As the palm prints continued to enter, the delicate little palace began to emit light one after another, and finally the light became more and more intense, forming a pillar of light as black as ink, which slammed into the sky above the altar.

With a "boom", a pitch-black spatial black hole appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and a deep cold breath emanated, making people feel chills all over.

The spatial black hole swallowed the sea and sucked the jet-black pillar of light, until the exquisite palace made a "click" breaking sound and the diameter reached one meter before it stabilized.

The altar was still vibrating violently, threatening to burst.

"Boom...... Thank you!

Seeing that the space black hole was stable, he rushed in after saying "whoosh", and when he left, he made a series of pitch-black handprints against the small palace on the altar, laughed at everyone twice, and disappeared into the space black hole.

"Hurry up and rush in, don't let this guy play any tricks in front!" the second bald man looked at it and said anxiously.

"Wait!" Tu Ming hurriedly stopped everyone, a sneer appeared on his face, "Hmph!

As he spoke, he threw out a vine, rolled up the little palace, and quickly threw it into the black hole.

"Boom ......"

A dull explosion came from the black hole, accompanied by the angry scolding of the bell.

"Hiss......" Everyone gasped, and their eyes changed completely when they looked at Tu Ming.

"Brother, you're clever enough to find out what this guy is doing!

The second bald man laughed dryly twice, and said with some fear.

"How could this guy be so kind as to let us in?"

Tu Ming smiled, wrapped himself in a fist mark shield, slowly stepped forward, looked at the altar carefully, and found that there was no other abnormality, and waved his hand at the people behind him: "It's okay, there should be no risk." ”

"Will this bastard really get into the trap?" Xia Yuxin asked faintly as she looked at the black hole in the space.

"Probably not, didn't you hear his miserable scream? Even if there is, it is estimated that it has been destroyed, the exquisite small palace should be the Demon Dragon Palace, which is the key to opening this altar, the power of the explosion should not be low, maybe that guy was blown up!

As he spoke, Tu Ming took Xia Yuxin's little hand and jumped into the space black hole.

Da Laizi, Erbaldzi, Yingzi and others put away the natal beast, and they also jumped in with Tu Ming.

"Huh, what about people?"

Through the spatial black hole, Tu Ming looked left and right, and found that Xia Yuxin, who was pulling, had disappeared, and he didn't know where he had been transmitted, and when he looked around, his brows couldn't help frowning.

He found himself standing in front of six glittering portals, five of which were marked with the words "Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth," and finally a white portal, a little small, but not marked with anything.

"This is ......" his eyes swept over several portals, and Tu Ming finally stared at the white portal.

In his opinion, the five portals of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth should be a place related to the energy of the five attributes after entering, but what is the white portal entering?

He thought about it for a moment, tried to sense the forbidden pulse fist mark, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He found that when resisting the tornado, the Muscle Pulse Fist Seal absorbed part of the energy of the Law Chain, and a vague Law Chain appeared on it, although it was not very clear, but it gave the Forbidden Pulse Fist Seal a strong defensive power.

"I hope there won't be any danger when you go in!" Tu Ming was wrapped in a fist print shield and jumped directly into the white portal.

"I ...... I'm grass!" his head was dizzy, and then a huge roar came out of his ears, and when he opened his eyes, Tu Ming couldn't help but be surprised.

What appeared in front of him was a space full of terrible cyclones, and each cyclone was full of colors, entwined with chains of various colors, crisscrossing the air, crisscrossing and crisscrossing him, and he was dazzled to watch.

The loud rumbling sound made him even more dizzy and roaring in his ears.

"This ...... Could this be a cyclone formed by the chains of the law?" Tu Ming's heart was full of horror, these chains obviously belonged to different attributes, gold, cyan, blue, fiery red, and earthy yellow, intertwined with each other, and the light was strange.

These chains are intertwined and criss-crossed, forming huge cyclones that can be seen everywhere in sight.

"Isn't this looking for death?" Tu Ming was so frightened that he turned around and left, but when he saw it, where was there a white portal?

"This ......" he couldn't help but be stupid, this is really curiosity kills people, why did he come to such a Jedi?

However, what made him feel a little at ease was that the range of ten meters he was in was relatively safe, and the chains that were close to him seemed to be blocked by something, and if he touched it, he would turn back.

"Poof!" he took a step towards his feet, only to be splashed with dust that made him cough one after another.

"This ...... My grass, these are all ashes?" Tu Ming looked at the ground, there was a layer of gray-white ashes within ten meters, and several dry bones that were about to be weathered were buried in the ashes, although they couldn't really be seen, but the general outline could still be seen as humanoid.

"This ...... I'm really a Jedi here, so many ashes, I don't know how many people died!" Tu Ming's face turned pale.

This law chain cyclone is a hundred times more powerful than the tornado outside, and he came in purely to find the rhythm of death.

There is no way to retreat, there is no way to advance, how is this good?

"Is it possible for me to refine a trace of this? How long will this be and what month will it take?" Tu Ming's face was full of bitterness, but if he didn't do this, he could only be trapped here.

"What a damn bad luck!" he patiently plucked his soul power and cleaned up all the ashes on the ground, leaving only a few dry bones.

These dry bones, at least a thousand years old, scattered when touched with their feet.

"Alas, I don't know who is trapped and dead here!" Tu Ming sighed, piled up the dry bones, and set them aside.

Sitting down in the front position, he re-condensed a forbidden pulse fist seal, and threw it at one of the law cyclones.

"Bang Bang ......"

The moment the Forbidden Pulse Fist imprinted in, it was twisted to pieces and dissipated into nothingness.

"Alas! it's really terrible!" Tu Ming tried several times in a row, and the result was the same.

"How is this good? it will be crushed when you go in, how can it be absorbed?" Tu Ming's eyes showed a look of helplessness.

As for the fist mark around his body, he didn't dare to try it, once it was destroyed, it would really cut off the back road.

"Ya, if it doesn't work, ignore you first, there are so many law chain cyclones, I don't believe that there are no scattered law fragments!"

Tu Ming re-condensed the forbidden pulse fist seals, all of which were still out of the safe zone, controlling them to search nearby.

"Well, there really is!" his eyes lit up, and he stared fiercely at the two law cyclones that collided together.

The collision of the two law cyclones rotating at high speed, on the surface, it seemed that there was no loss, but there were still sections of chains that shattered, and under the drive of the cyclone, most of them were swept into it and moved with it, but a small part was still thrown out.