Enjoying the perfect taste, Wu Erlang took Chu Hao to the altar.

At night, the streets and alleys are brightly lit.

The shops and temples lined up on both sides are lit up by candlelight lanterns.

Along the way, quite a few monks looked at Chu Hao.

The eyes are weird.

It's not just confusing.

How can anyone still dress up so strangely?

"What, do you have a robe, it's not very convenient......" Chu Hao felt very embarrassed.

Wu Erlang nodded and readily agreed.

He pulled out a fine satin from his storage bag.

After fine stitching and the infusion of true qi, a well-fitting black and yellow python robe was soon ready.

Chu Hao's eyes were wrinkled, a little incredible.

It can be said that people should not be disguised.

Wu Erlang looks like he is five big and three thick, but he didn't expect these delicate jobs to be better than anyone else.

Look down.

On the chest of the dress, the yellow lines outline a touch of dignity.

And most of the black is extremely domineering, showing the dignity of strength.

"Try it on, and if it doesn't fit, you can improve it." Wu Jiro said.

"Hmm"

Chu Hao touched his clothes with his fingers, and a golden light melted into it.

Suddenly, the robe melted into Chu Hao's body as if inhaled.

This wear, a sense of divine power is rendered.

I don't know, I thought it was a prince-level figure.

"It fits perfectly, thank you!" Chu Hao thanked him.

Wu Erlang waved his hand.

It's a little thing, and it's a little effort.

"No, do you see, that's sitting on the altar."

After a few detours, Takejiro pointed ahead.

Look in the direction of his finger.

Not far away, there is a majestic temple.

The whole hall is turquoise.

From a distance of several hundred meters, you can feel this deep and simple atmosphere.

"Eh, this altar is different from what I thought!" Chu Hao shook his head slightly.

"Brother Hao, your reaction is reasonable. The first time I came, it was the same, and there was no doubt that the altar was in the middle of the main hall. Takejiro explained with a smile.

As they approached the main hall, the number of monks grew.

This is the cultivation holy land of Mixed Yuan City.

Many monks were reluctant to go out of the city to practice, but waited for the qualification to sit on the altar every month.

In this area, there are mostly True Spirit Realm monks.

"This altar is divided into two layers, the first layer is for True Spirit Realm monks, and the second layer must reach the Huangwu Realm to have a chance to enter." Wu Erlang said as he led the way.

The main hall is quite old, and the door plaque has lost its luster.

Sitting on the altar, it is covered with dust.

Several large crimson pillars supported the temple.

There is no curfew, and everyone is free to enter.

However, there is an enchantment when you get started.

This barrier is used to distinguish whether the entrant has entered the house repeatedly.

If you repeat it, you will be blasted out by this barrier.

But no, as soon as he said it, someone screamed at the fall, and his head was swollen.

Chu Hao's brain hurt when he saw it.

Knowing that you can't do it, you still have to force it.

"I'm not from Mixed Yuan City, can I enter?" Chu Hao still had some concerns.

"It's okay, trust me." Wu Erlang is confident.

Waves of people gathered outside the altar.

Most of them are waiting.

Chu Hao glanced at it.

Most of these people are chakra realm monks.

Even if you meditate and think about the noisy places in the city, aren't you afraid of being disturbed?

Walk further on, and you will come to the door.

Chu Hao stood on tiptoe and glanced at it.

The view inside the door was blurred.

And right in front of him, there was a barrier flowing like water waves.

Chu Hao glanced at Wu Erlang.

This cargo is familiar with the road, and it is the first to take the lead in without hesitation at all.

Although Chu Hao is not afraid, there is no danger anyway.

But the first time I came to the altar, my body and mind were still a little resistant.

He first cautiously stretched out his hand, and only after noticing that there was nothing unusual did he boldly break in.

Seeing that Chu Hao had entered, many monks outside the altar cast envious and hopeful eyes.

For them, it's like living a day.

It's like a year.

It's really impossible, and if you want to improve your cultivation, you can only enter once a month when you sit on the altar.

And going out to experience may have life worries.

……

After stepping into the enchantment, Chu Hao slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was an eye-opener for him.

Isn't it inside the temple, how did you come to a dojo?

That's right.

The dojo is vast, the aura is dense, and there are many hazy mist floating in the air.

Looking back, there is an ancient hall standing at the top of the dojo.

It's like the center of a denomination.

The ground is built on a stone pavement, with a dragon pattern carved in the center.

There are large pillars in all directions.

And the most surprising thing is that this dojo is built in mid-air, suspended above the sky.

"This ......" Chu Hao was stunned.

Suddenly, I mistakenly thought I was in the wrong place.

"Brother Hao, this is sitting on the altar. Come, come with me, I know where there is a place. Wu Erlang patted Chu Hao on the shoulder.

As I saw it, there were quite a few True Spirit Realm monks sitting on a futon.

Sitting cross-legged with their palms to the sky, they seemed to be meditating.

However, looking at his brows, he frowned, as if he was experiencing something.

"What is the purpose of sitting on the altar?" Chu Hao was puzzled.

I thought it was the same as meditation to improve cultivation.

But if you look closely at the monks here, they are all frowning, and their faces are more or less unpleasant.

Wu Erlang was full of patience and said slowly: "Once you enter this altar, it will cause people to fall into the spiritual realm. It is also that everyone goes to a place that exists only in consciousness. And when you arrive in this area of consciousness, there is a real sense of reality, including pain and so on. There, you can compete freely, and there are countless arenas for monks to practice, mainly to enhance their combat experience. There are many more, I will not be able to say enough, and I will explain them to you slowly in that realm of consciousness when I enter the altar later. ”

Chu Hao half understood, but the meaning was probably clear.

To put it bluntly, this is the place to dry up, the place to vent.

Chu Hao's face was full of doubts, and he asked, "Then the question is, why don't you want to go outside to learn, but want to sit on the altar to learn?" ”

"Because no matter how much you sit on the altar, you won't be in danger of your life! Even if they are killed, in this outside world, they will only receive one-third of the backlash and will not die, which attracts a lot of ordinary people who dare not do it with real knives and guns. "Wu Erlang has been here countless times, and he has seen it very thoroughly.

As they spoke, the two came to a more secluded place.

Here, it was Wu Erlang who was looking for.

Chu Hao and Wu Erlang sat down in turn.

As soon as he sat down, a strange force hovered over Chu Hao's body.

As soon as they fall into the spiritual realm, they will enter the realm of consciousness that has been opened up.

Everything is so real, and yet so false.