If someone was on the official road at this time, he might be able to see a figure flashing through the official road, leaving a string of footprints several meters away on the ground.

This figure was naturally Tang Sanzang who had just emerged from under Qianliu City. He took the torch away. Fortunately, the bright moon in the sky was in the sky, and even if it hit the stone, the stone would collapse, so he crashed into Wanshou Mountain in an extremely fierce posture.

Returning to the big pit in Wuzhuang Temple again, Tang Sanzang carefully identified the direction, corresponding to the position of the colorless altar I remembered just now, but he did not find any five-color altar at that location.

He was mentally prepared for this. After all, they had been here before and did not find any five-color altar.

Tang Sanzang took out the torch again and walked to the big pit. The big pit in the dark was even more terrifying. It seemed that even the moonlight could not penetrate this depth. The pit was dark and could not see anything.

Tang Sanzang held a torch in one hand and a stick as thick as a wrist that had just been folded on the road in the other hand. He let out a light breath and jumped down directly.

The wind was blowing in his ears. Tang Sanzang held the torch firmly in one hand and stared at the wall. When a large hole about ten feet high appeared in sight, the stick in his right hand was inserted halfway into the stone wall, and his body shook into the cave.

The four walls of the cave are very hard. Although they are mixed with stone and soil, they look like they are crushed by great force, and are harder than stones.

Tang Sanzang felt a little uneasy. This situation also happened when he was in Huangfengling, but this time it became even stronger. Although this feeling was a little mysterious, he was indeed a little nervous.

No matter how powerful Sun Wukong and Zhu Tianpeng were back then, their strength is not as good as before. Compared with the meaning of Mei Jiesi dialect, there are probably some extraordinary things.

He walked in quickly with a torch, and the cave stretched in a crooked manner. If there was no five-color altar here, there would probably be no second five-color altar in the world that could be teleported there.

Three thousand years have passed and time has changed. If the altar has not been destroyed by later generations, the most likely thing is that it is underground and the location should not have changed much.

Tang Sanzang did not run forward according to the passage, but bumped forward in a straight way. Whether it was the hard stone or the solid soil, he directly broke through.

That location is not far from the ginseng fruit tree pit, so when Tang Sanzang penetrated three passages, he finally crashed into a confined space of more than ten feet in a radius and more than ten feet high.

Tang Sanzang casually took off the soil and gravel on the cassock, took out a torch and lit it again, illuminating the surrounding space.

A five-color altar, one meter in radius, suddenly appeared in the center, without even a trace of dust. The crystal jade reflected the five-color light under the fire.

Tang Sanzang looked around and confirmed that there should be no restrictions or formations here. He slowly walked towards the five-colored altar. The golden phoenix stone was already held by him, but he didn't know if the formation could still be activated.

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At the same time, in the big city that is still shrouded in darkness.

The battle continued, but it was no longer the corner of the street before. A huge stone tablet in the distance was already vaguely visible.

It seemed that endless skeleton soldiers were still crawling up from the ground, and thick black fog was circling and wandering in the air, like a poisonous snake ready to go, rushing up to take a bite at any time.

Sun Wukong waved a one-meter-long golden cudgel. As soon as he rubbed and touched, the skeleton soldiers immediately turned into pieces.

However, at this time, Sun Wukong's breath was already a little rapid. The golden cudgel waving in his hand was still strong, but it was obviously much slower than before.

Two skeleton generals rode a skeleton horse and rushed towards Sun Wukong at the same time. Sun Wukong lifted his stick and smashed it down, but was blocked by a long spear. Another skeleton general roared and stabbed Sun Wukong in the heart with a gun.

"Stay!" At this moment, Sha Wanjing pinched her hands and pointed to the big black gun that stabbed Sun Wukong. A small blue shield immediately appeared before the spear tip. The momentum of the spear suddenly decreased and stopped temporarily.

Sun Wukong took the opportunity to retract the golden cudgel and swept across the head of the skeleton general who rushed in front of him, directly smashing him into a headless knight.

"Sister Third Senior!" Ao Xiaobai, who was holding the flying dragon staff in both hands, looked at a ghost flying behind Sha Wanjing, and couldn't help but exclaim, a black one-horned dragon rolled among the skeleton soldiers not far away, and the dragon's tail fell down as soon as it swung.

Sha Wanjing, whose face was full of fatigue, turned her head in a daze and looked at her in a daze. The ghost spirit with a pair of black flesh wings was less than half a foot away from her. Her rotten ugly face and turbid eyes stared at her. The saliva dripped on the ground immediately corroded a small pit. Both hands, which were half a foot long, had sharp claws on their hands, and they grabbed Sha Wanjing's face directly.

Sha Wanjing, who had just cast a spell, had no time to react, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

"Get out of here!" At this moment, a curse came, and a rake with blue and silver light hit the birdman ghost spirit hard. The sharp nail penetrated his body and hit the ground with a bang. The strong flames instantly wrapped the ghost spirit.

The ghost spirit struggled and roared violently. The fire on the Nine-Tooth Rake retracted and the cold air burst out, directly frozen the struggled ghost spirit into ice.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly swept behind Zhu Tianpeng's back. His sharp claws tore off his clothes, and directly hooked a deep bone-visible hole on her back, and blood surged out.

Zhu Tianpeng staggered forward, but did not fall down. He raised his fingers and a very small six-pointed star formation appeared on the ground where she was standing. The silver light just enveloped the sneak attacking ghost spirit. The silver light seemed to tie the ghost spirit up, like silver threads.

However, the binding ability of these silver wires is obviously limited. Under the struggle of the ghost spirit, it has begun to break inch by inch and will be broken soon.

But it was too late. The nine-toothed rake landed on his head and nailed him directly into the ground. The flames and frost instantly submerged him. When the nine-foot rake was lifted up again, it turned into ice chips.

"Xiaobai, let Dahei come back!" Sun Wukong, who smashed the last skeleton general, fell to Ao Xiaobai's side, and the golden cudgel in his hand hit the ground, directly smashing a skeleton soldier who had just climbed up from the ground.

"Yeah!" Ao Xiaobai responded, and a golden light flashed on the flying dragon staff in his hand. The black giant dragon rolling among the skeleton soldiers let out a dragon roar and flew back to everyone. The huge bodies were wrapped together, surrounding everyone in the middle, as if a wall was erected.

At this moment, a shrill roar came from a distance, and the skeleton soldiers and ghost fog that rushed towards everyone began to retreat. However, this time the retreat did not retreat far away, but pulled the encirclement hundreds of feet away, and still surrounded everyone.
Chapter completed!