When Shantai and others opened the altar, Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng quietly came to Mo Han and prepared to enter it together with Mo Han.
"Xiao Lingzi, please quickly calculate whether it will be dangerous for us to go inside. If there is danger, let Xiaohan go in alone. Anyway, he is an invincible Xiaoqiang, and he is not afraid of any danger no matter how great it is." Wei Su
Seeing the three Shantai people losing their vitality, their little faces became nervous.
Qi Ling glared at Wei Su angrily: "Are there people like you? We cultivators are always going against the will of nature. If you are afraid of danger, you are just a fool to practice. But what you said is quite right. Anyway, Xiaohan
It’s Xiaoqiang who can’t be beaten to death. Xiaohan can go in alone and bring out the treasures for us.”
The solemn atmosphere caused by the physical changes of Shantai and the others disappeared with Wei Su Qiling's two words, and everyone relaxed. Even Sha Yuwei, who was quietly standing next to Shantai and the others, frowning slightly.
I couldn't help but smile.
More and more mysterious syllables came out of the mouths of the three Shantai, and their voices became louder and louder. It was as if the voice could penetrate time and space, resounding throughout the world and resounding in the souls of every cultivator.
Loud like thunder.
Streams of black and white mist rose from the black stones in the hands of Shantai and the others, and instantly spread to the surrounding five meters.
A black and white altar with a length, width and 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, just like the blood vessels and tendons all over the heart.
Although the altar looks very rough, as if it is the graffiti of a powerful person, when people's eyes fall on it, they immediately feel a ferocious aura rushing straight into their minds, trying to crush people's consciousness and souls.
, reduced to a killing machine.
Immediately afterwards, another pure and gentle breath rushed into people's minds along the path of the ferocious breath, instantly clearing the ferocious breath from people's minds and restoring clarity to their minds.
"Everyone close their eyes, and don't watch until the altar is stable." On the altar, the Qing Emperor hunched over, and an old voice came from his mouth and reached 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.
Mo Han's original black pupils gradually turned red under the alternating black and white atmosphere of the altar, and his whole body was very unstable. It even made Sha Yuwei, who was facing him, feel a heavy crisis, as if she was not facing a person.
A person is not a cultivator whose cultivation level is less than the golden elixir stage, nor is he Mo Han. Rather, he is an ancient behemoth that is about to wake up, overlooking the entire world with its wild aura.
"Please give us a helping hand from the ten fellow Taoists from the human race." The three Qing Emperors standing at the altar are now skinny and skinny. They used to look like strong young men, but now they are gloomy, as if they will die at any time.
The helmsmen of the nine major human forces and Sha Yuwei woke up immediately. When they saw the appearance of the three people on the altar, they were startled. Without time to think about other things, they flew up to the altar and immediately took action, placing their arms in the posture of the Qing Emperor and the others.
Set on dark rocks.
With the input of the energy of the ten helmsmen of the human race, the dark stone exploded with a soft buzzing sound.
The black-and-white altar stabilized instantly, and its color turned gray, like an inconspicuous stone abandoned on the roadside that had weathered the weather.
A staircase with only nine steps quietly appeared from the top of the altar and extended to the ground.
The three Qing Emperors and the ten human race members retracted their arms at the same time, exited the altar and sat cross-legged.
This sitting lasted for an entire hour. The ten helmsmen of the human race were the first to wake up, followed closely by the Qing Emperor.
"Any cultivator who has reached the golden elixir stage is not allowed to step onto the altar. Others can do whatever they want!" After Qingdi said this, his body swayed and he fell to the ground. If it weren't for Sha Yuwei who was standing beside him and stretched out his hand.
If we help him in time, perhaps a generation of prophets will disappear.
Mo Han didn't seem to hear Qing Emperor's voice. He didn't greet Qi Ling and the others, and just walked towards the altar minding his own business.
There are only nine steps on the ladder. It is very slow for everyone to climb up. Anyone who has not climbed the steps will not understand it. But after they climb the steps, they will not feel any sense of this slowness, but they will also enjoy it.
Above the altar is an entire teleportation array. All cultivators who climb up the nine steps will be teleported directly out the moment they reach the altar.
"Xiao Lingzi, do you feel that something is wrong with Xiao Han?" Wei Su said suddenly, looking at Mo Han's back.
"What's wrong? Don't be suspicious and follow him quickly." Qi Ling patted Wei Su on the shoulder, blinked, and immediately followed Mo Han without saying a word.
On the other side of the teleportation array is an empty hall. The light in the hall is very dim. Although it is not that you can't see your fingers, it is not far away. Four huge candles are burning with dim flames, flickering non-stop.
Perhaps because no one has been there all year round, the atmosphere in the hall is a bit eerie, but what is puzzling is that the hall is spotless and very clean.
Two huge statues are located at the end of the hall. One has two wings on its ribs and looks like an ox. Its two sharp horns stick straight into the sky, and its ferocious aura rushes towards the face. It is exactly what Mo Han has seen Qiongqi look like. The other one is like Qiongqi.
It is a combination of lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales and ox tail. The tail is hairy like a dragon tail and has one horn. The breath that spreads all over the body is gentle and warm, making people feel endless warmth.
Four huge candles surround the two statues like four pillars, preventing their auras from completely leaking out. Even if they occasionally leak out, they neutralize each other and cannot cause damage to the main hall.
The walls of the main hall are carved with pictures one after another, which tell two different stories. One side of the Qiongqi statue describes Qiongqi's harm to the world, and mankind rose up to resist; one side of the Qilin statue describes Qilin's kindness.
All over the world, mankind moves forward with gratitude.
All cultivators who entered the hall were attracted by the murals on the walls. Many cultivators even sat down cross-legged and entered the state of enlightenment.
Mo Han came to the main hall and turned a blind eye to the murals on the walls. He stared straight ahead and walked towards the two statues step by step.
Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng followed Mo Han. They caught a glimpse of the murals on the wall. Even with just one glance, they instantly understood what they had failed to understand during their cultivation.
The three of them looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. They wanted to stop and quietly comprehend like other cultivators. They believed that as long as they were given enough time, they could even directly break through and advance to Yuan Yuan.
There is no problem in the infant stage, or even in the spiritual stage.
But they looked at Mo Han's advancing back, hesitated for a long time, and followed Mo Han silently. After all, the three of them had already seen that Mo Han was not normal at this time, and they were worried about letting him go alone.