Chapter 5783: Infiltrating the Altar

Facing the fury of the old demon, Long Chen was not panicked. Facing the old man's claws, Long Chen did not even blink.

 "Buzz"

 Sure enough, the old man's claws stopped before touching Long Chen's forehead.

 "Old ghost, you actually want to cheat me?"

 Long Chen sneered in his heart. If it was someone else, because of a guilty conscience, he would definitely be scared to death by him.

 But Long Chen could sense that he had murderous intent but no killing intention. To put it bluntly, he was just trying to scare people. How could Long Chen be fooled?

 Seeing Long Chen looking at him expressionlessly, the old man flashed a look of astonishment in his eyes. He wanted to test Long Chen to see if he was plotting something.

 But even if Long Chen had no guilty conscience, he should not be so calm when facing the oppression of death.

 "Boy, tell me the truth, what's the matter with this nameplate? This is the natal nameplate, not the token nameplate. Why would Yu Mo give the nameplate to you? Why would she let you come here?" The old demon shouted sternly.

 Long Chen suddenly realized that there was a problem here. The token nameplate was equivalent to a handwritten order, and the natal nameplate was something that everyone kept close to their body and would not be easily exposed.

 Facing the old man's questioning, Long Chen still did not panic, and said lightly:

 "You have to ask Lord Yu Mo about this. She ordered me to come here, saying that you will understand what she meant after you see the nameplate."

 Long Chen directly threw the question to the old demon. The old demon was stunned, and then looked up and down at Long Chen for a long time, and suddenly a hint of enlightenment appeared in his eyes:

 "She wants to use your colorful wing blood..."

 He just said here, and immediately shut up, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and then said coldly:

 "She is clearly cheating. Why should I let you in and take care of her people?

 You are also capable, old and young, serve together, go back and tell Yu Mo that this way doesn't work here."

 Hearing this, Long Chen understood that the old man mistakenly thought that Long Chen entered the altar to secretly transfer the colorful wing blood to one of them.

 That person was Yu Mo's descendant. Everyone was in seclusion in the altar to absorb the essence of purple blood.

 Judging from the tone of the old man, Ying Wudao also has a relationship with Yu Mo's descendants, so Yu Mo uses her power to give her descendants a special treatment.

 If Ying Wudao injects his blood essence into Yu Mo's descendants at this time, with the help of the altar, it will be quickly absorbed, and may even awaken the innate magical powers of the Caiyi clan, and even worse, it may mutate.

 In fact, Long Chen didn't say anything, leaving everything to the old man to figure out. Now hearing the old man's sneer, Long Chen knows that this old man at least no longer doubts his identity.

 If he sneaks up at this time and stabs the charged dagger into his body, Long Chen threatens him at that time, and Long Chen doesn't believe that he will choose to die with him.

 In addition, he has a relationship with Yu Mo, and this old man will definitely blame Yu Mo for his hatred, and will never die with a small Tiansheng like him.

 Thinking of this, Long Chen smiled. When he smiled, the old man's face suddenly darkened. He thought Long Chen was laughing at him. Just as he was about to get angry, Long Chen said,

 "What you said was within Lady Yumo's expectations. She said that as long as you make it convenient for her, she will agree to all your conditions. Remember, everything."

 Long Chen was talking nonsense. The dagger had already quietly appeared in his sleeve, but the old man was attracted by Long Chen's words and didn't notice his actions at all.

 "Well, in that case... why are you so close to me? Get away." The old man suddenly spoke while he was thinking. However, when he saw that Long Chen was only three feet away from him, he could not help but shout.

 Originally, Long Chen had been secretly accumulating strength and was about to make a move, but the old man's words almost made Long Chen's waist slip.

 "Nimma, is this okay?"

 Long Chen never thought that the old man would agree. It seemed that the old man also had something to ask of Yu Mo, so he agreed.

 Long Chen took a step back and smiled, "Isn't it because I am used to close contact with Lord Yu Mo? It's a misunderstanding."

 The old man felt a chill and said angrily, "Shut your stinky mouth and don't be so playful with me. You only have one stick of incense. Finish your work and get out quickly."

 Suddenly, the old man remembered something and said, "Swear on your demon soul that you will not mention this to anyone."

 Swear on the demon soul? How can I do this? But this did not bother Long Chen. Long Chen said calmly:

 "Do you think this is possible? Don't mention it to anyone? What about Lord Yu Mo? And, with Lord Yu Mo's natal nameplate here, what kind of bullshit oath do we need to make?"

 The old man seemed to think it made sense. He pondered for a moment and pressed his big hand on the stone door. The runes on the stone door flowed and formed a vortex.

 "Hurry up and go in. Remember, you only have one stick of incense."

 Without waiting for Long Chen to walk over, the old man grabbed Long Chen's shoulders and threw him into the vortex.

 "Huh"

 The space in front of Long Chen was distorted, and he appeared on an altar. This altar was the altar that Long Chen saw last time when he used his spiritual sense to go upstream.

 However, unlike last time, there were only dozens of bags like gallbladders on the altar, but now there are thousands of them. Originally,

 there was a largest one in the middle, but now it seems that the dozens in the middle are all about the same size.

 The other bags were slightly smaller, and they should have been added later. The demons saw that the Purple Blood Clan had so many people and sufficient Purple Blood Power, so they added some powerful demons.

 The largest batch on the altar was also the earliest batch, and should be the strongest among the demons.

 After entering the altar, Long Chen found that the old man's consciousness had been locked on him, and he couldn't help but secretly complain. With so many bags, how could he tell which one was the descendant of Yu Mo?

 "The seventh one to the right in the middle, hurry up."

 Fortunately, the old man spoke at this time, because all the prodigies were wrapped in bags, and because he had a list of positions in his hand, only he could find whose position, and it was normal that Long Chen couldn't find it. If Long Chen found it right away, he would be suspicious.

 Under the guidance of the old man, Long Chen quickly found the bag, and then pretended to press one hand on it, while stimulating the aura of Ying Wudao's nameplate. At least on the outside, it seemed to be quite true.

 At this moment, Long Chen discovered that the old man's consciousness had disappeared. It was obvious that he only wanted to send Long Chen in, and he didn't care about anything else. As for Long Chen's success or failure, it had nothing to do with him.

 "Wow, such a rich blood energy!"

 Just as Long Chen wanted to take a good look at the structure of the altar, he heard the surprised and greedy voice of Longgu Xieyue.