This scene is inexplicably terrifying.

With Ye Wuque's dodging, he finally arrived under this majestic ancient city gate.

Towering into the clouds, the waves are magnificent.

But in front of the entrance, the door is open, and the doors in the distance are like this, but there is no one.

Ye Wuque raised his head and looked above the Chengguan.

There, Ye Wuque could feel the remaining restraint fluctuations!

Stepping out one step, Ye Wuque rose to the sky and came directly to the city gate, and his vision suddenly widened.

And as Ye Wuque had expected, he did not suffer any obstruction and landed on the city gate without incident.

"On the eighth level, there is an ancient prohibition fluctuation that has been guarded."

Ye Wuque was rubbing the ancient city wall with one hand, and he could feel the fluctuation of the restriction.

Soon, he found the key.

"These ancient prohibitions guarding the Taoist Pass were broken by yearning from within!"

"And there are thousands of residual aftermath breaths, endless, it should be the power of countless creatures, with a kind of panic and madness..."

In Ye Wuque's mind, what he saw and heard when he came all the way up again suddenly reappeared.

"It should be those creatures who escaped who broke the eighth barrier of this god's protection of the ancient prohibition!"

"They tried their best, desperate, and fought with their lives."

"The reason for this is because before they..."

"I was locked in the eighth level?"

Ye Wuque, who came to this conclusion, blinked slightly. At this time, he had already walked to the inner side of the city gate, standing on the city wall, overlooking everything in the entire eighth gate of the Taoist God.

At a glance.

Ye Wuque saw a...

Empty city!

There are all kinds of buildings, streets, shops, etc., all in one place.

But there is no breath of life!

Not to mention living creatures, not even a mosquito!

The entire eighth level of the Taoist gods is clean, there is no dust, and the cleanness makes people feel unreal.

It was as if there was an invisible terrifying force that gave the entire Taoist eighth level to the essence!

"It's not an empty city, but... a dead city!"

Ye Wuque's eyes became more attractive.

He already has a terrible inference!

Walking from the gorgeous aurora, seeing so many strange corpses, the answer is already obvious!

The entire life of the eighth level of the Taoist gods was...

Slaughtered!

Not one left!

All were killed cleanly!

How terrifying is this? ?

Who dares? ?

There is such an unimaginable handwriting?

How did he do it? ?

Such a majestic and terrifying ancient city gate is the eighth gate of the Taoist gods, and it is not too far from the tenth gate of the ultimate level.

How can the creatures who can inhabit the eighth level of the Taoist gods be weak?

There will only be more native masters!

But now all the creatures in the entire Taoist pass have been slaughtered? ?

Even Ye Wuque felt a little incredible.

"Huh? Wait!"

Suddenly, under Ye Wuque's divine soul power, he seemed to have discovered something. He dodged and fell directly from the city gate, landing on the ground that looked like an alley in the eighth gate below.

In a hidden place, Ye Wuque's figure appeared and slowly crouched down, it was a corner.

It's very ordinary, I usually don't see anything at all, and now I don't seem to see anything.

But at this time, Ye Wuque, who was squatting, stretched out a finger and rubbed something on the ground.

hum!

The next moment, a strange trace of light appeared there.

Showing a crimson red, darker than blood.

Ye Wuque looked at this strange crimson light, and his eyes flickered.

This is the residual aftermath!

It was only caught by Ye Wuque's powerful power of perception.

"Such traces of light, and fluctuations..."

Soon, Ye Wuque stood up, looked in the other direction, and immediately disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at a certain box on the second floor of a restaurant.

I saw that in the corner of the box, as Ye Wuque pointed it out, it shattered, and immediately revealed a red-red trace of light that was the same as before, the only difference was that the direction seemed completely different.

Next, Ye Wuque's figure continued to flicker in the eighth level of Taoist God.

The footprints cover almost one-third of the Taoist gates.

Every time it falls, a scarlet trace of light can be found.

And the places are also different, there are alley corners, shop corners, and restaurant corners. The common point is that they are very hidden.

A quarter of an hour later.

Ye Wuque came to the void of the eighth level of Taoshen, looked down, his eyes flickered.

At this moment, within Ye Wuque's line of sight, he marked the position of every crimson light he found.

In the end, with the power of the soul, they connected all the crimson traces of light they found together according to their respective directions!

brush!

The next moment, in Ye Wuque's perspective, he saw an incomparably huge, but only one-third of the... ancient and strange inscription!

And at this moment, Ye Wuque's eyes became a little cold, and he muttered to himself.

"No wonder there's only one layer of skin left..."

"I made a mistake."

"All the creatures in the eighth level of this **** were not slaughtered at all, but were sacrificed by blood!"

"There is a group of creatures, they should have been plotting for a long time. In the entire eighth level of the Taoist gods, after a long period of time, a huge and terrifying ancient altar has been laid!"

"In the end, this group of creatures activated this altar, and they... sacrificed the entire eighth level of the Taoist God!"

"All the creatures in it are reduced to their sacrifices... sacrifices!"

so!

Those corpses will only have a layer of skin left, and all the flesh and blood essence will disappear, not be swallowed.

but was sacrificed!

That special and wonderful power fluctuation that Ye Wuque sensed just now should be... the power of sacrifice!

How many creatures are there in the entire eighth level of Taoism? ?

The horrors are countless, and there is no way to count them!

But all the creatures in this endless eighth level were sacrificed!

Not one left!

The only one who escaped was the crazy man, but he was completely crazy and died in the gorgeous aurora.

No wonder he was in hell, **** before he died!

The eighth level of this **** has indeed become a **** of sacrifice.

Such a handwriting!

It was beyond Ye Wuque's imagination!

How cruel and crazy is this? ?

The entire eighth level of the blood sacrifice!

Simply unimaginable!

Cold and **** to the extreme!

These creatures... dammit!

So!

What is the purpose of these creatures?

The entire eighth level of the entire Taoist blood sacrifice must have some purpose.

Is it to unleash some horror existence?

Or something else..

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, and he looked at the center of the eighth level of Taoist God, where there was a central square.

In the central square, there was a figure sitting quietly.

Ye Wuque was expressionless and rushed over immediately.

When he came to the central square, he could clearly see that the figure sitting cross-legged seemed to be very thin, but it was an old man.

Turn your back to him!

Ye Wuque felt an extreme coldness and domineering, which came from the old man.

Before Ye Wuque could move, a dry and cold voice suddenly sounded like a hoarse old voice chewing on iron slag.

The sound was intermittent, as if it could not be made by a living person!

"I didn't think... there was another... fish that slipped through the net..."

"Be... the last... little... feed... let's..."

boom!

I saw the entire central square burst violently, and then a dry and cracked pale yellow hand came out of the sky and suddenly grabbed Ye Wuque!