Zhu Jiuyin's momentum became sharp, and he formed seals with his hands and muttered words.

In an instant, scales appeared on his body. This was his physical change, which could enhance his defense. Moreover, his face was covered with scales, and his whole body was like this, as if he was wearing a set of armor.

"Ants, you protect them, I'll get them. This is Zang Mou's treasure. Every spiritual technique can suppress the clan and not decline."

After saying that, Zhu Jiuyin rose into the sky, and a rich black mist appeared behind him, as if a demon god appeared.

Seeing this, the two old men of the Wood Clan also instructed: "Luo'er, the opportunity here is no longer something you can fight for. All you do is to watch the battle between the strong and increase your knowledge." After that, he took the branch from Mu Luo's hand and fought with Zhu Jiuyin. The same is true for another old man of the Wood Clan.

The Xuanhuang ants radiated a faint light curtain, and there were more spikes in their hands. This was transformed by his horns. The weapons used by most monsters are part of themselves, such as Zang Mou's two swords of heavenly will, which are his two long horns.

Xuan Huang Ant stayed in one place with a few people. It was a bit remote here, but the view was still fine.

Not far away, hundreds of sarcophagus were displayed on an altar, which was extremely neat, but some places were a little empty because the sarcophagus there were opened and the things inside had long been taken away.

Some people tried to open these sarcophagus. Some people cast a ban, some people scattered blood, some people used divine treasures to destroy them, and some even diluted their own laws to refine those sarcophagus.

The altar was very large, so the sarcophagus were very wide. At this time, Mu Ming saw a figure, who was the evil god of evil thoughts. He was standing on the sarcophagus in the center at this time. The sarcophagus was red all over, as if it was stained with blood.

And around him were several figures leaning over, but they all seemed a little afraid.

Almost all sarcophagus have been targeted, but so far, only a dozen coffins have been opened.

Several people were moved intentionally when they watched this scene, but they found that they could not do anything at all, because the ones who participated in the war were undoubtedly the ones who transformed the gods and dispersed the gods, and even the evil spirits were among them.

Zhu Jiuyin and others disappeared at this time. They disappeared here. Their battlefield was constantly changing, and Mu Ming and others could not sense it.

"Why don't we go and try it?" The little monk looked at some of the sarcophagus at the edge with expectation. There were many people gathered there, and his cultivation was quite good, but compared to the existence of evil thoughts and evil spirits, it was much worse.

"You decided not to look at me. At worst, I will take you away when I am hunted down!" That being said, it was full of temptation.

"Mu Ming, you said!" Finally, the little monk said.

Mu Ming nodded and said, "Try to avoid those masters."

Mu Luo also agreed. At this time, no one around him protected him. Although his cultivation is not bad, it is not enough to see him.

"It's okay, there are some Wood Clan children, and everyone can still unite at critical moments." He pointed at some figures, all of whom were Wood Clan children, and their cultivation levels were different.

However, at this time, the few people were a little suspicious because two Wooden clans were snatching a ray of light and fighting.

Mu Luo seemed to know the thoughts of several people, and couldn't help but cough. Here, even the children of the clan began to compete, without exception.

Several people approached a sarcophagus, and many people gathered here. Therefore, the arrival of several people did not attract attention. However, some people were surprised when they saw several spirit transformation realms following, but they often thought they were the juniors of the monster.

"This coffin is amazing. As soon as I came, I saw the rays of light here, and countless totems appeared on the coffin..." The person who spoke was a monk of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very handsome, but his voice was loud at this time, as if he was showing off something.

"Dao Qingchen, don't talk nonsense. I have never been like this before you. What does it mean to talk nonsense like this?" The person who spoke was a sturdy boy, who seemed to know the boy named Dao Qingchen.

Dao Qingchen's eyes turned and said, "Who are you? You have a mortal mortal, and you naturally cannot see the scene inside. There is a supreme scripture in this coffin. Let's open it together. Please believe me, I really see the scene inside."

