After thinking for a while, Meng Chen turned to inspect the various items he had stored in the spirit interface.

If Nie Qian's side will not be able to leave the painting wall space for a while and a half, then the matter of finding Yan Chixia to deal with the old demon of Montenegro together must be put behind.

However, even if he couldn't get the essence of the five elements of the earth system, he planned to explore the unknown place of the Shennong Cave before going to the place of origin.

After completing the inspection, Meng Chen thought about his future plan for a while, and then sat down in the room and continued to cultivate the alchemy technique.

......

Soon, another few days passed.

At noon that day, Nie Qian suddenly sent a message again.

"Brother Meng Chen, they want to sacrifice me!"

Nie Qian said in an anxious voice.

"What's going on, where are you now?"

Meng Chen quickly stood up and asked.

"Right on top of an altar, they lied to me that they were going to join the 'Misty Paradise', but now it's clearly not right...... Brother Meng Chen, this altar is guarded by four golden-armored warriors, I just tried it, it's not their opponent at all, you have to be careful!"

Nie Qian replied quickly.

"Okay, I'll be right over!"

Meng Chen jumped away from the water of the Yuan Spirit, clicked on Nie Qian's avatar, and chose to descend into the world of Liaozhai.

He had just checked the various items he had stored in the spirit interface a few days ago, and there was nothing to prepare at the moment.

......

Talking about the world, painting wall space, foggy paradise.

There were hundreds of women dressed in various costumes, with solemn expressions surrounding a five-colored altar.

The women lowered their eyebrows and muttered to themselves, not knowing what they were talking about.

Directly below the five-color altar, there was an old monk with white eyebrows sitting cross-legged on the futon, his body was shining with treasures, his hands were dancing again and again, and he couldn't help but enter the giant tripod in front of him.

At this moment, Nie Qian was in the middle of the five-color altar, but she seemed to have been restrained by some kind of force, her face was anxious, and her body was completely unable to move half a point.

On all sides of the five-colored altar, there are four golden-armored warriors who are more than three meters tall standing, guarding the four sides of the altar.

"The auspicious time has come, the formation starts!"

The white-eyed old monk under the altar suddenly let out a loud shout and threw the last mana into the giant tripod in front of him.

With his shout, all the women gathered around the audience immediately fell to the ground and bowed down to the altar, while continuing to chant strange syllables in their mouths.

"Buzz!"

As the white-eyed old monk entered the last mana, the colorful light on the giant tripod bubbled up, quickly gathered above the mouth of the tripod, and then flew to the five-color altar with a "whew".

However, at this moment, above the five-color altar, just above Nie Qian's head, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared.

"Bang!"

The colorful light flying out of the giant tripod collapsed at the touch of a touch below the black vortex, and after a soft sound, it all dissipated.

"Huh?"

The white-eyed old monk's eyes widened suddenly, and his face was incredulous.

No matter what kind of performance he had, after the black vortex was formed, Meng Chen's figure immediately appeared, and a "whew" descended on the top of the altar, replacing Nie Qian.

“...... Who is the wicked, who dares to destroy my 'celestial sacrifice!'"

Seeing Meng Chen appear, the white-eyed old monk under the altar immediately stood up and said sharply.

And above the altar, after Meng Chen descended, he immediately flipped his left hand, condensed the dual-system sword embryo, and at the same time used the sword technique to fly towards the bottom of the altar.

He had sensed that there was some unknown mysterious force on the altar that was interfering with his speed of movement.

"Stop him!"

The white-eyed old monk shouted, and at the same time, his body jumped up, flying towards the altar like a big bird, and headed towards Meng Chen to intercept him.

At the same time, the four golden-armored warriors guarding the four sides of the altar also surrounded Meng Chen with a "hula" sound.

However, their speed was obviously far inferior to Meng Chen's sword masterpiece.

Without waiting for the white-eyed old monk and the gold-armored warrior to arrive, Meng Chen's body was in a trance, and it had already turned into a blue and red light, and he left the altar with a "snort".

Now that he has used the dual-system sword embryo to perform the sword technique, he has been able to fly about two hundred meters at once.

Although this five-colored altar was large, it was only more than 100 meters in diameter, and Meng Chen was already under the altar as soon as he flew at will.

The white-eyed old monk who had already flown onto the altar was slightly stunned, his body spun, and he fell back from the altar and stood dozens of meters away from Meng Chen.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

On the stage, the armor of the golden-armored warrior rattled, and they came to stand down behind the old monk.

It was only at this time that the women in the audience reacted, and in the midst of screams, they ran in all directions.

However, these people seemed to have some kind of scruples, and after running a short distance, they stopped one after another, staring at this side from a distance.

"Who are you, why do you interfere with my 'celestial sacrifice?'"

The white-eyed old monk couldn't care about those women, and poked at Meng Chen and shouted.

"What is the purpose of the Celestial Sacrifice?"

Meng Chen's right hand was held one by one, and a big knife more than two meters long and cold appeared in his right hand, and then he smiled and asked the white-eyed old monk.

“......”

The white-eyed old monk stared, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Amitabha...... This fellow Daoist, the sacrifice of heaven and man is the tradition of our clan, although the old man does not know where you came from, but if you interfere with the sacrifice of our clan, you will be punished by the gods of our clan, please don't make a mistake!"

Slightly silent, the white-eyed old monk folded his hands and said to Meng Chen.

"Boom!"

Meng Chen slammed the Qinglong Knife in his hand to the ground, and continued with an unchanged expression: "Old monk, are you a monk or a Taoist?" I have no intention of interfering with your sacrifice, but if you want to sacrifice my sister, it will definitely not work." ”

"It turns out that Nie Qian is your sister...... white-eyed old monk glanced at the black vortex that was slowly disappearing, and then turned to Meng Chen and continued: "This friend, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding here. Ling Mei came to our 'Fog Hidden Paradise' and was favored by the gods of our clan, this is a good thing!

"Oh, I don't know who your god is, and how do you take a fancy to my sister? Since it's not a sacrifice, what do you want to do with my sister when you make this ritual?"

Meng Chen smiled.

"This ......"

The white-eyed old monk frowned.

"Old monk, I just take it as a misunderstanding. Now, tell me how to get out of here, and I'll act as if nothing had happened. ”

Meng Chen put away his smile.

"Hahaha...... "The white-eyed old monk suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter, "This friend, you have entered the Fog Hidden Paradise, do you still want to leave?"

"Take him!"

The old monk finished laughing, and immediately waved his right hand and gave an order to the four golden-armored warriors behind him.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Four golden-armored warriors immediately jumped out from behind him and surrounded Meng Chen.