At this time, Wen Qingye was still in a dark space, and he couldn't hear the wind and rain outside.

Countless firelights swam towards Wen Qingye, and the firelight was the Heavenly Fire.

"This Tianyanhuo is getting closer and closer, if it goes on like this, I will soon be swallowed by Tianyanhuo"

Rao is Wen Qingye's root bones, and the meridians are all well-built, but when he feels the Tianyan Fire that is getting closer and closer, he still breathes a sigh.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye felt a familiar aura.

Rumble!

I saw that terrifying flame rushing out violently, like a monstrous beast, swallowing the warm night at once.

Scorching! Pain!

Wen Qingye only had these two feelings, he never thought that this flame would rush directly over, completely out of his control.

"And Mokong Mountain listens to the rain, and someone wishes for longevity!"

Faintly, he heard a voice in his ear, which came from the distant depths of the depths, and seemed to come from the depths of a person's heart.

The voice seemed gentle and tactful, and it seemed sonorous.

Wen Qingye's spirit was fluttering, and his eyes gradually brightened, and he saw only a strange building that caught his eye.

Countless statues of gods, as well as strange lights, chains, and strange sculptures.

"The second layer of the sea of minds!"

Wen Qingye looked at the strange Yangtze River around him, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and a hint of strange color appeared in his eyes.

The Sea of Mind is also divided into levels, and it is extremely difficult for Immortal Jun to construct a simple and coarse Sea of Mind and God, but this Sea of Mind has two layers.

"Altar?"

Wen Qingye showed a glimmer of essence in his eyes, these countless strange things, he instantly remembered these two words in his mind, "What is this place, what is this altar for?"

He couldn't help but take broken steps towards the altar in front of him.

Click!

Wen Qingye walked forward with his footsteps, a crisp voice echoed in his ears, and when he looked down, he saw that the ground had been surrounded by red blood for some time.

The red blood formed a long red carpet that stretched towards the altar in front of it.

When Wen Qingye saw it, he was also shocked, what is this?

Although his heart was full of doubts, he still stepped on the red blood carpet without hurry, and walked towards the altar in front of him.

Tom!

As Wen Qingye got closer and closer to the altar, he found that his heart was beating almost uncontrollably, as if it was about to jump out of the mouth of his heart.

Wen Qingye didn't know how his divine soul came to this place, but this place was all strange, including the altar.

After walking dozens of steps, Wen Qingye had already passed through the red blood path and came to the front of the altar.

I saw that there were sixteen black giant pillars around the altar, and in the center of the dozens of giant pillars, a pool the size of a face plate appeared in front of Wen Qingye, and inside the pool, it was full of red water.

The red water was extremely viscous, thicker than any other blood.

"This is the Altar of Fate!"

When Wen Qingye saw the red water, he immediately recognized what kind of altar this altar was, and his voice trembled a little.

"The altar of fate is the power of cultivating the way of fate, a means of penetrating the heavens and the earth, it is rumored that you can change your life against the sky and modify your fate, and I know that only Ziyue (Xuanyuan Qun) is cultivating the way of fate"

Wen Qingye forcibly suppressed the vibration in his heart, and then looked at the pool, in addition to the red water, there was also a white paper figure in the pool.

He stretched out his finger and twisted the paper man, only to see that there were three words written on the paper man, Wen Qingye couldn't help but look over: Gu Changsheng.

When Wen Qingye saw these three words, he immediately gasped, and his steps were a few steps back towards the rear.

"Could this be the altar built by Ziyue? No, is she dead or not, when was it built?"

Wen Qingye's heart was in turmoil, countless things instantly poured into his mind, and he didn't know how long it had taken before his emotions calmed down and looked at the paper man.

I saw that the paper figure was carved with countless patterns and strange patterns.

"Could it be that the fusion of the Immortal Immortal Monarch and Wen Qingye's divine soul is all from Ziyue's handiwork?"

Suddenly, Wen Qingye had a strange thought in his mind.

He thought of his three major secret techniques, since there was nothing wrong with his soul melting secret technique, then why did Zhang Xiaoyun and Phoenix Bird have sequelae after fusing with them, but Immortal Immortal Monarch and Wen Qingye were safe and sound after fusing with them.

No, it's not unscathed.

Wen Qingye thought of how many times he had fainted inexplicably, and his brain began to spin rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't have a clue.

After a long time, Wen Qingye shook his head vigorously, "It must be yes, it must be Ziyue who used her way of fate to help the Immortal Monarch be reborn, it must be."

"Then in this way, Ziyue is not dead, if she is not dead"

Wen Qingye finally deduced an earth-shattering result, and he was stunned, muttering to himself: "If she hadn't died, where would she be?" Could it be that Zhao Xia is her incarnation?"

"There should be more than one altar, but why can I enter this altar?

Wen Qingye looked around the altar again and found that the surrounding buildings were very quaint, as if they had been covered by the traces of time.

Everything seemed to be a mystery, as if something was missing from it.

Boom! Boom!

In the next moment, countless rays of light emerged from the surroundings, and the sixteen stone pillars directly cracked, and countless cracks appeared in the surrounding earth.

"It's going to collapse!"

Wen Qingye's footsteps hurriedly retreated to the rear, stepping on the bloody road, making a stampede sound.

And at the moment when the ground cracked, a jade-white bamboo slip flew out, Wen Qingye sucked in his palm, and the jade-white bamboo slip appeared in his hand.

There's a pen and ink on it.

Warm night, be careful.

"Wen Qingye, be careful, who left this?"

There are only five big characters on it, and there is a horizontal one, which is obviously not finished, and the name of the person written behind it should be, who is it that is careful?

And Wen Qingye could see at a glance that this was not Ziyue's handiwork.

Rumble!

Before Wen Qingye could figure it out, his divine soul disappeared into the second layer of the void of this sea of gods with the collapse of the altar.

Scold!

Wen Qingye's eyes opened suddenly, only to see that there was still a fiery red nebula in front of him, returning to the first layer of the original Sea of Minds.

The flames around are the same as the heavenly flames.