Mu Ming and others leaned over at this time and happened to hear the man's words. He said with a serious look on his face, as if he was not a lie.

But at this moment another person said, "Dao Qingchen, I don't know my elder brother is fine. Do you still remember that you said three years ago that the Dongyang tribe obtained a mysterious bone. The supreme secret technique recorded in the bone seemed to be a divine technique. He also threw jade slips everywhere, causing the Dongyang tribe to be in a panic for a moment and almost suffered a disaster."

Dao Qingchen raised his eyelids, looked at a young monk for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "It's you, you chased me for three days and three nights that day, right? I said it, I remembered it that day. It was the Qiuyang tribe who obtained bone blocks. Who knew that the names of the four celestial tribes of your celestial phenomena were similar, autumn and winter, and spring and summer."

Everyone was speechless, but they retorted, only the young man looked red and seemed very angry.

Dao Qingchen's face did not change his expression and continued to talk: "I did see the Qiuyang tribe obtaining that bone that day. It was indeed the supreme scripture. As for the passage of God, it was said by you, and it had nothing to do with me."

Everyone could hear the truth at this moment, as if this light dust was very unusual. When the young man heard this, he gritted his teeth and finally said, "We are just guessing, you insist on saying yes, but we know that we were almost exterminated."

Dao Qingchen said, "No evidence, who made you guess randomly? Besides, my father apologized to you for ten years. What else do you want to do?"

The man wanted to speak but stopped. Although his cultivation was very high and he was at the level of God Transformation, he did nothing. Finally, he snorted coldly and stopped talking. He only had a pair of tiger eyes staring at Dao Qingchen, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces. Of course, if his eyes could kill people.

"Everyone, this sarcophagus may be a supreme scripture. I just checked it with my divine eyes. Now that the black wind blows through it, it must be a wind-attributed martial arts and spiritual techniques. Everyone, let's sacrifice together. At worst, let's watch together, I promise!"

After saying that, he looked around, but no one responded, but Dao Qingchen didn't seem to feel anything.

Then Dao Qingchen continued to talk about the other scenes he saw, saying that the black dragon appeared inside, spitting out black wind, and black snow fell, and various strange phenomena appeared.

At this time, the little monk also came back and said, "I'll find out clearly that these coffins were watered with blood before, and they would be opened with enough quantity. However, no one was willing to worship and consume their blood. In the end, they might be able to get water from the bamboo basket.

And that Qingchen, hehe, seemed to be a barbarian boy, but his father was a bit powerful, so he could survive even if he cheated. Moreover, this person is the best person to spread rumors. When he was young, he said that his father was a reincarnated by the Western Desert monk and joined the barbarians. He wanted to rule the barbarians. He said it was very concise, which made many people block the doorstep. His father was so angry that he was almost besieged.

In addition, he often does weird things, especially likes to peek at tribal women taking a bath. Almost all young and old were taken advantage of. At that time, he was still three or four years old, which was really strange. Moreover, he often broke into the homes of some old and weak, and robbed them. His father apologized everywhere. In several tribe elections, he almost lost his position as the leader because of the good things his son did."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at the handsome boy. The young man who looked fifteen or sixteen years old was talking about the scene beside the sarcophagus, with a heartfelt look when he saw the scene, his eyes were very sincere, and there was what the little monk said. Several people even began to doubt and said, "Are you sure?"

The little monk nodded and said softly: "I have seen a top-notch one. I am three years old. I'm really shameless when I peek at someone taking a bath!" The little monk smiled, then showed a look of fascination, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

Mu Ming couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a photo of him bald head and said, "Don't think too much about monks, be able to practice Buddhism with great success!"

The little monk touched his head and smiled, saying, "I will definitely go back to the world in the future. I will become a monk when I get old!"

The few people smiled, but they looked at Qingchen, as if they wanted to see something.

"Do you think it's trustworthy?" Shi Lan asked. He looked at this man with a little suspicious look. Can you really see such an unreliable person and such a foolish style?

Mu Luo looked for a moment and said, "He has cultivated the heavenly eye!"

