When Zhang Ping saw this altar-like thing, his first reaction was that this thing was not simple.

In fact, anyone can see that this altar-like thing is not simple. Because simple things are in the cracks, the strong suction is sucked into the cracks.

Yet the altar-like thing went and stayed there quietly, not even overturning. It can be seen that this thing is not ordinary.

So, Zhang Ping once again used his divine sense to probe into the small world to inquire about the Chaos Behemoth.

"Little ravioli, don't pretend to be asleep. Where did you pull that grass before?" asked Zhang Ping, thoughtfully.

When the Chaos Behemoth heard Zhang Ping's anxious inquiry, it no longer pretended to be asleep.

"That grass? I picked it in a pot. In a small, black altar-like jar. The Chaos Giant Beast was afraid that Zhang Ping would be in a hurry, so he hurriedly replied.

When Zhang Ping heard the Chaos Behemoth say this, he had a general understanding in his heart.

It seems that this altar-like thing should be the place where the Chaos Behemoth pulled the grass down.

At this moment, Zhang Ping once again felt that familiar aura. As he felt at the gate of the palace, this aura was so familiar to him that it felt like it was coming from himself.

However, at this time, Zhang Ping didn't have so much time to explore where these spiritual energy came from, and why was it so similar to his spiritual power?

What Zhang Ping is most concerned about now is how to close this damn crack.

Zhang Ping before the crack slowly passed as time passed, and he felt more and more that the suction force in the crack was gradually getting bigger, and the crack was getting bigger again.

Zhang Ping is really a little broken, what the hell is this crack? Will it grow up by itself?

It seems that we have to solve this problem quickly, otherwise we may really not be able to get out.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ping's gaze fell on the altar-like thing again. Since everything starts from it, then naturally everything should also end with it.

Zhang Ping carefully looked at the altar-like thing again.

This is a kimchi jar that looks a bit like a folk kimchi jar used for pickles, but this thing is smaller and flatter compared to the folk kimchi jar.

The altar is black, and the altar is painted with white paint with some obscure lines and patterns. The combination of lines and patterns is like a few words.

Zhang Ping didn't understand the words that seemed very abstract, but inexplicably flashed in his mind: nourish the soul with qi, and cultivate with truth. This sentence.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping's first reaction was that this thing must have something to do with the cultivation realm.

But the most important thing now is to take it and study how to close the crack. Zhang Ping thought that the crack had not yet closed, and his life was in danger, so he forcibly suppressed the idea of stuffing this thing into the small world and packing it away.

So Zhang Ping added a little more spiritual power to control the Wind Bead, wanting to use the Wind Bead to reduce the powerful suction of the crack by a little more, and then take the opportunity to get something like the altar that was a little distance away from him.

Eventually, under his control, the crack's powerful suction weakened slightly. Zhang Ping seized this opportunity, leaned out hard, stretched out his long arm, and took the altar-like thing in his hand.

After holding it in his hand, Zhang Ping carefully looked at this altar-like thing again. In addition to the lines and patterns he had seen before, and the strange black color of the dazzling colors, there was an extremely pure aura on this thing.

Zhang Ping hadn't felt such a pure aura for a long time, if he remembered correctly, the last time he felt such an aura should have been in his previous life, when he was still an immortal king, in the cultivation realm, he had felt it.

Zhang Ping really wanted to feel this familiar aura carefully and carefully, and wanted to perceive where it came from.

But time did not allow, and the powerful suction force from the crack behind him had already sucked him into the crack again. The effect of the Dingfeng Bead at this time seems to be minimal, and it can be said that it is basically supported by his spiritual power now.

But what was going to be done with this altar-like thing? He was now thinking wholeheartedly about how to solve the dilemma in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Ping looked at the altar-like thing in front of him, and suddenly remembered what the Chaos Giant Beast said.

"I don't really want to, it's just that the grass is so tempting, more enticing than the food you cook. I couldn't help it, so I pulled it up, and just as I was about to stuff my mouth, cracks appeared. ”

Yes, if it is because the Chaos Behemoth pulled out the grass and triggered some kind of mechanism, the current crack appeared. So, is it possible that the cracks can be closed as long as the grass is planted back?

After thinking about all this, for a while, Zhang Ping felt that he was Sherlock Holmes, and his wisdom was unmatched.

In addition to being happy, he also felt the stronger and stronger suction behind him at the moment. So he hurriedly opened the small world and asked the Chaos Behemoth about the grass.

"Little wonton, you said you didn't eat that grass, right?" Zhang Ping asked anxiously, while silently praying in his heart, God bless, Bodhisattva bless, don't eat this greedy thing of the chaos beast.

"I didn't eat it, and I was just about to stuff it in my mouth when that weird crack appeared. I was so busy getting bigger and plugging the cracks, where do I still have the time to eat? After being rescued by you, I was weak, my limbs were limpable, and I didn't have the energy to eat at all. God heard Zhang Ping's prayer, and the Chaos Behemoth replied just as Zhang Ping had hoped.

"Where are you now? Take it out, with it, we can go out!" Zhang Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the Chaos Giant Beast hadn't eaten the grass, and continued to ask the Chaos Giant Beast a little happily.

"No, here. I didn't have time to eat, so I kept holding it in my hand, thinking that I would go out to eat later!"

Zhang Ping looked at the grass, it had been pinched by the Chaos Giant Beast for so long, and the grass was still verdant and alive, making people feel that there seemed to be dew on the leaves.

At this time, I don't care how distressed the Chaos Behemoth is, and it is important to save my life. Zhang Ping grabbed the verdant grass in the hands of the chaos beast.

After taking out the grass, Zhang Ping was a little confused, did he really want to plant it back? Could it be that the cracks could really be closed when he planted it back?

Obviously, together are unknowns, Zhang Ping had no choice but to be ruthless and plant grass into something like an altar, anyway, it has come to this point, and the dead horse is regarded as a live horse doctor.

Who knows, after Zhang Ping laboriously planted the grass in, in an instant, the strong suction behind him disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground.

And where he didn't know it, there was an uproar.