Chapter 131: War altar

"Yang Hufa, hello. We met again. It seems that we really have a fate." Ye Chuan smiled without any trace of dignity.
This time, the demon gates were fierce and ruthless. It was harder to complete the task than to go to heaven. The ordinary disciples couldn’t help but be nervous and dignified. Ye Chuan was a good-looking one.
Ye Chuan smiled, and Yang Tianqi, who was accompanying the law, was a slap in the face, and he wanted to cry without tears. He felt that the bad luck of his life was suddenly blessed on his body, and he was unlucky. The last time, I took the team to participate in the three-party contest. This time, I have to go to the Tianhui Gate with Ye Chuan. Up and down the Zongmen, is there anything worse than him?
Yang Tian screamed and grinned. After the big contest, he was appreciative of Ye Chuan, but he couldn’t smile.
Seeing pity, his name is Yang Tian mad, but he is not crazy at all, notoriously honest and low-key. Because it was too honest, the results were repeated several times to others to avoid the task of others. Ye Chuan can not live longevity and plague the millennium, but I don’t know it yet, but I am indeed miserable by Ye Chuan! The last big match, the defeat was the result of winning the accident, this time?
Yang Tian was worried and worried. He looked at the clouds for a long time and took out two words. The hard state said: "Not good."
"Yang Hufa, are you worried about dying in the demon gate?"
Ye Chuan patted Yang Tian’s shoulders and said:
Do not worry, you just want to lead the way. No one will be embarrassing you. Even if you die, I will die first.

Yang Tian mad suddenly stopped and looked at Ye Chuan, who was calm and calm, and moved in his heart.
The honest man is not good at expressing. He doesn't know what to say, but Ye Chuan's simple sentence makes him admire the young man who is younger than himself for a whole generation.
"Master, Master..."
The familiar scorpion came, Ye Chuan turned back, the fat man Zhao Dazhi chased him up, carrying a big parcel, panting, "Master, Miss Jia Jia let me come with you."
"Fat, this time is no bigger than the three factions, you are not afraid to go back?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Afraid, the old elders of the three elders are afraid of death, who is not afraid?"
The fat man Zhao Dazhi looked at the unlucky guardian Yang Tian mad, and his heart was slightly comforted. He found a person with the same illness. "However, if you don't agree, you will be killed by Miss Jia Jia now. So, my brother, I have to. Come on. Master, I will entrust this little life to you for the rest of my life. You must be responsible."
The fat man Zhao Dazhi has a look of acquaintance.
"Hey, I am not interested in men, dead fat, stay away from me."
Ye Chuan walked away, his mouth was very fierce, but his heart was warm. Knowing that it is fierce, but less, but the fat man is enough brother.
"Master, I am talking about Miss Jia Jia. You have to be responsible for others. You can't live up to a deep affection in the future." The fat man Zhao Dazhi followed, a serious statement.
Zhu Sijia's affection for Ye Chuan, the fool can see it. The fat man is not a fool. On the contrary, the thief is very good. He has already seen Zhu Sijia's abnormality. I never dreamed of dreaming, and Zhu Sijia, who is very hot and sultry, will be so considerate after the emotion. It is a pity that this person is not him. He can only watch Ye Chuan drooling and lament that there is no such life.
"Fat, what do you say? Don't treat your brother as someone like you, I don't understand."
Ye Chuan shook his head, pretending not to understand, secretly speeding up the pace.
The three people walked faster and faster. Soon, they came to a valley behind the Great Hall of Clouds. A huge, ancient high platform appeared in front of them.
This high platform has a full circle of eight kilometers. The whole body is made up of unknown boulder. On the boulder, there is a mysterious ancient inscription on the ancient sacred. Also separated by a few kilometers, the thick old, majestic atmosphere swept through. Looking at it from afar, my heart will naturally feel a sly war, just like being in an ancient battlefield, surrounded by thousands of horses and horses, and a strong killing spirit will come.
"This is a war altar. The legend is that our ancestors of the Yunzong ancestor exhibited the Great Holy Spirit and moved back from the end of time and space. Today, it has been the largest and oldest war altar in the Daqin dynasty and even the entire Tianhuo mainland. There have been countless masters fighting on it, using blood and life to interpret the fiercest collision!"
The voice of Yang Tian, ​​the guardian of the law, came with a deep pride.
In the long-lasting cloud sect, there are many things that make the disciples proud, the mountains that rise from the ground, the palaces of the hustle and bustle, the ancient Tibetan Buddhist scriptures and the weapons cabinet... are not magnificent, but the most Shocking, it is still a war festival with a long history of vicissitudes. Legend has it that, long time ago, it was the place where the top super masters of the wild world played against each other, and it was the holy place for all saints to compete.
At that time, it was the most prosperous and glorious day of Yunwu Zong. It’s a pity that such days are gone, and today, Yunwu Zong can’t even start this behemoth again. This unparalleled war altar left by the founder of the Kaishan ancestors was full of dust.
The fat man Zhao Dazhi was stunned. Although he was not the first to see this war altar, he still felt shocked. When he saw a shock, his heart was full of pride. "Yes, this is the war altar, master, you. Look……"
After a while, the fat man finally reacted and told Ye Chuan about many stories related to the war altar. Looking around, I was empty, and I discovered that Ye Chuan was not around.
When the fat man’s heart was shocked, Ye Chuan came to the edge of the war altar, extended his right hand, and gently touched the big holy rune on the boulder with his fingertips.
Millions of years have passed, the world only knows that this is an ancient war sacrificial retreat from the end of time and space, and the story behind the scenes, I am afraid that there is no one except Ye Chuan himself. At that time, if it wasn’t for him to fight alone in the chaos of the fierce sect, the Ghosts and the King of Medicine could take the opportunity to seize this ancient altar?
"Sage fight, blood stained altar..."
Ye Chuan whispered to himself, his fingertips crossed over a great sacred rune, and a feeling of being familiar with the world’s arrogance came to mind. At this moment, it seems that time and space went back to millions of years ago, and returned to the era of only one hand to cover the sky and defeat the invincible of the world. The fat man Zhao Dazhi and the guardian Yang Tianman who stood outside the kilometer suddenly had an illusion that Ye Chuan became part of this ancient altar, or that the altar became part of Ye Chuan’s body, regardless of each other. They all exude an ancient, majestic atmosphere.
"Master, Master, what are you talking about?"
The fat man Zhao Dazhi had some guilty reasons for not coming, and he took the courage to go to Ye Chuan.
"Nothing, let's go."
Ye Chuan turned around and faintly walked to an ancient transmission array nearby. A burst of blue light flashed, and the three disappeared. The ancient transmission line was turned to the demon door.
When the three men had just left, a mysterious woman sneaked into the valley and went to the edge of the war altar to glance at it. Suddenly, the heart trembled. On the dusty altar, there was a clear, deep, concave palm print. This palm print was obviously left a long time ago, but I don’t know how to reveal it strangely.
"Tianlumen, Ye Chuan?"
The mysterious woman stayed still, looked at the ancient transmission array that could not see the distant light, and quietly left after muttering to himself. There was no shadow and no alarm of any cloud sect guards, leaving only a row of wet footprints.