After a long time, Meng Zhou shook his head fiercely and forcibly withdrew his thoughts from the group of sculptures on this strange altar.

"Yaya, where is the delicious food?"

Although, Meng Zhou can basically confirm that what provoked Yaya's huge reaction was this strange altar.

But what exactly was on the altar, Meng Zhou didn't know, and he didn't bother to look for it slowly, so he asked directly.

"This is the altar." Yaya's voice sounded in Meng Zhou's heart.

Meng Zhou was surprised, "You mean the entire altar?" ”

"Hmm." Yaya answered very simply.

Meng Zhou thought about it and simply shared his "vision" with Yaya.

"You take a look at it again?"

Because Yaya, which exists as a rope, is very different from the world it perceives and the world that Meng Zhou sees.

In order to avoid the situation where everyone said their own words and the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth, Meng Zhou decided to be a little more detailed on this issue.

The girl replied without the slightest hesitation: "It's the whole altar." ”

Meng Zhou nodded solemnly, looked at the altar in the Bright Moon Mirror, and fell into deep thought.

He had already tried it just now, and through the Bright Moon Mirror, he could only "see" this altar, and could not perform other operations, let alone shake it in the slightest.

- On a normal occasion, he can use some means to intervene indirectly or even directly in the things he observes in the bright moon mirror.

Meng Zhou just stared at the altar in the bright moon mirror, looking and looking.

The altar in the Bright Moon Mirror is exactly the same as when it first appeared, motionless and unchanged.

Only Meng Zhou, whose soul power was rapidly depleting, knew that he had already performed the method of reversing the Circle Light through the Bright Moon Mirror, and the traces of time around the altar had been traced back to fifty years ago.

At this moment, Meng Zhou's heart suddenly moved.

It has been going back quickly, but in the picture observed by the bright moon mirror, the altar that has always remained unchanged has finally changed differently for the first time.

Soon, the specific process of this change has been clearly reflected in Meng Zhou's heart.

I saw three groups of sculptures on the triangular pedestal, and at the same time, there was a slight flickering of light, and there was an inexplicable smoke that gathered from nowhere, falling on the specific sculptures.

Some of the smoke was so thick that it even obscured the entire sculpture.

For example, the statue of twisted hatred, the statue of ferocity and rage, the statue of tending to plants, the statue of forging utensils......

Among them, the smoke was the thickest, but the statue at the top of the altar sat cross-legged with its eyes closed, practicing the sermon, completely submerged in the thick smoke, and obscured the entire top of the altar, including the statue of the sermon.

But there are also some statues, the smoke is very light, or even none.

For example, the statue of the nets of fishing and hunting, the statue of graffiti on the rock wall......

Seeing this, Meng Zhou had some vague realization in his heart.

"These statues correspond to certain professions and certain paths."

"The more people who do it, the thicker the smoke."

"The fewer people who do it, the lighter the smoke."

"If the doers are completely cut off, then there will be no smoke at all?"

The thought in his heart floated, looking at these smokes, Meng Zhou naturally thought of one, incense.

However, this is not exactly the same as the "incense" in his cognition, which is very different.

In short, it's special.

The next moment, Meng Zhou's expression suddenly froze.

He clearly saw that the smoke that appeared around the statues was attached to the surface of the statues.

The process is as natural as a thick mist condensed into droplets.

The droplets condensed on the surface of the statues from the inexplicable smoke were like drops of crystal clear water, but they looked more delicate and viscous than the water droplets, like melted hot wax, flowing down the sculpture and onto the altar pedestal.

Then, they spread evenly across the surface of the altar.

Starting with the three sculptures on the pedestal, the sermon at the apex of the altar, the four points of the altar, and finally, this strange thing covers the entire altar evenly.

Because it is transparent, viscous and delicate, when it is evenly covered on the surface of the altar like hot wax, it is like a thin film coating the entire altar.

