Guo Twelve's face was slightly red.
He was not very interested in this.
Because of the handsome old man, he didn't pay much attention to many things.
According to his idea, since the sacrificial spirit belongs to him and can never be separated from him, then what he knows is what he knows.
If he doesn't understand, he can just ask, and he is too lazy to think more about it.
He said lazily: "Isn't it because of you?"
The handsome old man jumped up in anger and said, "What's mine is mine."
Guo Twelve added casually: "What's yours is also mine."
The handsome old man was immediately speechless.
Thinking that this was indeed the case, he said helplessly: "Oh, I am doing this for your own good.
After all, only the knowledge engraved in your soul can truly belong to you."
Guo Twelve smiled and said: "I know, I just can't remember some small details.
I work very hard."
The handsome old man was full of clues.
He also knew that Guo Twelve was very diligent, but he often asked some incomprehensible questions, and they were the most basic questions that most professionals would understand, which drove him crazy.
Guo Twelve said: "The rain has become less intense."
The violent rain gradually subsided, and Guo Twelve was able to see the scenery in the distance clearly.
There was a mist in front of us, the sound of rain was no longer so loud, the roars of wild beasts, and the hoofbeats of large groups of herbivores were mixed together.
From time to time, one or two roars of wild beasts could be heard, and hundreds of bison were standing in front of the hillside.
Speeding by.
Guo Twelve sighed inwardly.
The bison here can grow up to seven or eight meters long, and they look extremely strong.
Behind the large herd of bison, there was a mutated rune lion lurking.
Its body was more than thirty meters long.
It was a level six mutant rune lion.
It seemed to be focusing on a certain bison, and suddenly started to charge towards an old bison that was lagging behind.
Guo Twelve watched with interest.
This low-level mutated rune lion no longer aroused his interest in hunting.
One pounce covered 100 meters.
The ability of the mutated rune lion was unparalleled.
It overturned a bison with one claw and bit down on the bison's neck.
It let out a grunt of satisfaction.
A hole was torn open in its soft belly, and the mutated rune lion began to eat blood.
Guo Twelve found that the mutated lion's eating was somewhat similar to that of the lion in the previous life, but it was more different.
It ate extremely fast.
In just a moment, it ate all the internal organs in the belly of the bison, and then started to bite the bison.
Fresh meat on the body.
Blood splashed, attracting more and more vultures to circle in the air.
The vultures here are huge, with wings spread over ten meters.
They are waiting, hoping that the mutant lion can leave some leftovers.
The handsome old man glanced at it and said disdainfully: "What's so good about this?"
Guo Twelve said calmly: "Let's see what's good.
I don't plan to become the food of the mutant lion like the bison."
The handsome old man felt that Guo Twelve was confused and said, "Okay, I have to go and get busy.
Just keep watching."
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As soon as his head retracted back to the altar, it popped up again and said, "I feel someone is fighting."
Waves of the soul.”
Guo Twelve has also noticed it.
He nodded and said: "Yes, I feel it too."
The mutated rune lion buried its head in eating, suddenly raised its head and looked into the distance.
It also feels uneasy.
Rain mixed with blood flowed from the corners of its mouth.
It stood up and let out a roar of demonstration.
The handsome old man said: "There are many people, but not many masters.
There are at most four.
There are five altar masters."
Guo Twelve was shocked and said: "That's five."
The handsome old man said in a deep voice: "Yeah, but they all seem to be professionals at the Void Altar, so you don't have to worry about it."
Guo Twelve said: "Damn, the five virtual altar professionals, uh, don't worry about it, haha."
He also understood that the five altar-level masters could not all be enemies, and there must be one of them. people.
He scratched his head and said, "It scared me, haha."
The handsome old man said with a smile: "The moon blade has just been sacrificed, don't you want to try it?"
He kept encouraging Guo Twelve to fight more to increase his combat power.
Guo Twelve is reluctant to kill, but he also knows that in this world, one cannot protect oneself without strong force.
Guo Twelve knew that the battle could not be avoided, so he said: "Okay, I'll go."
The handsome old man smiled happily and said: "Hey, this is a good boy."
It was a rare compliment.
Guo Twelve couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy."
“What’s really not easy” Guo Twelve said: "It's really not easy for you to praise me."
The handsome old man laughed loudly, and he said proudly: "The old man never praises people easily.
Boy, please work harder and let the old man praise you more."
Guo Twelve patted the top of the altar and said, "Go and have a look."
He was still in the mood to watch the excitement.
According to his idea, he doesn't necessarily have to take action, it just needs to scare the other party.
The altar rose into the sky and flew into the distance.
A few minutes later, Guo Twelve saw the talisman flashing, heard bursts of roaring, and then saw a group of people flying in his direction in embarrassment.
Guo Twelve drove the altar down and shouted: "Stop, who is beating you?"
He had already recognized this group of people as disciples of the Gunan family.
There were about three teams, about twenty people, all in a state of disarray, and many people were injured and dragged flying.
When this group of people saw Guo Twelve falling, they were frightened to death.
One of the disciples shouted: "Come and stop him with a few people, others run away!"
