The altar is very large, and only after entering here can I realize that the space here is indeed very large because I can't see the edges.

The misty Taoist surrounding it covers and covers the view. The view within ten feet is limited, and the bright light ball ahead always exists, not far or near, but it just makes people feel as if it is out of reach.

Mu Ming stood beside two monks unconscious, with a calm look in his eyes. Wang Yuan collected a large pile of crystal stones and some divine treasures, and even carefully read an ancient book, but then shook his head, as if he was not satisfied, so he put the book back into one of the arms.

Close his eyes and felt the movements of the scribble and the giant orb inside his body. Mu Ming sighed lightly, there were more and more cracks on the surface of the scribble, and the scribble also fluctuated significantly.

Dozens of jade bottles were opened one after another, and there were various elixirs inside, at least 60% of the medicine power, surrounding the dome. This was naturally a harvest. Some of the wooden names were left, and the others were given to the dome. Above the scroll were strange stones, scattered with a faint blood light, and some treasures were all left by the monks in the Divine Realm. In addition, some ancient book totems were taken from them.

These mysterious powers floated around the undead's body, radiating from a black jade, carrying the power of curses, Mu Ming was shocked!

"The ninth wave is coming, junior brother! Should I stop!" Wang Yuan asked.

Mu Ming said: "Have you collected all the magic treasure materials for senior brother?"

Wang Yuan knew it and blurted out: "Seven divine realms and sixteen divine transformation realms, their treasures are enough for me to refine three divine treasures in the divine realm! And so many top-grade crystals and mid-grade crystals are tens of thousands. Even if my junior brother only took 20%, it is enough for me to practice to the peak of divine distraction."

Mu Minghan, in fact, he knew it in his heart, but he was all divided by the existence in his body, but he only left some herbs and several pill recipes.

"If the senior brother leaves here, will the senior brother be sure to collect so many things in a short time?"

Mu Ming did not answer Wang Yuan’s question, but continued to ask back.

Wang Yuan hesitated and finally shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't do it if I give me ten years, and I can't even lose my life!"

This is also his helplessness. He is a concubine and has a low status in the clan. He has obtained very few cultivation resources since childhood. This is because he has been working hard to break through himself to attract the attention of people in the clan. Otherwise, he can only be an unknown child.

Thinking of this, he nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Mu Ming chuckled and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, we will stop after we acquire enough spirits, otherwise we may attract the attention of some old monsters!"

But at this moment, the two suddenly felt that their breath was locked, but a tall figure appeared from the hazy distance. The two took a deep breath and couldn't help but lift their energy.

After waiting for so long, I finally saw a spirit appear on its own initiative and its aura is huge!

Wang Yuan shook his hand, and a long spear appeared in his hand. Wooden Ming pinched the seal with both hands, and a yin and yang fish appeared.

"Kill!" The two of them had already cooperated and changed their body skills directly and fought in the hazy state. For a moment, the runes flew around, and their spirits became violent.

At the moment when the two of them were fighting, a monk from the dispersal realm woke up far away from them. He only felt his mind blurred, but suddenly he touched his waist, but it was empty!

"Who is it? Taking money is like killing a parent! This hatred is irreconcilable!" After a long time, this man roared to the sky, his voice full of anger and reluctance, and despair!

After years of accumulation, hundreds of top-grade crystals have disappeared, many elixirs have disappeared, and many rare treasures have not been left to use them in normal times, but at this time there is no trace.

After anger, the man tried to recall the previous Didi, and finally his eyes were gloomy, and he faintly heard an angry roar. After a moment of silence, he finally stood up.

The two of Wood Names naturally didn't know about all this, but even if they knew it, they were within their expectations and were naturally not afraid.

Practice is to go against the sky, fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people, and most people fight with people at the beginning, so the practice is a process of practice between people and people at the beginning.

Therefore, there are so many revenge and so many cause and effect, including Zang Mou, who has formed so many cause and effect, most of them have received retribution from others. Perhaps this is the true meaning of practice.

Zhu Jiuyin also came to the altar, but he was emitting thoughts and checking everywhere, but after a moment he whispered: "I'm lost! Find them as soon as possible, this is the opportunity! The only chance!"

After closing his eyes and sensing for a moment, he walked towards a certain place. There was a wooden name in that direction. There was a strange connection between the two. Even though this place blocked many people's five senses, the faint connection could not be separated.

Feng Su appeared from a flash of door. At this time, her cultivation had already broken through to Yuanling, but she was alone, while Ye Xiaofeng and Moshen were missing.

She looked at the scenes here curiously, and finally entered the altar. Long Tian also appeared, appearing from a portal, but at this time he was covered in scars and blood on the corners of his mouth. However, he reached the peak of the Yuanling Realm and didn't know how to practice. If the level of cultivation was Mu Ming, he would definitely be shocked. The key is that his breath was extremely calm, as if he had polished it for many years.