Even if it is surrounded by hot magma, as this "thin film" covers it, it will naturally give people a cold and comfortable feeling.

It seems that this "film" can help him balance this excessively hot environment from the senses.

If Meng Zhou hadn't witnessed the whole process of this "hot wax lamination", he would still not have discovered that the secret was that the entire altar was covered with a layer of "film".

Who knows?

Not to mention that Meng Zhou hadn't paid much attention to this before, even if he did, he would only think that this altar was originally like this.

"That's what made the girl hungry."

"No wonder Yaya would say it's the whole altar."

The smoke dissipated completely, and the altar returned to its original state, with no anomalies to be seen.

If you compare carefully, you can see that before and after the appearance of the smoke, the "film" on the surface of the altar has become slightly thicker.

Meng Zhou's attention all fell on this layer of "altar film".

After a while, Meng Zhou's expression changed slightly.

Before, he did not know the peculiarity of this "film".

Now, he's seen the whole process.

Through the changes before and after this "mulching", Meng Zhou can basically determine in his heart that the "film" that is now covering the surface of this altar is the result of about three "mulching".

The premise is that the changes are similar every time the lamination is made.

In Meng Zhou's heart, many speculations were born.

"Why only three times?"

"Where did you go?"

"Or did this altar only have time to 'coat' it three times?"

All sorts of thoughts came flooding back.

Soon, Meng Zhou shook his head fiercely, and said in his heart: "What do you want to do so much, just go and see." ”

The biggest problem is that the scene in front of me happened 54 years ago.

If he wants to go back to the cause, he has to go back at least a hundred years.

This was beyond the limit of what Meng Zhou's soul power could support.

"It's not a big problem, though."

Meng Zhou's thought moved, and a pitch-black doll model like a child's toy appeared in Meng Zhou's hand.

This is the Divine Soul Armor obtained from Yan Zhuang, this strange thing that originally contained all kinds of hidden dangers has been repeatedly cleaned by Meng Zhou with the Bead Fetal Soul Washing Secret Method.

In this sea of consciousness space of the Divine Soul Armor, there are not only the remnants of the soul power cloud in Yan Zhuang, but also the soul power cloud with even more amazing reserves.

Originally, these soul power clouds were full of filthy power, not to mention being used by him, it was good not to bite him in turn.

But now, all these hidden dangers of filth have been washed away under the great power of life.

Meng Zhou continued to use the means of time regression on the altar through the Bright Moon Mirror, sixty years ago, seventy years ago, eighty years ago......

The more time passes, the more terrifying the consumption of soul power becomes.

However, Meng Zhou's own soul power had already stopped being consumed, and the cloud of soul power in the Divine Soul Armor Consciousness Sea Space began to slowly decrease at a visible speed.

At the beginning, Yan Zhuang used this thing to "open and hang", relying on the soul power storage that had been stored for nearly two hundred years after the foundation was built, and traced the time back to one hundred and fifty or sixty years ago, so as to trace the traces of the "true spirit of ancient paintings".

The Divine Soul Armor used by Yan Zhuang was still incomplete, and there was a large area of the Sea of Consciousness space that was closed to him, and he didn't know about its existence until he died.

Meng Zhou believed that with the complete version in his hands, his cultivation was also higher than that of Yan Zhuang before the fall, and he would definitely be able to do better than him.

Fast back in time.

Eighty years ago, ninety years ago, a hundred years ago, one hundred and ten years ago......

The altar, as always, has not undergone any changes.

In the Bright Moon Mirror, the image of the altar is always still.

Until the time goes back one hundred and fourteen years.

Meng Zhou once again saw a similar scene when time went back to fifty-four years ago.

In a group of statues, the smoke suddenly rose and filled, some more, some less, and some simply none.

Crystal droplets began to condense on the surface of the statue, and these droplets slid down the statue onto the surface of the altar, covering the entire altar with a thin film like hot wax.

