Hei Xinjiu still had a trace of hope in her heart. Perhaps this five-colored Phoenix had good intentions. Perhaps it was because she was so beautiful that it wanted to give her a few good treasures.
Hei Xinjiu finally reached the first level of the altar. A trace of treachery flashed in the eyes of the five-colored Phoenix. In an instant, it and Yun Chujiu disappeared.
Everyone stared at this scene with their mouths Agape. At this moment, the fire on the altar was still burning fiercely, but where did the five-colored Phoenix and Yun Chujiu go?
Everyone did not dare to leave, and could only kneel and wait.
At this moment, Yun Chujiu was already in a spacious stone hall. It seemed that this stone hall had existed for many years.
In the middle of the Stone Hall was a stone platform. A huge skeleton was fixed on the stone platform by six ten-thousand-year-old black iron chains, and there were many five-colored feathers scattered around the stone platform.