Daotian rode a white unicorn and rushed through the void, emitting terrifying pressure. There was a group of followers behind him. After glanced at the giants, he shook his head and finally entered the altar.

Jinlin was holding a long sword, and there was a woman beside her. The woman held a broken sword in her hands and looked at Jinlin with a special emotion in her eyes.

Jinlin seemed to turn a blind eye, but for some reason his ears were always red. If Mu Ming saw it, he would definitely be suspicious. People with such a calm mind would have times of uneasiness.

"Idiot, what are you looking at? You haven't entered the altar yet!" The woman beside her was naturally Qiu Jian, and she couldn't help but remind him at this time.

Jin Lin glanced inadvertently, then whispered softly: "Follow me later!" The voice was very low. If it were not close, it would not be possible to hear it. Qiu Jian was very close, so he could hear it clearly.

However, when Qiu Jian heard this, he was full of nonchalance: "My cultivation is not as high as mine!" Having said that, he got closer to Jinlin.

Wang Yuan’s old rival, Li Yun, also appeared. He was still a scholar, but there was a trace of evil spirit between his eyebrows and his cuffs were torn. However, his cultivation level had broken through to the transformation of God, and he did not fall into Wang Yuan at all. No wonder he was a pair of rivals, and his cultivation level was also chased by one.

After seeing Zhu Jiuyin disappear, Shiyilang hesitated for a moment and entered the altar, but his aura was extremely obscure, like a silence of wind, without a trace.

The door opened wide, and 66 high and low-level monks gathered in one after another. For a moment, the altar seemed to be overcrowded, but the fact was not. Many people only realized the depth of the altar after entering it.

And the puppy in the mysterious space said to the boy: "It's almost done!"

The boy slowly opened his eyes and then slowly stood up, as if he was carrying a load of tens of millions of pounds, so he was very slow.

The boy's face was calm, but a flame burned deep in his eyes.

"How many years have passed!" The boy stood up straight and stood straight from the way he stood up. It took only two breaths, but it made the boy feel that the process was extremely slow, and then he spit out those few words.

Yes, for many years, he has been silently calculating and deducing here, and then recovering his cultivation. Until now, he has not relaxed.

After many years, he can't remember it clearly, but he really can't remember it clearly, so it seems like a feeling, but it is a question.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Everything is about to be over and reborn. But everyone understands that this process must be vigorous, just because he is Zang Mou, one of the ten evil spirits in the past!

On the peaks around the palace in the center, Zang Mou, who was transformed by his thoughts, suddenly fell silent at this time. Even if he was communicating with others or fighting for martial arts, he had a few eyes or used his magical powers to the key point. However, he was quiet at this moment, and the seal in his palm was in the light, but his eyes calmed down. Regardless of the surprise of the monks around him, they immediately shut up.

After a moment of quietness, Zang Moushun moved first and said, "Fellow Taoist, say goodbye!"

I didn't know how to say this to the monks around me, but I was still talking about Zang Mou's thoughts, but there was a sense of determination in my tone.

Another Zang Moufei left. He didn't say anything, but just clasped his fists and disappeared in an instant, and it was almost the best.

After that, the third, the fourth, the fifth, and then one thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, and one million. Zang Mou had so many thoughts, almost endless, but at this time they all appeared from the caves of various mountains and flew towards a certain place.

Someone saw this scene in the distance, first shocked, then thought of something, but they remained silent. They also felt a sense of depression coming, which was related to Zang Mou's thoughts and things about to be born, so they were inevitably depressed.

In the end, there were only a few Zang Mou on the peaks. On the mountain where Mu Ming had been before, the old man who communicated with Mu Ming was quietly watching this scene, and there was a little monk beside him.

"Senior, please don't go! Right?" The young monk no longer had his usual hippie smile. At this time, his eyes were filled with compassion, and he showed unbearableness. He put his hands together, as if he was saying goodbye.

The old man did not respond to the little monk's question, but said, "It's time to go find your friends!"

The little monk wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he nodded and turned around without looking back. He came to the foot of the mountain with all his thoughts.

However, when he walked below the mountain, he looked up because there seemed to be something familiar in the rainbow in the sky.

"The fallen leaves return to their roots, I hope Zang Mou will not forget his first thought!" With a sigh, the little monk unfolded his body and flew towards the door in the distance.

"Your Grandpa Buddha is here!" After shouting, the little monk also disappeared without a trace.

In the end, the monks on the ten peaks disappeared one after another, and the last Zang Mou flew away, leaving only one echo: "It's over! I've lived too long!"

With helplessness, reluctance, or liberation.

In the end, all the figures disappeared, like his disappeared figure, indicating an ending.
Chapter completed!