Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng quietly came to Mo Han's side when Shantai and the three of them opened the altar, preparing to enter it with Mo Han.

"Xiao Lingzi, you quickly calculate, will it be dangerous for us to enter inside, if there is danger, let Xiao Han go in alone. Anyway, he is a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, and he is not afraid of any big danger. Wei Su looked at the three of Shantai, who were constantly losing their vitality, and his little face was nervous.

Qi Ling glared at Wei Su angrily: "Is there a person like you? We cultivators are originally going against the sky, and you who are afraid of danger like you are cultivating a yarn." But what you said is quite correct, anyway, Xiao Han is Xiao Qiang who can't be killed, Xiao Han can just go in and bring out the treasures to us alone. ”

Originally, because of the solemn atmosphere brought about by the changes in the bodies of the three of Shantai, as Wei Su Qiling's two words disappeared, everyone relaxed. Even Sha Yuwei, who was quietly standing next to the three of Shantai, with a slight frown, couldn't help but smile.

More and more mysterious syllables came out of the mouth of Shan Taisan, and the voice became louder and louder, as if this sound could penetrate time and space, resounding throughout the world and in the soul of every cultivator, like thunder.

Streams of black and white mist rose from the black stones in the hands of Shan Tai and the others, and instantly spread to a distance of five meters around them.

A black and white altar with a length of five meters and a height of five meters slowly rose from the ground, and mysterious notes lingered in everyone's ears.

The surface of the altar looks uneven, with many protruding lines, like blood vessels and tendons all over the heart.

Although the altar looks very rough, as if it is the work of some powerful person, when people's eyes fall on it, they immediately feel a fierce aura rushing to their minds, threatening to crush people's consciousness and soul, and become a killing machine.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pure and gentle breath, which rushed into people's minds along the path of the fierce breath, instantly clearing the fierce breath from people's minds and returning people's minds to a clear mind.

"All close their eyes and do not look until the altar is not stable. On the altar, the Green Emperor was hunched up, and the old voice came out of his mouth and into everyone's ears.

Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes and did not look at the altar. Sha Yuwei turned her back to the altar and looked at Mo Han's body.

I saw that Mo Han's originally jet-black pupils gradually turned red under the alternating black and white aura of the altar, and his aura was very unstable. Even Sha Yuwei, who was facing him, was moved by a heavy crisis, as if she was not facing a person, not a cultivator who could not cultivate to the Jindan stage, and not Mo Han. Rather, it is an ancient beast that is about to wake up, looking down on the whole world with its wild breath.

"Ask the ten Daoists of the Terran race to help us. "The three Qingdi standing on the altar are now skinny and skinny, and the original sturdy young man looks like they are now in the twilight, as if they will die at any time.

The helmsman of the nine major forces of the human race and Sha Yuwei immediately woke up, and when they saw the appearance of the three people on the altar, they were directly startled, and they didn't have time to think about other things, so they flew onto the altar, and immediately made a move, and put their arms on the pitch-black stone according to the posture of the three Qingdi.

With the input of the ten helmsmen of the Terran Race, Yuan Li, the pitch-black stone made a soft hum and exploded in an instant.

The black and white altar instantly stabilized, turning gray in color, like an inconspicuous stone discarded by the roadside.

A staircase of only nine steps creeps out from the top of the altar and extends to the ground.

The three of the Qingdi and the ten Terrans withdrew their arms at the same time, exited the altar and sat cross-legged.

This sitting was a whole hour, and the ten helmsmen of the human race who were the first to wake up, followed by the Green Emperor.

"Cultivators who have cultivated beyond the Golden Pill Stage are not allowed to step on the altar, others are free to do so!" After Emperor Qing said this, his body shook and he fell to the ground. If it weren't for Sha Yuwei, who was standing beside him, reaching out in time to help him, maybe a generation of prophets would have disappeared from now on.

Mo Han didn't seem to hear the voice of the Blue Emperor, didn't greet Qi Ling and the three of them, and walked towards the altar by himself.

There are only nine steps, and everyone walks up slowly, and anyone who doesn't climb the steps doesn't understand. But when they climbed the steps, they didn't feel any slowness, but they still enjoyed it.

Above the altar was a teleportation array, and all cultivators who climbed up the nine steps would be directly teleported out the moment they reached the altar.

"Xiao Lingzi, do you think something is wrong with Xiao Han?" Wei Su looked at Mo Han's back and said suddenly.

"If there's something wrong, don't be suspicious, hurry up and keep up. Qi Ling patted Wei Su on the shoulder, blinked, and immediately followed behind Mo Han without saying a word.

On the other side of the teleportation array is a hollow hall, and the light in the hall is very dim, although it is not to say that you can't see your fingers, but it is not far away. Four huge candles flickered in a dim flame.

Maybe it's because no one is in it all year round, and the atmosphere in the hall is a little gloomy, but what is puzzling is that the inside of the hall is spotless and very clean.

Two huge statues are located at the end of the main hall, one has two wings, the appearance is like a cow, the two sharp horns go straight into the sky, and the fierce aura rushes towards him, which is exactly what Mo Han has seen Qi Qi look like. The other one is a collection of lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, and oxtail in one; the tail is hairy like a dragon's tail, with a horn, and the breath exuded by the whole body is warm, making people feel endless warmth.

Four huge candles enclosed the two statues in the middle like four pillars, so that neither of them could completely leak out, and even the occasional leakage would neutralize each other and not cause damage to the main hall.

The walls of the main hall are painted one after the other, telling two different stories. On the one hand, the Qiqi statue depicts the Qiqi disaster in the world, and human beings rise up to resist, while the Qilin statue depicts the Qilin blessing the world, and human beings are grateful to move forward.

All the cultivators who entered the main hall were attracted by the murals on the walls, and even many cultivators even sat down cross-legged and entered the state of enlightenment.

Mo Han came to the main hall and ignored the murals on the walls, looked ahead with his two eyes, and walked towards the two statues step by step.

Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng followed behind Mo Han, and they caught a glimpse of the murals on the walls at a glance, and even just this glance made them instantly understand the places they had not understood in the cultivation process.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the horror in their eyes, and they really wanted to stop and quietly meditate like other cultivators. They believed that as long as they were given enough time, they would even be able to directly break through to the Yuan Infant Stage inside, and even advance to the Spirit Being.

But they looked at Mo Han's advancing back, hesitated for a long time, and still silently followed behind Mo Han. After all, the three of them had already seen that Mo Han was abnormal at this time, and they didn't worry about letting him go alone.