Chapter 1843: Lion **** reproduction?

The Chiba Mountains stand tall and plunged into the sky vertically, like a javelin tied to the ground.
"It is said that this mountain was the result of the battle between the Confucius and the Heavenly Man, and the other party dropped a weapon..." Flying upwards, the ancient sacred body of Mo Ling.
Amazing the wonders of nature, Zhang Sushang is full of emotion.
A group of people quickly came to the top of the mountain. It was a flat land of more than 30 acres. The middle of the circle was a round stone platform with a diameter of about three meters. It looked like a natural altar.
"This is the place to communicate with God?"
Zhang wrinkled and frowned.
Chen Yonghuang nodded and was even more powerless.
"What treasures are needed? I am going to prepare!" Seeing him like this, Zhang Hang is not saying much, he said.
Chen Linghuang sacrifices, countless drugs, ores, rare items... It burns the lives of 100,000 people, breaks the space barriers, summons the "spirits", and wants to see Luo Ruoqi, it should not so easy.
"No, the sacrifices are ready..."
Chen Yonghuang turned to look at Liu Yang.
Liu Yang did not say much. He came to Shitai and waited for a moment. The unbeaten strong man he had commanded before, came to the front and handed over a ring.
When the wrists turn over, a bunch of golden flags appear in front of them and are tied around the stone platform.
"Get started!"
After doing this, Liu Yang gave a voice.
The immortal strongman nodded and turned and left. After about an hour, Zhang Sud suddenly felt a glimpse of his heart, anxious. He turned around and immediately saw the eight directions around, each with a light shè Like being attracted by the flag on the stone platform, it quickly rushed over.
"It is an eight-story temple, and at the same time sacrifices tens of thousands of people to sue at the same time, and to be a city..."
After a look, the ancient of Mo Ling understood.
"Tai Temple?"
"It is a place for the sacred people to worship the ancestors. Every time such sacrifices are required, someone needs to be specially presided over, and thousands of different spiritual people can be assembled to complete. The Eight Great Temples are also sacrificed, and only the Emperor has such a appeal. Others want to finish, they can't do it..."
Mu Ling Gu Sheng explained.
Zhang Hang stunned.
Before, the other party once said that if you want to sacrifice, you need to help him kill the Emperor and the Emperor, and get the support of the whole aliens before they can complete it. Now it seems so.
This large sacrifice is not something that one or two people can accomplish.
Jian Yang just told me that it should be the immortal strong to prepare these things.
The eight rays of light converge on the flag, and the stone platform quickly becomes a warm color. The mirror is general, and it gathers a lot of light and illuminates the sky vertically.
"It's me..."
A light smile, Chen Yonghuang came to the middle and sat down on the knees.
Seeing his movements, Liu Yang’s eyes are red.
"My servant, willing to sacrifice for his own life, praying to God, begging to see the spirits..."
Boom!
Along with the sound, Chen Yong’s body is like a flame, which burns and swallows it in a blink of an eye.
The face of Zhang Hang changed.
I also thought that the so-called sacrifices only need to spend treasures, I did not expect to sacrifice the other's life.
Even if the other person is seriously injured, he may not be able to survive today, but he will not be able to see it if he sees Luo Ruoqi himself.
After the body swayed, came to the front, the body of the body was infuriating, and immediately shrouded it.
"Stop..."
I want to see Luo Ruoqi, but I don't want it. For this reason, blood is flowing out.
Unwilling to owe you, even if it is a little, this is the principle of his work.
"I have been killed for a long time anyway, can do things for the young master, willingly!" Did not absorb the sky and the instinct of Zhang Suoyong, Chen Yonghuang smiled.
The face is the same, like burning around the body is not a fire, but a hot spring.
For practitioners, self-explosion is easy, and instant thoughts are cut off. Don't worry about pain and suffering. In this way, with your own sacrifice, burning with flames from the inside out, you can't die, you insist on it, just like you can bear it. It’s the most painful.
"I will see each other and I will find a way..."
In the inexplicable uncomfortable heart, Zhang hangs a big hand and waves, the other party does not agree, then ruin the stone platform and the flag, forcibly stop.
The sacrifice of life, he does not want to accept, not willing.
However, the power has not yet fallen, a strong atmosphere, falling from the sky, blink of an eye will cover Chen Yonghuang.
Breaked in breath, the flame burning on the emperor's body gradually began to extinguish, and the soul and body that continued to weaken slowly became alive.
Boom!
Between the heavens and the earth, there is a huge portal, a figure, appearing in the altar, tall and incomparable, and standing on the ground, exudes unbearable majesty.
"If you..."
Hurry to look at it, Zhang Suhang: "Who are you?"
The spirit that appears in the sacrifice is not a Luo Ruo, but a stranger.
No matter the breath or the eyes, you can confirm it and never seen it.
"The Spirit has returned to its own place, I am only her servant!"
The figure turned around and looked at Zhang Hang: "You should be hanging!"
Zhang hanging his fists tight.
Don't wait for him to talk, the sky figure looked over, no joy or no sorrow: "When the spirits leave, explain me, if you need any help, you can shoot... I don't want to, I still promised! But still I want to remind you that the status of the spiritual is respected. It is not something that you can think of as a common man. Advise you... or dispel this thought, otherwise, harm yourself!"
Boom!
In the voice, with a strong sense of oppression, Zhang Suhang, despite having the fighting power of the blood-rebirth level, still feels that the whole body of blood seems to be imprisoned, and there is no power to resist.
The other party is just a phantom, and it is much stronger than the "spirit" that Chen Linghuang summoned before!
"My business... I don't care! You only tell me who the Spirit is, where it is..."
"Lingshen naturally lives in the Palace of Spirits! Well, let's do it. If you can break the space and bind with me like Confucius, I will tell you that her whereabouts can't be done. Don't count on..."
A snoring, the figure sleeves glimpse, the light is getting lighter.
"Slow!" Zhang hanging up.
The figure paused.
"Is the spirit telling you, what help is needed, can you shoot?" Zhang Hangdao.
The figure frowned, but still nodded: "Not bad! However, I will only shoot once, you have to ask for it, don't waste the opportunity."
"I think about it!" I waved my hand and said: "This singer is the boy of the spirit god. He is seriously injured and will die at any time. Please also help to save..."
"Young Master..."
Chen Yonghuang's eyes are red.