Ye Tian's concern, Mo Qingcheng accepted it completely, his smile was very bright, as for the subtext she expressed, he didn't mind.

The formation engraved in the center of the altar is a ghost drawing symbol that Ye Tian can't recognize, and it is sunken in it. The two-tailed white fox has an ancient heritage, and it is recognized that it is about the word "fate", which is a long time ago, tens of thousands of years and even several products of the era of cultivating immortals.

However, after repeated turmoil, this kind of writing cannot be passed down at all in the way of human inheritance.

No wonder every stroke is obscure.

"Fate...... Altar?" chewed on the mystery in it.

However, this word is not easy to scrutinize, and it cannot be studied deeply, and if you look at it more, it will make people feel a sense of oppression with surging blood.

The inside of the altar has changed rapidly, and it has changed several times from the time Ye Tilt stepped into the edge of the altar to the present. At this moment, on the basis of the whirlpool, a terrifying whirlwind was set off, completely sweeping away the dense fog covering the altar, and the sky was clear, leaving only the branches of the peach tree as thick as a stone pillar and the sparse peach leaves.

The night was as blue as a jewel, and the full moon was pulled by the altar, and finally a pillar of moonlight was lowered, and when the pillar of light was connected to the altar - a scene that shook the world finally happened, even if most of the centaurs had experienced it, but once again, they were still shocked and couldn't help themselves, and they were so shocked and excited that their hearts almost jumped out.

A burst of purple light swelled, stabbing everyone's eyes almost tight, and a flower appeared in front of them, and a tremor emerged from the depths of their hearts, and a stronger sense of oppression struck, and everyone almost fell to their knees because of this pressure...... Prostrate!!

But in the altar, the ghostly and bleak "fate" began to really appear.

Ye Tian smelled a different breath, looked at the sky quietly, a different color burst out in her calm eyes, she sensed a familiar thing from the moonlight beam, it was the emperor flowing pulp! poured down like a tide...... Emperor Flow.

She took a step forward, wanting to cut off these Emperor Slurry and put them into the Black Ding, but for a moment, she was startled, and she was in a cold sweat, and she realized that she was almost impulsive. There are prohibitions everywhere in the ruins, and the altar is so mysterious, so extraordinary, she is just a rookie in the foundation realm, if she really does it, what is the difference between looking for death?

She only needed one ding of these Emperor Slurry to cultivate the Pupil Technique to the second or even third realm, but now she could only watch as this Emperor Slurry fell into the groove of "fate" and filled it with one stroke at a time.

Until the last stroke of the word Dao is mentioned, the whole altar is not ...... The entire purple mist area came to a standstill.

The surging purple mist, no...... It was a purple cloud that stayed in mid-air, like a miracle.

At the same time—the roars of war drums, iron hooves, and ancient beasts came out of the groove of "fate", and a phantom shadow rested in the center of the altar like a mirage, first a magnificent scene of sacrifice to the heavens, and then one epic battle after another.

What you see and hear is beyond the cognition of everyone present.

I only see it in my life, in the real sense - blood slaughtered thousands of miles, and corpses are everywhere.

It wasn't until the phantom faded that everyone broke free from the killing, time suddenly stood still, the purple mist and clouds were like a whirlpool stranded in the air, and the eyes of the fastest people who were awake instantly condensed in the center of the altar, and on the word "fate" filled with emperor slurry and emitting golden light, there was an ink-colored bud the size of an adult's fist suspended......

Present, perhaps except for the treasure hunting mouse in the hands of Xiao Luoshen, who doesn't know what kind of spiritual thing this ink-colored bud is. But not knowing doesn't mean that they don't want to take it into their hands, however, on the five thrones, no one who was awake at the beginning moved.

…… Until the end, no one knows who this spiritual creature will be.

However, there are still people who go crazy right away.

"Altar Spirit!!"

The people and horses who were awake one after another also looked at the spiritual objects, their eyes were burning, but they had the strength to cross the fierce beast area, and the people who could stand firm on the throne were by no means mediocre, no matter how hot their hearts were, even if they couldn't help but take a few steps, they quickly stopped, clenched their fists, and no longer moved half a step, and their eyes gradually shifted from the altar, and the others they didn't know, but the last time they won the spiritual object was Xie Qingchuan, and the two people with more than ten people naturally looked at the Xie brothers and sisters, and their eyes were solemn.

Behind the Xie brothers and sisters, whether they are immortal cultivators or supernatural people, the same is true. They knew better than the two supernatural beings that they were only a formality so far, and that in the end this spiritual creature would not be with them.

The scene was dead for a while.

On a throne, a girl dressed in white sat on the edge of the stone pillar of the throne, stepping on the flowing clouds under her feet, shaking her little feet, and holding her cheeks and saying: "The spirit is in front of you, you are indifferent?

I don't have the strength, I don't have the guts, and I don't have enough greed, so I'm all here to die!?

She looks really good, there is a mouse lying on her head, and behind her stands a young man with a flute, like a person from outside the world. However, everything is just a façade, and who of the people present can forget that not long ago, the scene of this fairy-like girl slaughtering on a large scale was forced to open a bloody path in the fierce beast area, and the excited and bloodthirsty appearance made them shudder when they thought about it.

…… Angels and demons are really only a face.

I really can't figure it out, but what a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl has experienced, it actually gives people a feeling of "horror", those of them who have lived for twenty or thirty or even thirty or forty years, and think they have life experience, are elusive to her bottom.

Everyone didn't dare to move, and they all stared dryly, watching the spirit stay in the altar.

Others can endure it, but Xiao Luoshen can't, and he is qualified to win no more than one slap in the face. If these people don't make a move, the spirit object can't be lost, but these people are too calm! In the end, she is still a little playful and bold, and she really wants to see a good show, and others are unwilling to go on stage...... Naturally, she has to push it, otherwise it will be boring to stare dry!?

"Still not making a move?Are you still waiting for the statement of those two heavenly pride sons/daughters before acting?, is it too late, you have worked hard to get here, but you are completely willing to be a foil for those two?" she said to the two teams of abilities.

Knowing that she was uneasy and kind, she was leading a war and provoking strife. But these people are still not angry, knowing that there is a pit and an abyss ahead, and yet—they have persevered for months, isn't it for this day?

After devouring the strange fruit so far, the power of the peak of the fourth order, if they want to go further, they are extremely difficult, they have sensed something wrong, and their strength seems to be shackled. They didn't know the origin of the inky bud hanging in the center of the altar, but they had an intuition in their hearts that they wanted to change their current situation.

Perhaps, this inky bud is their only way out!