Soon, Meng Zhou continued to backtrack, and more soul power clouds were used as "fuel" and were consumed at a faster rate.

"It's been exactly sixty years."

"So, does this happen every 60 years?"

Meng Zhou thought so in his heart.

This scene easily reminded him of the three altars related to the statue of the god of hatred found in Tianqi Mountain, Wumeng Sea, and Kurosawahara.

The phantom of the god of hatred will be revealed and harvested every eight, ten, or twelve years.

And this altar has a smoke gathering once every sixty years.

At that time, when the light went back to one hundred and forty years ago, the remaining soul power cloud in Yanzhuang was completely consumed.

Meng Zhou's heart tightened slightly, but he quickly relaxed.

Right next to the remaining soul power cloud in Yan Zhuang, there was another soul power cloud with even more amazing reserves.

Even now, every year back, the burning cloud of soul power is very amazing.

However, with the scale of that soul power cloud, it can still hold on in a short period of time.

Before you know it, you go back 174 years.

Meng Zhou once again witnessed a scene similar to that of fifty-four years ago and one hundred and fourteen years ago.

On the triangular base and the top of the altar, smoke suddenly rose.

Then, a thin film evenly covers the entire altar.

Meng Zhou looked at the altar before this change had taken place.

The pitch-black altar was surrounded by blazing magma, and even looking at this altar through the bright moon mirror, it made people feel an extreme heat.

It's like looking at a boulder exposed to the scorching sun, and the feeling of heat in your heart will naturally arise.

The feeling of looking at this altar is similar, and the feeling is even more extreme.

That cold feeling came after the appearance of this strange film.

Meng Zhou didn't know if this thing had other properties, and this alone was enough to amaze people.

Soon, Meng Zhou cheered up, and the time went back to continue to advance to the longer past.

He believed that the doubts in his mind would be answered in the next cycle, if there was indeed another cycle.

And the accident came earlier than Meng Zhou expected.

When the light went back to one hundred and seventy-eight years ago, Meng Zhou's eyes suddenly froze, and he looked at the scene presented by the bright moon mirror in surprise.

In the hot magma, which was surging like a torrent forever, a humanoid silhouette suddenly appeared.

Around the silhouette of the humanoid, there was a white flame stream, distinguishing it from the surrounding red magma.

The silhouette of a humanoid figure like a stream of white flames emerged from the crimson magma and came near the altar.

Swim around the altar and leave.

From the trajectory of the humanoid silhouette before it finally left, and looking back, Meng Zhou seemed to feel an emotion called "disappointment".

Then, the silhouette of the figure vanished.

It has not been seen for 178 years since then, and until now.

"What is this?"

"Yes, is it a person? Used some kind of means of walking freely into the fire? ”

"What is he doing here?"

"Isn't that the film coming for you?"

All kinds of thoughts stirred and collided in Meng Zhou's heart.

However, Meng Zhou quickly suppressed the emotions in his heart, and the time went back to continue.

One hundred and eighty years ago......

Two hundred years ago......

Two hundred and twenty years ago......

At that time, after the light went back to two hundred years ago, the consumption of the soul power cloud became more intense.

Meng Zhou estimated that at this growth rate, the majestic soul power cloud accumulated in the Divine Soul Armor would at most support him to go back to two hundred and eighty or ninety years ago, and he would definitely not be able to pass the hurdle of three hundred years.

Fortunately, Meng Zhou did not plan to go back three hundred years.

Two hundred and thirty-four years ago.

In the altar, smoke rose again.

Meng Zhou finally confirmed that this inexplicable smoke did appear in a cycle of sixty years.

The only difference from the three times he had seen fifty-four, one hundred and fourteen years ago, and one hundred and seventy-four years ago was that not long after the condensed film of smoke had covered the entire altar, a humanoid silhouette with an orange flame stream appeared from the red magma.