Several people looked over and said, "Let's see if there is occasionally dizziness in his eyes."

The few people couldn't help but look at it, and there seemed to be a kind of magic in the eyes of Qingchen, which made the people's thoughts a little disintegrate.

"It's true!" Mu Ming nodded, but he was puzzled. The sky eye is a kind of extreme manifestation of the potential of the body. Many diluted operation cultivation can enhance oysters in their eyes, but they cannot see through the physical barriers.

The sky eye is different. This is when the meditation in the inner world reaches a certain level, the eyes will become magical.

Mu Ming often meditates, but he never thought that he could open his eyes because it required opportunities.

Unexpectedly, someone would have cultivated the Heavenly Eye at this time.

Mu Luo said again: "I think others can see it too, please look!" Mu Luo turned his head and the few people immediately decided to tell the two monks that they had been observing this Qingchen and nodded thoughtfully.

"You can see how Dao Qingchen's cultivation is?" Mu Luo continued.

The few people couldn't help but exclaimed, but they saw that when they checked the cultivation level of Qingchen, they could not sense anything. If they didn't sense it, they would only sense some divine power fluctuations, but they could not judge their cultivation level.

"No wonder those two people have been observing, and they are not sure." Shi Lan said in a surprise tone. This Qingchen was indeed a strange person.

"Is it because the divine treasure avoided it? It shouldn't be." Xuan Huang An shook his head, and couldn't see anything.

Mu Luo smiled and said, "It should be from his meditation method. This person's mind and spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful, which separates all their divine power fluctuations, not intentionally. Moreover, his heavenly eyes have fields, which distort our mind and spiritual consciousness."

The wooden name was surprised to hear that he had the field, but it was scattered in the body, not completed separately in a certain part, and could only be accomplished by the collection of various parts of the body, but this person could be different from others.

Mu Luo said again: "What do you think this person is old?"

Mu Ming said: "As aged fifteen or sixteen, you will not be over seventeen. You cannot see the fluctuations in your cultivation, and the magnetic field of your life is difficult to distinguish. However, it seems that there is a rippling power of artistic conception, and it should be a cultivation level above the God Transformation."

Mu Luo was a little surprised and said, "My junior brother is as wise as a torch. If I hadn't been the bloodline of the Wood Clan, I would have thought that this person was ordinary, but this person's cultivation should be distracted, and that kind of fluctuation made me feel depressed!"

"How is it possible? I'll be distracted by the time I was fifteen or sixteen!" Shi Lan said loudly.

Fortunately, everyone was on the periphery, and their communication was covered by the loud voice of the dust, which did not attract anyone's attention.

However, Mu Luo did not deny it, just nodded, and said, "It should be no mistake. Moreover, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old distraction is not without my elder brother. This is how my elder brother's cultivation has already taken a deeper step!" As he said that, a little curved up the corner of his mouth, but he did not even see it himself. Perhaps he would subconsciously protect his elder brother when there were comparisons from outsiders.

Everyone was silent for a moment, feeling the shock of the other party. They finally understood why the man who had just spoken and questioned Qingchen was afraid. His cultivation level was no longer the same level, but he didn't say it.

"What do we do?" Shi Lan asked.

Mu Luo smiled but didn't answer, but just said to Mu Ming: "What do you think junior brother?"

Mu Ming pondered for a moment and said, "Let's see how this person should do it? Xuanhuang, are you sure?"

When Xuan Huangyi heard the name of Mu Ming, his waist was straightened immediately and said, "You can't sense the danger, please make sure to knock it down!"

Mu Ming said: "This is the best! When you take action later, we will hold the team!"

Mu Luo laughed when he heard this, and then everyone laughed. Although their cultivation level was not worth mentioning, they began to make up this idea at this time. I don’t know if it was ignorant and fearless, but Mu Luo felt a sense of comfort and excitement.

"That group of people, why are you laughing at?...yes, it's you, um, there's a monster. Just right, are you willing to let go of some blood? This scripture is yours if you let go of blood."
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