The cave is deep and long, it should not have taken much effort to excavate, and there is not even a stone slab, and the feet are full of pits, and the whole cave is filled with a damp and moldy smell, which is extremely pungent.

"Hasn't this been repaired all these years? After all, this is the sleeping place of our ancestors!"

Because of the darkness of the light, the power of Xingtian's Pixiu has awakened, and I saw that the ground is not only full of potholes, but also many places have even had some stagnant water due to the perennial dampness, and even some poisonous insects born in dangerous areas have been generated, and after a long time, miasma may be born, and at that time, I am afraid that this place will turn into a desperate area, and it will be difficult for warriors to set foot in!

After all, this is a miasma born in a dark and ominous dangerous area, and it can also cause great damage to martial arts cultivators.

"When this ancient land of inheritance was just built, it coincided with the time when the elven clan had just gained a foothold in the Supreme Battlefield and the whole clan was in ruins, and many people would die of hunger and despair every day, where would they have the spare strength to build a huge project?"

Augustus said softly: "Later, our clan also gave birth to many Shinto masters, and the clan also felt that it was time to repair various places, but unfortunately those strong people who were about to reach the end of their cultivation directly refused."

They felt that although my elven clan was much stronger than when they retreated into the forbidden zone of life in the primeval period, it was a pity that it was still too weak compared to some big clans, and they were even weak!

Instead of spending huge energy and money to build tombs for those who died, it is better to buy more public facilities for the people and add a little more nutritious things for the children......

Because of this, the clan has not repaired this place for them for a long time. ”

"Actually...... It should be fixed. ”

Xing Tian sighed, didn't say anything more, and walked forward silently.

This cave is not very long, after all, the original project was simple, it was impossible to dig deep, there was no mature enough design, it was easy to collapse inside, so Xing Tian and his party of five walked forward again for about ten minutes, and then they came to an extremely empty stone room.

The surroundings were still pitch black, except for a high platform in the middle that looked like a grinding plate, on which countless mysterious runes were engraved!

After stepping into this place, Xingtian's almost perverted spiritual sense had already sensed that this place was actually filled with an indescribable power, this power could not be seen or touched, but it was like air, wandering in any corner!

From the moment he entered here, Xing Tian felt as if he was being targeted, and there were countless invisible eyes quietly observing everything on his body!

It's a mystical feeling, hard to describe, but it's like a shadow.

A mysterious ancient land!

Xing Tian silently experienced this feeling, and he knew that this feeling must have been brought to him by those sleeping strongest battle spirits.

The Strongest Fighting Spirit ...... It is a very special existence in itself.

When they are about to die, they can take the soul in their body as the center, directly extract all the power in their body, and live on the soul, and finally exist in an alternative situation, that is, the war soul!

The battle spirit cannot be cultivated, so its strength is very limited, and when the power that they withdrew from their bodies before death completely dissipates, that is when they completely dissipate.

"King, you can drip your blood on the altar in front of you. ”

Caesar reminded at the right time: "The power of our elven clan is sleeping in the blood, and the potential of each clan is all judged by the power in their blood, when you sprinkle the blood on the altar, your breath will be detected by the ancestral war spirits sleeping here, and the war spirits who are willing to wake up for you will naturally recover!"

Xingtian nodded, and strode towards the altar.

He already knew the process, and he didn't bother to waste any more time, so when he walked to the altar, he opened the palm of his right hand and put his hand directly on the altar.

It's just a moment of contact, who knows, Xingtian, who was still very calm, turned flat in an instant!

Because the altar was like a powerful magnet, the moment Xingtian's palm was put up, it sucked Xingtian's hand to death.

At this moment, the blood in Xingtian's body boiled, like tap water that didn't need money, and the red blood directly dyed the entire altar red, and the mysterious veins on the altar bloomed with blood!

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar sounded in the cave without warning, and immediately after, the whole belly of the mountain began to tremble violently, and the boulder rolled down, an astonishing one!

"Roar!"

Xing Tian raised his head and roared, the speed of blood loss was so fast that it brought him unspeakable pain, even with his tenacious almost invincible will, he couldn't resist it!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the altar trembled, and it felt like it couldn't withstand the power of the blood of the Torture Heaven!

Moreover, the frequency of this tremor continues to intensify, and in the end it has reached a very alarming level.

"Click"

A crack sounded, not high, but very abrupt!

I saw that several cracks had broken on the altar, and they spread to all directions centered on Xingtian's hand pressing the boulder!

"Damn, the altar is cracked!"

Augustus's face changed wildly: "What the hell happened, there won't be any problems with the king, right?"

"It's hard to say!"

Gustav hurriedly said: "This altar has been accompanying our people for many years, I don't know how many days have been measured, but there has never been any problem, why did it go wrong at this juncture!"

Sijie was dumbfounded, this kind of situation, unheard of for endless years, but it made them a little confused at the moment, only Hammer lowered his head thoughtfully.

"I think I probably know what's going on!"

Suddenly, Hammer, who had been silent, raised his head, exhaled a long breath, his face was surprisingly solemn, and said word by word: "We have indeed used this altar for endless years without problems, but ...... We've never tested the Imperial Blood !!"

As soon as these words came out, the other three were stunned.

Yes, this altar can withstand the impact of their ordinary Dao blood, but can it withstand the imperial blood?

The ghost knows if they can bear it, after all, they haven't seen the royal elves for many years!

"I guess - it probably has a lot to do with the altar itself!"

Hammer thought about it and said quickly, "I've heard the elders of the family say that the center of this altar is actually a drop of royal blood from Prince Patria, the last prince of our clan in the primeval period!"

Prince Patria is the son of the elven god, his imperial blood is extremely pure, once left a drop, and was finally brought to the Supreme Battlefield by a senior of our clan!

When this altar was built, the predecessors put the blood of Prince Patria in this altar, in order to use it as a yardstick, the closer the blood of future generations is to Prince Patria, the more talented they will be!"

"To put it bluntly, this altar can test no more blood power than Prince Patria!"

The look on Hammer's face was almost like crying: "In other words, the blood power of the new king far surpasses that of the prince of Patria!"

That's why this altar couldn't be tested at all, and it was directly shattered by the blood power of the new king!"

This is definitely a very surprising speculation!

Prince Patria is the heir of the elven god, if even his blood can't be compared to Xingtian, then how perverted is Xingtian?

"So what do we do now?"

Caesar frowned and said, "It's too late to inform the Great Elder in the Hui clan!"

"I'm afraid even the Great Elder can't do anything, after all, he is not the Emperor's Blood!"

Hammer sighed: "Until now, I can only pray that my dead Ji people have their own heavenly appearance!"

......

As if to fulfill Hammer's words, after a while, only a "click" was heard, and the altar pressed under Xingtian's hand was directly cracked into several petals!

"Boom!"

The dazzling golden light swept through the place in an instant the moment the altar shattered, engulfing everything!

And Xing Tian had already sat on the ground because of excessive blood loss, and he couldn't stand up even if there was a big situation around.

In the blink of an eye, this place has become a red-gold world, making it difficult to open people's eyes.

Immediately after, a slightly hoarse and heavy voice sounded, and the smell of vicissitudes came to my face—"Is the supreme elven god returning?, why do I feel the breath of her blood!?"

“......”

(The thinking has been very chaotic in the past two days, and it is difficult to write this paragraph in one night of sorting out the thoughts in Rao Laochu.) ）