Guo Twelve knew there was a misunderstanding, so he didn't say much and raised his hand to hold up his identity plate.
The Great Saint Master who was preparing to fight almost fell.
He was so surprised that his voice changed: "The clan elder is the clan elder of our family and we have been saved."
Several of the people who were injured and barely able to hold on, when they heard that they had been rescued, they let out a sigh of relief and fell straight down.
As soon as Guo Twelve patted the altar, he immediately stretched out a dozen tentacles and caught them in mid-air.
If they were not rescued, these people would have lost at least half their lives if they fell, and those who were seriously injured would probably be dead.
Guo Twelve controlled the tentacles to roll up several injured disciples to the altar, and said: "Everyone come up."
All the disciples flew to the altar and collapsed on the top of the altar without any image.
Before Guo Twelve could speak, a great sage master pointed not far away and said: "They are coming after them."
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Dozens of professionals flew over at extremely fast speeds, but when they saw Guo Twelve's altar, they immediately began to slow down.
Guo Twelve's altar came forward.
Someone was so frightened that he shouted: "It's an altar master, run away!"
Guo Twelve couldn't help but laugh.
It felt really good to bully others.
He shouted, and the altar crashed into the crowd.
The speed of the altar was faster than the flight of professionals.
The group of professionals flew in all directions, but they did not expect that Guo Twelve did not launch an attack, but instead extended countless tentacles from the altar.
In an instant, the tentacles entangled themselves, and every professional who was entangled felt their souls shaken, as if their souls were about to be drained out.
Professionals rely on soul power.
Once the soul power is weakened, 90% of one's abilities will be reduced.
Most professionals fell into coma the moment they were entangled by the tentacles.
No one slipped through the net, they were all captured.
This is the strength of the altar master.
Of course, if Guo Twelve used the moon blade to chop, most of them would probably run away, but if he used his tentacles to catch it, the ancient peccary was not only powerful with its tentacles, its most powerful skill was to devour the soul.
This was still under the control of Guo Twelve, and the tentacles were not allowed to devour them, otherwise none of these people would survive.
The captives were thrown onto the top of the altar and were immediately tied up by the disciples of the Gunan family.
Guo Twelve cast a spell, making the altar huge again.
At this time, bursts of explosions were heard in the distance.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the rain became very light, only a drizzle, and the view became better.
Guo Twelve asked: "Who else is fighting?"
The disciple of the Gunan family said: "It's the two great elders of our family.
They blocked most of the pursuing elders.
Please."
Guo Twelve is an elder of the Keqing clan.
If he is unwilling to take action, no one will dare to force him. .
Guo Twelve asked: "What is your name?"
The man said: "Gu Nan family, senior great saint master, Nanzhou."
Guo Twelve nodded, casually slapped the top of the altar, and shouted: "Let's go over and have a look."
Nanzhou was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Thank you, clan elder, thank you clan elder."
Guo Twelve's altar turned into a rainbow, flying forward and falling directly.
In an instant, he saw the five people fighting, moving back and forth, the talismans flashing, thunder shaking the sky, and the fight was in full swing.
A group of disciples of the Gunan family were fixed on the altar of Guo Twelve, as well as a group of tied captives, so the altar of Guo Twelve swelled greatly, and the top platform was also very lively.
"Wow, it was the sword struck by Elder Nan Zhichun.
It was so powerful."
"The Great Elder Nanming is also very powerful.
Look, look at him fighting two opponents alone."
"If our clan is old enough, we will definitely win."
The handsome old man suddenly appeared and said, "Why are there so many people?
You caught these guys."
He was busy doing things just now and didn't pay attention to what was going on outside.
"Wow" The group of professionals looked at the handsome old man in surprise, which made him feel very unhappy: "What are you looking at?
Have you never seen such a handsome old man?"
Everyone was speechless.
The handsome old man looked at the five virtual altar masters fighting not far away and asked: "Who are they?"
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"They are the eldest elders of our family, Mr.
Nan Ming, and Mr.
Nan Zhichun.
I don't know the three people opposite."
The handsome old man curled his lips.
He looked down on the strength of these five people and said: "It's really ugly to fight.
Only Nan Ming is a little stronger.
Well, they won't be able to resist it.
These idiots, keep fighting and let go no matter what."
You're slow and tired, boy.
It's all your fault that you came out too early and couldn't even see the excitement.
The old man left."
He shrunk his head and returned to the altar.
Guo Twelve could only smile bitterly.
This old man always spoke so unscrupulously.
The group of family disciples didn't dare to talk nonsense, after all, this was the altar of the clan leader.
Who knows who the handsome old man is, but he sounds very arrogant, and seeing that Guo Twelve didn't say a word and didn't stop him from talking, he knew that this old man had a high status.
With the appearance of Guo Twelve, the fight between the five people obviously weakened.
Guo Twelve stopped staying and rushed over to the altar.
The three masters of the virtual altar of the Gujin family were inexplicably horrified.
The other party actually came with a master of a two-layer real altar.
Together with the other two masters of the virtual altar, it was enough to severely injure them.
One of them shouted: "Let's go" Another master suddenly saw the captives on the top of Guo Twelve's altar and was shocked: "They captured the scarab beetle":