crimson Dragon.

　　He is also the most trusted and powerful help of the master.

　　The remaining elders.

　　 If you don't send guards in various positions on the mountain, you will follow the golden robe ancestors and participate in the sacrifice of Shenlong recovery.

　　 Eyes are like two ghosts of fire. Elder Crimson Jiao has practiced powerful visual skills. In terms of capturing the dynamics of enemy tracks, his eyes are more powerful than the compound eyes of insects. Combined with the various traps and the ancient magical formations remaining in the dark altar passage, even if the elder Crimson Jiao knew that the cultivators had already entered the mountain gate outside, he was confident to hold on until the dragon revived and broke ground.

　　 stood next to the elder Red Jiao.

　　 There are also four sect masters who advance and retreat together with Iron Heart and Wuding Shenlong Fairy Gate.

　　 They usually have too much involvement with the interests of the Five Ding Shenlong Fairy Gate, and they have become one body early, and they are inseparable. There is no choice at all in this confrontation.

　　 There are also wives and children’s relatives who are the masters of the family. Although they are expatriates, they are in fact a family that is dependent on each other. Longyin Valley struck, even if they didn't want to face resistance, they swore to survive.

In this situation.

　　 They naturally walked along the road to the dark.

　　 stood firmly in the camp on the side of the Wuding Shenlong Fairy Gate, and fought resolutely against Longyingu to the end.

of course.

　　 They stand in line like this.

　　 There is another extremely important reason.

　　 That is that they are too closely related to the Wuding Shenlong Fairy Gate. The ancient sealed Shenlong possesses the supreme power, and they don't say it on the surface, but they know it in their hearts. Who would go against the Five Ding Shenlong Fairy Gate who is destined to be the winner? Betrayed Shenlong, isn't that looking for death?

　　 If the dragon comes out.

　　 will surely bring the world into one.

　　 Wuding Shenlong Fairy Gate will control the world's best in the future. How can they not take the initiative to grasp the power of the dragon that is about to start?

"You don't have to panic, I know that the guys in Longyingu sneaked in with their magic techniques, but there are key magic circles guarding the mountains. They want to take our Wuding Shenlong Fairy Gate, it's not that easy! They came just right, The resurrection of the Shenlong will definitely require a lot of flesh and blood to replenish. They are the best meal! We loosen the outside and tighten the inner, even if we let them take our main pivot, what about it? After we win, we can rebuild at any time! They consume lives. It is not enough to get down to our main hall. We have to attack the Ming altar to detect the flaws! With the prisoner Niu elder, Ming altar should be worry-free!" The elder Chijiao has confidence in the same loyal prisoner Niu elder who guards the Ming altar.

The elder 　　 Chijiao walked back and forth, repeatedly instilling the theory that the Ming altar has a magic circle and is as stable as Mount Tai to his disciples.

　　 The core disciples in the gate can all be stationed here.

　　 I'm always brainwashed and frantic.

　　I heard encouragement.

　　 There was an inexplicable excitement on their faces, and they could not wait for the enemy to touch in immediately, so that they could kill the enemy's head and make a great contribution to the sect.

　　 The secret cave is five kilometers deep, and there are three forks. The forks are inscribed with sculptures of fish, snakes and deer. The orientation is arranged in the left of the fish, the middle of the snake, and the right of the deer. Except for the imprints of the three creatures, the three fork roads have no similarities and differences. Even if someone breaks in here, it is impossible to determine which channel is the one that leads to the dark altar.

　　 penetrated the stratum and went down about four kilometers.

　　 There is a huge space.

　　The rock color is dark red.

　　 is formed like **** lava.

　　 Hole, the old man sitting cross-legged in a dense circle.

　　 There is a basin of blood in front of them, and in the blood basin, the blood is constantly bubbling as if heated by a stove.

There was a handsome man in a golden robe standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were peaceful, like a reclusive acquaintance who only wanted to be a farmhouse in the country, but between his brows, there was a faint arrogance of the world. . No matter how approachable he hides his expression, the kind of detachment that comes out of his bones makes the people around him uncontrollably bow their heads.

　　 "The time for the decisive victory!" The handsome man's lips pressed lightly: "Although the fate is the fate, there will be hardships in all things in the world. In this battle, we must go all out and don't be careless!"

　　 "Yes." There were still a few people hidden in the darkness in the cave, and they all replied respectfully to the handsome men in golden robes.

　　 "Where is the master of the door?" the man in the golden robe asked.

　　 "The recovery of the dragon is imminent, and the sect master personally takes care of it in the Sealed Land." In the darkness, there was a particularly hoarse voice that was like a frustration and slowly replied.

"Very well, the sect master is cautious. It is only natural to go to the sealed place to guard it!" The man in the golden robe raised his brow slightly, as if he didn't care about the sect master's act of stealing credit from the Shenlong. His voice was gentle and calm. He even opened his mouth to praise the master for his prudent actions, and the few people who were invisible in the darkness were confused and confused. The sect master is obviously a guard, but he is actually grabbing merit. Why is the holy ancestor so generous? Did the holy ancestor have a plan for a long time, and everything is under control, so he is so confident?

　　 "..." A few people in the darkness did not dare to answer easily.

　　 "You don't need to worry too much, just do everything as planned! Go!" The man in the golden robe waved his hand carelessly.

　　 A few people in the darkness dare not stay.

　　 Qi Qiqi body.

　　 Then cast their own methods, one by one, and go quietly.

