Elder Qian said to everyone with a gloomy face: "This is not a solution. This altar has obviously been used by someone to form the center of the formation. In fact, it has always existed!"

Everyone gasped, especially Old Ghost Qi, who said in doubt, "If it was used by someone, doesn't that mean this altar actually existed long before the Sealed Land?"

Lu Qiju looked towards the altar with a gloomy and uncertain expression, nodded and said: "It does seem so. What kind of existence is this? It has been sealed for so many years."

"Seal?" The eyelashes of the Saint of Qianling jumped, and she said, "That's right, this is a sealed place, and there may be danger inside."

At this point, the Saintess Qianling and Elder Qian looked at each other, and it was obvious that they both remembered the Tianyanshu of the elder of the ancient spirit tribe at the same time.

At this moment, an angry voice roared: "Whatever the hell this place is, it killed my brother, I will destroy this damn place."

Boom! A figure suddenly rushed towards the altar. A violent force burst out from this person, and waves of aura swept across the world. It was obvious that he was a powerful person.

“Mahayana stage!”

Qian Lao and the others were shocked and shouted in horror: "Asshole, what are you doing!"

"Quick, stop him!" The Thousand Spirit Saint suddenly exclaimed, leaped up and rushed towards the man.

But the speed of Qianling Saint Maiden was no match for a powerful person in the Mahayana stage. Seeing that Qian Lao and others were also one step late, she hurriedly shouted: "Not good, retreat quickly!"

Everyone was startled. Although they were shocked, they did not retreat immediately.

It was obvious that the Thousand Spirit Saint Woman had little influence. How could everyone retreat easily when faced with such a place with such treasures?

Even Qing Lin sneered and shook his head, saying, "These people are too timid. If this altar could be broken by a powerful Mahayana cultivator, would my Lin Clan still wait for them to come?"

Hong Qiu curled his lips and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know how many times I have used this level of attack. Not to mention breaking the altar, I can't even make a sound. Qinglin, in what kind of embarrassing posture do you think this person will be bounced back?"

"Maybe it's dog chewing shit?"

"I think it should be the big wheel. Hehe, I like this posture the best."

Qinglin glanced at Hongqiu with disdain, and looked at the powerful Mahayana master with disdain.

Elder Qian hesitated for a moment, turned around and looked at the anxious Saint Qianling strangely, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, judging from the aura erupting from the altar, it is impossible for this person to break the altar."

The Saint of Qianling shook her head, bit her lip and said, "I... have a bad feeling!"

In the distance of the sealed land, Yang Zhen took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed. The Desolate Heaven True Pattern emitted bursts of light with a humming sound, merged into his hand, and disappeared.

Snap!

Yang Zhen fell to the ground, coughed, and muttered to himself: "Damn, it's too troublesome to collect the Desolate Heaven True Pattern. This Sao Saint was actually seriously injured. It seems that the Dragon Elephant Shocking Prison Body of this third dragon elephant is not powerful enough. I have to find a way to improve it."

"Boy, how is it?" The mean cat came up to him doubtfully, with a look of surprise on his face.

Yang Zhen glanced at the mean cat and said, "You three, help me protect the law. I need to recover. I was almost drained from digging grass."

The mean cat giggled, and the bitch looked at Yang Zhen with a gloating expression.

"Hehehe, hehehe." Daquejian seemed to have taken a liking to this kind of irritating laugh recently, and Yang Zhen's mouth twitched when he heard it.

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to feed it another source of heavenly tribulation. Its IQ is neither high nor low, and it's really too cheap to laugh at it.

What Zhen Ji Mao Jian didn't expect was that the moment the Desolate Sky True Pattern disappeared, there was a sudden violent energy fluctuation on the altar where Hua Youyue and others were, and the creepy aura actually cracked inch by inch.

"not good!"

Everyone's face turned pale with fright, and they looked in horror at the Mahayana monk who was killed with a single sword strike.

"Stop right there, motherfucker!"

The hearts of the rest of the people were about to jump out of their chests. With strange cries, they all rushed towards the Mahayana strong man, not caring about their own cultivation level or whether they could defeat the Mahayana strong man.

Qinglin's eyes almost popped out of his head. He tripped over a big rock and fell flat on his face. He roared, "Quick, go and notify the tribesmen!"

Hong Qiu's face turned pale, and he was so frightened that he said, "Damn it, this human warrior is quite fierce. How did he do it?"

As he spoke, Hongqiu rolled and crawled away into the distance behind him.

Boom! A series of earth-shattering noises were heard, and violent waves of air burst out in all directions. A strange aura that made everyone shudder slowly emerged from under the altar.

"Haha, haha. Haha."

The entire world seemed to be shrouded in a dull aura of death, and bursts of low, terrifying laughter came from all directions.

"Haha, haha. Haha."

The sounds continued one after another, and even Yang Zhen, Jianmao and others could hear them clearly.

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Yang Zhen looked at the direction where the sound came from with a confused look on his face, muttering to himself, "Holy crap, there really is a laugh like the one coming from a villain?"

"Haha, haha. Haha."

This sound seemed to be able to shock the mind, and everyone felt like it was difficult to breathe.

"Hehehe, hehehe."

This... this is the Daque Sword that came out of nowhere. Yang Zhen grabbed this bastard in his hand, shook his arm, and a ball of black light suddenly burst out from the Daque Sword.

"Let's go and see what's laughing so ugly."

Somewhere in the sealed area, Bai Xian's whole body trembled, and he looked at the direction of the formation's center with a pale face, gritted his teeth, and leaped towards that direction.

Boom! A loud noise that shook the earth was heard, and the altar cracked inch by inch, revealing a black hole as dark as ink, emitting endless black light, shrouding the air.

“Hehehe, hehehe…”

There were sounds of laughter coming from the underworld, making everyone feel horrified.

“Damn it, who knows this Mahayana strongman, he actually broke the altar. Now, if there are some evil creatures inside, then... then... what is that?”

Click, click.

A low sound of footsteps was heard, and everyone walked towards the endless black hole that appeared on the altar with an uncertain look on their faces.

"After so many years, I finally came out. Hey, there are so many people welcoming me. Hmm, are they from the human race?"

The voice was hoarse, like the sound of sand and gravel rubbing against each other. As the heavy footsteps sounded, a figure as black as ink appeared in front of everyone.

"What...what kind of creature is this?"

Everyone looked at the arrogant 'person' in front of them with horror, their expressions showing deep fear.

The creature in front of him, who could barely be called a human, was skinny as a stick, pitch black all over, with skin as smooth and sticky as a loach, and his hands were so long that they actually hung down to his calves when he stood.

Seeing this person appear, Qian Lao and others exclaimed: "Spiritual Transformation Stage!"

(End of this chapter)