Chapter 890: Amazing altar

Chapter 890: Amazing Altar
"Boom!"
Although the powerful force bombarded the nine divine dragons and shattered them one by one, it was not known that Yang Hongwu not only exhibited Longyou Jiuxiao's body technique, but also performed a secret technique of gasification and Sanqing.
It was only the avatar of Yang Hongwu who was beheaded. His deity had entered the city.
"what happened?"
"That kid disappeared?"
"Is it broken up? This makes no sense."
It was found that Yang Hongwu disappeared. These ancient souls were all dumbfounded. Although they all attacked with all their strength, it was impossible to beat people all at once.
"No, it's just a doppelganger, we're fooled."
"Look, that kid is in the city." Niu Shui was so angry that he pointed to Yang Hongwudao in the city.
"Damn boy, he actually went in." Zhang Zuotian was furious, punched a punch, and a huge stone shattered instantly, turning into nothingness.
So many people stopped him, and they all failed.
This is the only chance to leave this ancient battlefield, and now it's gone.
"You bastards, wait for me, and wait for me to come out is your death time!" And Yang Hongwu turned to look at Zhang Zuotian and others, coldly said.
If there is no revenge, that is not Yang Hongwu's style.
If you dare to do it yourself and count yourself, then you have to bear your own revenge. These will all die and all will be transformed into their own cultivation practices.
"Boy, you now have time to regret. Once inside, you will definitely die." At this time, an old white-beard said.
"Huh, do you think I will believe you?" Yang Hongwu sneered. "The reason why I entered this deserted battlefield is because I feel my chance, and my chance is in this city, you wait Come on, soon you will all die in my hands."
"Opportunity, kid, hum, you just entered the deserted battlefield, don't you know the terrible place of this deserted battlefield?" Another old antique sneered, "Tell you, kid, this city is called the city of destruction, it is the whole In the most terrible place in the Huanggu battlefield, all the creatures that enter the city of destruction will be destroyed and become the purest soul power. Don't you find that in this city of destruction, the power of soul is very Is huge, but there is no soul?"
"I will believe you?" Yang Hongwu smiled coldly, turned and walked towards it.
However, what surprised Honghong Wu was that these guys just wanted to stop themselves so much, they probably wanted to get their own flesh, but they did not catch up, which was a bit surprising.
"Boy, wait a minute, we were just wrong, how about we make a deal?" Zhang Zuotian said loudly.
Yang Hongwu did not listen to him as if he had not heard it.
Zhang Zuotian was very angry.
Slammed hard and shouted: "Damn little beast, he didn't give his face."
"Hey... It's a pity, I don't know when this opportunity will come." These ancient souls are very depressed one by one, thought they had found an opportunity to leave this ancient Huang battlefield, but did not expect that Yang Hongwu would enter In the city of destruction.
They were all strong men who died in this deserted ancient battlefield. After many years, they woke up, but they were trapped in this deserted ancient battlefield and could not leave here.
Of course, over the years, there have been many people who have entered the battlefield of the deserted ancients, but those people cannot bear the power of the deserted ancients and are eroded by the power of the deserted ancients.
Those with stronger strength still have souls, while those with weaker strength disappear.
But Yang Hongwu is the only one who enters this deserted battlefield without anything, so this allows them to see hope and hope to leave this deserted battlefield.
Unexpectedly, he actually entered the city of destruction.
This ruined city is terrible, but all the creatures that enter the ruined city will be wiped out and turned into the purest soul power, and no exception is there.
So, after seeing Yang Hongwu enter it, no one dared to go in again, they didn't want to die.
At this time, Yang Hongwu entered the City of Destruction and continuously absorbed the power of the soul in the City of Destruction, so that his soul would continue to grow and his spiritual power would continue to increase.
The refining of God's heart works like crazy.
Every breath will absorb the power of the majestic soul.
This is a paradise for soul-spiritual practitioners, but what Yang Hongwu is puzzled is, why do these guys feel so terrible?
Mao Erli also feels terrible here?
Is there really a strong presence in this?
However, now that it has come in, it can only be done one step at a time.
Both Liuli and Maoer entered the Shenfu, they had fallen into a deep sleep, so here, only Yang Hongwu himself, no one can help him.
Here, every step can be practiced, and every breath has greatly improved.
However, Yang Hongwu didn't dare to have any slack, and his spirit was extremely tense. After all, it was too weird here, and one accidentally would lose everything.
Yang Hongwu didn't want to die here like that. In that case, it would be too worthwhile.
Yang Hongwu found that this city is quite huge.
Moreover, if it is not run down, it should be a rather splendid city.
It is estimated that this city should be very famous before the battle of the barren.
I don't know who built this city, who is the owner of this city?
Yang Hongwu thought for a while. Those guys who wanted to deal with themselves before are all old antiques. It is estimated that there are many. It may have survived the battle of the ancients. If this city is the city at that time, they will not fail. understand.
However, now it is impossible for him to catch a person to ask the situation.
Since there is no way to find someone to inquire, only myself slowly explored.
I didn't know how long it was away. Yang Hongwu found that the voice that called him was getting closer and closer.
Soon, a huge altar appeared before him.
What shocked Yang Hongwu was that this huge altar was actually built with the legendary Xuantian jasper.
Extravagance, too extravagant.
The entire altar is made of Xuantian Jasper, which requires more local tyrants and more prostitutes.
A piece of Xuantian jasper, even if it is only a small piece, is enough to be comparable to a superb Shengdan.
How big is this altar?
There is a lot of money.
There is also a hundred feet tall, so tall, a towering altar, all made of Xuantian jasper, is invaluable treasure.
Where do ordinary people have such strength to build such an altar?
I am afraid that no one in the entire nine days and ten places can do this.