Although Lekou Island has a strange terrain, it also has lush forests and a mountain, and is an island extending from the continental shelf.

Although the Lekou Island clan was not native natives, since the collapse of Buzhou Mountain and the fall of the central fairyland, they have lived on this island for more than 100,000 years.

But now, it has been beyond recognition.

Even the only mountain on the island was hollowed out, cutting the huge rocks of the mountain to build the tall altar in front of you, as big as a pyramid.

At the bottom of the altar, seven or eight huge rocks had been destroyed, and even the foundation began to shake. This is why Dongfang Weiming desperately used the strange magical power of the collapsed singularity to prevent Qianling from continuing to destroy the altar.

This altar is obviously an extremely important existence for the mysterious existence parasitized in Dongfang Weiming's body.

Lin Xuan and Qian Ling were standing outside the entrance of the altar at this time. The dark entrance, the crumbling huge altar, seemed to be the gate to another world.

"Um?

These Lekou Island clans have their power sealed, so why are they still walking towards the altar?"

The two were about to step into the altar, but they heard a sequel of sound. When they looked closely, they found that the Lekou Island clans, which were sealed by thousands of spirits, were gathering.

But unlike before, the mental state of these Lekou Island clans at this time has obviously changed greatly.

Although the people of the Lekou Island clan had a fierce look in their eyes and were filled with a sharp and cold atmosphere, they still retained the light of intelligence, making it possible to see that they were a group of intelligent creatures.

But now, the Lekou Island clans standing in front of Lin Xuan and Qianling seem to be walking corpses.

There was no light in their eyes, and they kept repeating a difficult and mysterious interrupted character in their mouths, and gradually moved towards the altar like a walking corpse.

Some of the Lekou Island clan members have even lost the ability to walk on both feet, and are like wild animals, squirming on the ground in an extremely strange and distorted posture.

On the coast, there are also Lekou Island clans who were previously swept away by the tsunami waves and swam back.

You know, they were not sealed by the Thousand Spirits, but now, these Lekou Island clans who have traveled back have become walking corpses like other tribes on the island! It seems that there is a will in the dark, guiding these Lekou Island clans who have long lost their minds to the final end.

"These people... I can't feel the breath of being a living person in them!"

Qianling's pupils shrank slightly, and the strangeness on the Lekou Island clan made her feel a sense of fear of the unknown from the bottom of her heart.

What exactly happened to these Lekou Island clans?

"Their reason has probably been destroyed long ago. Now they are just a group of bugs that rely on some kind of guidance!"

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, although he had no sympathy for the experience of the Lekou Island clan.

After all, all this was caused by the chaos of this group of clans with great sacrifices in their blood. No one knew what kind of gods they sacrificed to and what price they used to exchange for such strange and distorted power.

But Lin Xuan hated the trick of destroying the rationality of these Lekou Island clans, making them walkers and flesh-and-blooded puppets.

"They...this..." However, what happened next made Lin Xuan and Qianlingjia feel a chill from their bones.

These Lekou Island clans, walking corpses slowly moved around the altar. At first, they were just kneeling down and still chanting the strange character.

But soon, the breath of blood began to spread. After kneeling for a while, the Lekou Island clans actually cut open their chests and took off the freshly beating heart.

But strangely, the Lekou Island clans who had taken off their hearts did not die immediately.

Although their faces were full of pain and their bodies were trembling and twisted, their eyes burst into a divine nature that gave them liberation.

Hundreds of people knelt down and chanted, and took out their hearts. This scene was like hell, not to mention the little girl Qianling, even Lin Xuan was shocked.

All the Lekou Island clan members knelt on the ground, their heads lowered and touched the ground, but their hands held up their beating hearts and raised them high.

“Great Sacrifice!”

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan and Qianling immediately understood that the group of Lekou Island clans were conducting the final ritual! With their own lives, their living hearts, and the tumultuous blood river, they completed a final sacrifice! These living hearts rose into the air, and then turned into blood lights and flew into the altar.

Buzz! A strange movement came from the depths of the altar. Lin Xuan and Qianling looked at each other at the same time, and there was no need to communicate. The two of them understood.

The last sacrifice completed by these Lekou Island clans brought extremely powerful power to Dongfang Weiming. At this moment, Dongfang Weiming was like a butterfly wrapped in a cocoon.

If he is allowed to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, I am afraid Lin Xuan may not be his opponent! Relying on an altar that has not yet been completed and the lives of dozens of living people, Dongfang Weiming can have the power comparable to Lin Xuan, and even severely injured Lin Xuan.

But now, it is not as simple as the lives of dozens of living beings. The power of sacrifice that Dongfang has not obtained comes from hundreds of devout believers.

Through the great sacrifice technique, the Lekou Island clan sacrificed everything to their faith, that is, the mysterious existence parasitized in Dongfang Weiming's body! An altar that is about to be completed, the sacrifices of hundreds of devout believers... Lin Xuan smashed the gate deep in the altar with a punch, and two figures had entered the altar.

… “Hmph, humph…” Jia Wu lay on the sea, gasping for breath. His body, at a speed visible to the naked eye, all his muscles and skin burst open.

The huge waves and tsunami, carrying the powerful force leaked when Lin Xuan and Dongfang Weiming fought, made everyone suffer.

The first line of defense is 300 people. At this time, they can still stand in the air with magic power, and they can count it with one hand.

Even Dongfang Yu was not standing in the air at this time - his wounds cracked again, and his injuries were even worse, and his condition was not much better than Jiawu.

"It's finally over..." Dai Fei gasped.

After retrieving the original intention, the power has changed, and with the reliance of the Supreme Sword of Water Spirit, you can barely stand in mid-air at this time.

"Just come now, a small wave can knock me to the ground."

Because of his own strength, the fat man was not weak, although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, he could still squeeze out a little spiritual power so that he would not let himself fall.

The other monks also fell to the sea in a mess, and their remaining spiritual power barely prevented them from sinking to the bottom of the sea.

But not everyone can survive this catastrophe. Although there is no counting the number of people, Dongfang Yu looked around and felt a slump in his heart.

The first line of defense built by 300 young talents, and what they saw, was only less than 200 people left.

Most of the remaining monks were involved in the tsunami waves, and their lives and deaths were uncertain! Even so, everyone understood how dangerous the tsunami waves were, and the great power contained in them was enough to tear everything apart.

Once involved, the possibility of survival is slim... These young monks who stood up to protect Shuiyue Port did not even have one name left behind.

Dongfang Yu felt as if he was pulled hard by a hand.

The situation in the second and third defense lines behind were not optimistic, although all the waves were more or less weakened by the first defense lines.

But the power of the tsunami cannot be underestimated.

The second and third defense lines were washed away, and dozens of people had been injured and killed. The young body drifted to the beach of Shuiyue Port with the waves, and sobbing moans came everywhere in Shuiyue Port.

Such tragic, almost the peace that was exchanged for human life made every citizen of Shuiyuegang full of respect for these monks of all races who were fighting against the tsunami.

"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."
Chapter completed!