The end of Guixu seems to be the end of the world.

A building from heaven to earth, standing there.

It looks like the God pillar supporting the sky in ancient myths and legends.

At the moment, even with Jun Xiaoyao's well-informed vision, he couldn't help showing a touch of vibration.

The immortal altar is too big.

People standing in front of them are even smaller than ants.

I don't know how high it is, as if it extends to the end of the infinite universe.

The whole immortal altar is made of unknown black stones.

It looks like a stone, but it feels stronger than Xianjin.

And it was covered with mottled and dark blood.

After endless years of precipitation, it turns into a layer of blood scab like material, which is attached to the surface of the immortal altar.

This is an altar full of antiquity, mystery, desolation, solemnity, terror, depression and mystery.

An endless bloody plain.

An old and strange altar.

It can be said that anyone who sees this scene will have a strange sense of desolation in his heart.

"Is this the altar of immortality?"

You are carefree and have deep eyes.

This is where the main sacrifice ceremony is held.

Since ancient times, the blood and soul of billions of immortal creatures have been sacrificed here.

It can be said that any immortal living creature standing in front of this altar will never be calm and set off waves.

Rao Shijun is carefree. People who have no great heroism and no consciousness of saving people are difficult to calm down at the moment.

"Immortal altar, I saw the immortal altar!"

Later, the immortal girl knelt down directly on the ground, with a crazy piety on her face.

Obviously, for her, this is a sacred place.

The first chief priest of Changsheng Island, whose real name cannot be mentioned, once offered sacrifices to Chengxian gate here.

The immortal altar is a symbol of a sacred ceremony for the nine heavenly beings.

But for the immortal creatures, it is eternal injury and pain.

"Bye what? Bye, get up."

Jun Xiaoyao pulls the immortal daughter and gradually approaches the immortal altar.

The closer you are to the immortal altar, the smaller you feel.

At the same time, the terrible pressure is becoming more and more amazing.

And Jun Xiaoyao found that the chief sacrificial order hidden in his universe.

Unexpectedly, it began to tremble slightly, as if it had caused some resonance.

"Does it really matter..."

You are not surprised.

Standing in front of this immortal altar, even he felt a little small.

At the same time, it can bring people a sense of irresistible despair.

It seems that no one can stop the main sacrifice ceremony.

At this time, you Xiaoyao's mind heard the mechanical sound of the system.

"Ding, Congratulations, the host has arrived at the sign in place. Do you want to sign in?"

Here, it is already the deepest place of the ruins, so the system is triggered.

"Check in."

You are carefree and meditate in your heart.

He had a feeling before that this place is very special, and the sign in reward should not disappoint him.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, sign in, ten star reward, immortal method, little destiny!"

With the mechanical sound of the system.

Jun Xiaoyao only felt that a huge and unimaginable flood of information poured into his mind.

It's like you're going to burst your God!

The amount of information is too huge to drown your carefree knowledge of the sea.

In the past, you have signed in some top magical powers.

Such as six samsara boxing, heaven life and death wheel and so on.

But even those great powers, combined, do not have as much information as the immortal method in front of us.

Rao Shijun is carefree. He can't help but press his forehead with his hand.

He is a god of Constant sand level, running wildly, trying to bear and digest this amount of information.

One side, the immortal daughter also saw something wrong with Jun Xiaoyao.

He just stood there, motionless.

However, the immortal daughter didn't think much. She just thought that Jun Xiaoyao was shocked by the immortal altar in front of her.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment of opening his eyes, it seemed that there were countless mysterious and profound Tao flowing in his pupils.

"Immortal Dharma, it's actually immortal Dharma. This time, I really signed in for a great opportunity." Jun Xiaoyao murmured in his heart.

Even with his calm and indifferent mind, he couldn't help being a little excited at the moment.

Immortal method?

What is the immortal method?

Immortal's law!

This is the real immortal way!

This is essentially different from those magical powers that Jun Xiaoyao signed in before.

Just like, even the top heaven and earth aura can't compare with the fairy material.

The previous supernatural powers, even those powerful ancient divine animal methods, such as Kunpeng, real dragon and so on.

There is also a qualitative difference compared with the small fatalism that you Xiaoyao signs in at present.

It can be said that the mythical emperor will be moved when he sees the little fatalism.

This is the real immortal method!

And the ability of small fatalism is also extremely rebellious.

Those who have practiced small fatalism can grasp the fate of everything.

Have all kinds of mysterious and incredible abilities.

What makes you feel most carefree against the sky.

It's this little fatalism. You can call the true spirit in the dark with the help of some utensils stained with cause and effect.

Make a simple analogy.

It's Jun Xiaoyao. If you can practice small fatalism.

Then with the help of the random ancient axe, which is stained with cause and effect.

You have the ability to summon a true spirit that disrupts the ancient emperor!

This is the ability to go against the sky to the extreme.

Before, the war of ultimate misfortune.

You have no regrets. You sacrifice your blood to the true spirit and sprinkle your blood on the decree of abandoning heaven.

This summoned a true spirit of the emperor who abandoned heaven.

But that's because you have no regrets and abandon the great emperor. They are the blood of your family and are connected by blood.

And you are carefree. If you practice small fatalism, there is no blood restriction.

In other words, in theory, as long as the cause and effect is enough.

He can almost summon all the great emperors of Xianyu from ancient to modern times!

What kind of scene is that?

How terrible should it be?

I'm afraid all the big guys in the Jiutian restricted area will feel numb when they see them, right?

The chief priests have to be confused.

A true spirit, although impossible to compare with this Buddha, is also extremely powerful.

You Xiaoyao sighed endlessly.

This ability to manipulate fate and summon the true spirit at will is the extreme.

It is worthy of the legendary immortal Dharma.

This even made you carefree and thought of the most ethereal law of fate among the three thousand laws.

It is said that whoever can control the law of fate can control the fate of all souls and control the course of time.

But through the ages, no one can do it.

This little fatalism, in Jun Xiaoyao's view, has such a feeling of the law of fate.

Of course, compared with the real law of fate, nature is far from it.

Fate, in fate, is a part of fate and is contained by fate.

In addition, the anti heaven of small fatalism also needs to pay a huge price.

That is, each time you cast the small fatalism, you will consume longevity yuan and Qi.

As the saying goes, there are gains and losses.

The price of the gifts of fate is written in secret.

The effect of small fatalism is indeed against the sky. It can draw a trace of fatalism from all souls and call out the true spirit.

But at the same time, the caster has to pay a price.

And the cost can be said to be very huge.

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