Legend of Ancient Immortals

The thousand-year strong wind has not subsided, and the seven main patterns of the Xuanming Altar are suddenly blazing. When the ten-foot array is condensed, half of the demon's finger bones are already surging in the prisms, the dark purple sky is cracked with spider webs, and even the rocks are smoked into coke by the black gas. No one knows this vision better than Ling Chen - the Xuanyuan Sword of the Longyuan Sword Sect has been pressed behind his back for twelve years, and his knuckles are turning white. He is never waiting for the "Millennium Secret Light", but an opportunity to stop the demon from breaking the seal, and to give an explanation to the master who died on the altar; Su Qingyao came to the blue rock, and the flowing clouds and jade were warm. Feeling hot, the Tianji Pavilion inheritance taught her how to seize the treasure, but the black air spreading under the mountain made her knuckles turn white when she was holding the jade; the wise old monk turned his rosary in his withered palm, and the Buddha's chant could suppress the wind roar, but could not stop the blood seeping from his fingers when the pressure suddenly increased - he had already seen clearly that this was not a vision, but a calamity for the common people. What's even worse is that the black mist in the bronze coffin in the clouds and mist is three times thicker, the formation flag of the Blood Moon Sect on the cliff is looming, and the dwarfs on the ancient pines are still spreading yellow powder that can overcome the black air, waiting to reap the benefits. Only when Longyuan Sword Sect, Tianji Pavilion, and Lianyin Zen Forest gathered together did they get a glimpse of the truth: this altar is not a place of secret treasures, but the last lock to seal away demons in ancient times. If we retreat today, not only the mountain, but also all races will become the nourishment for demons.