He came to the altar and swam around it, and the characteristic film that had just covered the surface of the altar was peeled off in one piece, and was grouped into a ball about the size of a basketball.

The humanoid silhouette of the Orange Flame Stream thrust the ball into its abdomen, and then didn't stop, plunging straight into the red magma and leaving the area.

"Shh

The scene of going back in time is frozen in this moment.

Meng Zhou let out a long sigh, he didn't continue to waste his precious soul power storage and continued to go back further.

The remaining cloud of soul power may be able to support him to push back time for another sixty years.

But Meng Zhou felt that there was no need for this.

He could even imagine that two hundred and ninety-four years ago, there was a high probability that something similar to what he had just seen would happen here.

Now, Meng Zhou is only thinking about one thing in his heart:

"Are those two human figures the same person, or are they two different people?"

"If it's two different people, do they belong to the same force, or are they two different forces?"

Two hundred and thirty-four years ago, the humanoid silhouette formed by the Orange Flame Stream appeared shortly after the formation of the strange film, and the strange film was taken away.

Based on this, Meng Zhou speculated that in each of the previous cycles, soon after the strange film was condensed, such a person would appear and take away this special resource.

And the humanoid silhouette formed by the white flame stream that appeared one hundred and seventy-eight years ago is not in this special cycle.

In fact, as long as the other party comes four years late, he can get a harvest and not run in vain.

This shows from the side that he may have a knowledge here, but he also has a limited understanding.

"Why has no one come to collect this harvest since 174 years ago, three times in a row?" Such a question arose in Meng Zhou's mind.

Soon, Meng Zhou thought of another thing.

One hundred and seventy-five years ago, the Star Palace urgently withdrew all the disciples of the foreign sect, including Yan Zhuang, and closed the mountain to this day.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhou's heart suddenly froze.

Combined with the news of the Star Palace, the appearance of the humanoid silhouette of the white flame stream seems to have a new explanation.

"A recall order was issued in the Star Palace, and it appeared three years ago when the mountain was closed and defended...... This is, know what in advance, so, come and try your luck? ”

Some thoughts swirled in Meng Zhou's heart, the lightless spaceship had been put into the spirit space by him, and his body fell straight towards the crater below.

At the moment when Meng Zhou's figure was about to enter the crater, the Little Divine Power Five Elements Escape quietly activated.

Meng Zhou, whose body was jumping freely between the real world and the real world, suddenly seemed to turn into a translucent phantom, falling lightly towards the crimson magma pool below.

The crimson clouds that had been so lethal that had accumulated over the years that the earth's fire power had accumulated over the years did not hurt him in the slightest, as if he had fallen into the rolling and tumbling red magma.

The crimson magma rolling underneath him did not change in the slightest, as if what fell into it was just an image.

In fact, this phantom does not exist in the eyes of others.

Even if someone uses the means of going back in time, they can't dig up any traces of him at this moment.

With the Five Elements Retreat, he has naturally merged with the void and magma.

Falling into the crimson magma, Meng Zhou's figure sank rapidly, and he soon saw the altar.

Soon, Meng Zhou came to the altar.

Sticking to the surface of the altar, he really came into contact with that strange film, but in such an environment, Meng Zhou really felt a cold and soft touch that was slightly lower than the normal temperature.

"Yaya, is this the thing?" Meng Zhou asked in his heart.

"Hmm." Yaya replied in his heart.

So, how should it be charged?

With this in mind, the film seemed to have sensed his thoughts, and it was easily peeled off from the surface of the altar.

Meng Zhou was extremely surprised in his heart.

The thought moved again, and the huge membrane quickly shrank into a ball slightly larger than three basketballs.

After putting this ball into the Linghu space, Meng Zhou did not stay and left this place directly.

……

Far away from this crater, Meng Zhou took out the lightless spaceship and continued to move quickly.

"Is there only one such altar?

Or are there many, like those altars of the Sect of Hatred? (End of chapter)