　　 The man in the golden robe looked around at the blood basin next to him, and suddenly with both hands, he pulled up the fresh blood in the blood basin and formed a giant boiling blood ball in mid-air, and then gently threw it on the dark red ground. If there is life on the ground, it **** blood, some blood that has not penetrated into the rock flows continuously, and finally forms a weird blood-red pattern.

　　 looks like a dragon pattern.

　　 is like the head of the devil again.

　　 The man in the golden robe took a deep breath and pressed his hands to the ground.

　　 The ground was instantly red, and the rock surface even rose and fell with the breathing of the man in the golden robe, until the blood pattern was completely attracted by the rock.

　　 "You continue the blood sacrifice, don't let go for a moment!" The man in the golden robe clapped his hands, sweating faintly from the corners of his mane, and the slight movement just now seemed to be a super high-intensity exercise. The old man sitting in a circle, no one answered, they stood up silently, holding the empty bowl of blood, and filed into the darkness.

　　 When they re-emerged, the blood basin in his hand was full of blood.

　　 A dozen old men sat cross-legged.

　　 Brows drooped.

　　 mute the spell in my heart.

　　 After a while, the blood basin in front of him bubbled again, and gradually it seemed to boil again.

　　 The man in the golden robe has finished adjusting his breath at this moment, and there is a mysterious dragon pattern flashing in his eyes, faintly generating a kind of devastating tyrannical energy, like a volcano erupting. The man in the golden robe quickly closed his eyes, closed his breath, and suppressed the vast energy. His tall and stalwart body gave birth to a mountain-like breath, until he took a few deep breaths, Yun Gong concealed the breath, and the whole talent returned to the leisurely literati.

　　 "Come!" The man in the golden robe waved.

　　 In the darkness in the distance, a shadow walked over with square steps.

　　 The appearance of this shadow is exactly the same as the man in the golden robe in the court.

　　 No matter the look or breath, there is no difference. At first glance, it looks even more similar than the closest twin brother in the world.

　　 The man in the golden robe didn't look at the shadow with his straight eyes at all. He turned and left. As he stepped into the darkness, he left a sentence: "The master is suspicious, he must send someone to investigate, keep the status quo and not reveal any flaws!"

　　 Shadow did not answer.

　　 As if he hadn't heard the instructions from the body, he stood in the center of the blood basin, using both hands as a guide, slowly drawing the blood from the blood basin.

　　 also condenses into a giant blood cell from mid-air.

　　 also threw the ground sacrifice.

　　 virtual press with both hands.

　　The pattern of waiting for the head of the devil appears, and the body buckles together, conforming to the rhythm of the ground...

　　 After the sacrifice, the expression on the shadow's face was as usual, and there was no sweat on the mane and corners of the body. His eyes also have golden glows, but it is a pity that those golden glows are specious, condensed and not real, they are pure light, not the mysterious dragon patterns that naturally emanate from the body.

　　 The old men who sat in a circle stood up again, one after another, and filed into the darkness.

　　 came out again.

　　 They each carried a pot of blood, repeating the previous blood sacrifice.

　　 There is a wider cave square in the depths of the underground about six kilometers away from this red rock cave.

　　 The square is lacquered black, with stone pillars lined with various animal patterns and strange runes that are difficult to discern.

　　 Dozens of people stood in the center of the square.

　　 In front of them were five big bronze tripods beyond imagination.

　　Each large cauldron can hold at least ten thousand catties, especially the most central cauldron, which is more than three times that of the four large cauldrons.

　　 Inside them.

　　 without exception, all filled with blood.

　　 Among the crowd, a tall man wearing a golden mask patrolled the slightly bubbling blood in the cauldron. His eyes were fierce and powerful, like a lion, and there was a kind of overlord power in his gestures. Accompanied by him are two handsome young guards and two elegant waitresses with good looks. No matter where he goes, the four of them always follow each other step by step~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

"The recovery ceremony has already begun, and there is no power to reverse it. We will win this battle!" A middle-aged man with a delicate but pale face slowly shook his fan. This man is like a man from ancient times. Traveling to modern scholars with weak literature.

　　 "Time is tight, but fortunately we won the bet!" The man next to him was a big-eyed man with big beards, his muscles and bones like cast iron.

"The sect master is the person to whom the destiny belongs. Even if we did nothing before, we will win in the end, but we did not promote the celestial phenomenon, there will be more twists and turns in the middle!" There is another old man dressed as a goatee Taoist priest. Shaking his head and shaking his head, as soon as his words fell, the tall man wearing the golden mask immediately reached out and stopped: "The words of the destiny return, I will not mention it again! The ancestor will inevitably misunderstand this, as the sect master, I am only trying to revive the dragon. On, as for the others, not in my heart!"

　　 "Yes, the subordinate wants to make a mistake, please forgive me!" The goatee old man raised his hand in a salute, but his expression showed no respect for the ancestor in the door.

"The closer we get to recovery, the more we must be cautious! Everyone is going to split up according to the plan. The success or failure of this battle will determine the foundation of the eternal world!" The tall man wearing a golden mask made a deep voice and waved his hands, allowing his loyal followers to follow his own principles. Make a plan and act: "Everyone, a hundred years of planning, success or failure is at hand, it's up to you now!"

　　 "I am willing to be a forerunner for the sect master, and never die!" The goatee, the bearded man, and the weak scholar all fell to the ground and responded in a sudden. (To be continued.)