There are nearly three hundred great saints from the dead clan, gathered near the altar, using the power of death thoughts to continue carving inscriptions.

With each additional inscription, the power of the altar becomes stronger.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Why did you build a death altar?"

Qiyang said with a rather proud smile: "This death altar was built by His Highness Prajna, and it has divine and unpredictable power. With it, we can overwhelm the entire Shuntian battlefield. Even if Emperor Chi comes, we will not be able to defeat him."

A dead end."

Qiyang threw dozens of holy corpses to a great saint of the dead. He raised his head and looked at the death altar that exuded a terrible aura. He said: "His Royal Highness Prajna is a prodigy in the Temple of Destiny. Only she,

Only then can such a magnificent masterpiece be built in such a short period of time.”

"Is this the secret weapon you use to conquer Dark Star No. 7?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qiyang was worried that Zhang Ruochen would destroy the altar, so he suppressed his smile and said quickly: "The death altar is basically completed and has the power of self-defense. Great Sage Ruochen must not take action rashly."

"What if I insist on taking action?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Qi Yang said anxiously: "There are nearly three hundred dead saints near the death altar. If Chen, great saint, you just activate your power, they will react, release the power of death, and combine with the death altar.

Together."

"The death thoughts of nearly three hundred great saints are gathered together, and coupled with the increase of the altar, the power that bursts out, with the current cultivation level of the great saint Ruochen, I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand it."

Immediately afterwards, Qiyang bowed his body and said quickly: "I definitely have no intention of threatening the Great Sage. I am only thinking about the safety of the Great Sage and my own life."

The beautiful figure of Prajna walked out of a gray light door under the altar and looked at the two of them.

Qi Yang felt the sensation and quickly stood up straight again. A smile appeared on his handsome face and said: "I have seen His Highness Prajna, and His Highness has become more and more beautiful and beautiful. He is as bright as the moon in the sky..."

Prajna has a tall figure, with streams of Styx water flowing around him, and every inch of his skin is emitting the holy light of destiny, which is in sharp contrast to the lifeless environment here.

Her eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen and said: "It turns out that the Son of the Source Demon God is also here. I have something to ask you. Follow me into the altar."

After saying that, Prajna took the lead and walked into the altar.

Qiyang stared at Zhang Ruochen's side face and was stunned for a moment.

Oh my god!

If he were outside the death altar, Zhang Ruochen would certainly not be able to destroy the altar. However, once he entered the interior, the altar's self-defense would be ineffective. With Zhang Ruochen's terrifying cultivation, they could climb onto the altar that the three tribes had worked so hard to build.

I'm afraid it will be demolished soon.

More importantly, there are secret patterns all over the altar, and even the gods cannot detect what is happening inside.

Zhang Ruochen came here just for Prajna. What if after entering the altar, he becomes obsessed with lust and does something reckless?

Prajna is simply luring the wolf into the house.

Qiyang was extremely anxious and wanted to reveal Zhang Ruochen's identity several times, but he restrained himself because the image of the tragic death of the Son of the Origin Demon emerged in his mind.

That scene will probably shadow him for the rest of his life.

"I will not disturb the Great Sage and His Highness Prajna."

Qiyang turned around to leave, but found that he could not move. Zhang Ruochen's voice rang in his ears: "You go in with me. If you dare to escape or want to reveal my identity, I can guarantee that you will die worse than the Demon God."

The child is even worse."

"I...I don't want to disturb you..."

Qi Yang looked miserable and followed Zhang Ruochen into the altar.

In the altar, the rules of heaven and earth are chaotic.

One by one, the holy sources emit bright brilliance and release a large number of rules of the holy way, creating a chaotic and chaotic environment.

The ground is a liquid plane like water. When you step on it, ripples will appear.

Prajna holds the blue-brown destiny disk and stands in the center. With a slight stroke of her jade hand, the bright door to the true self appears.

"Come with me into the door of your true self," she said.

Qiyang was curious and asked: "The door to the true self is intertwined with the rules of fate. Inside is the true world of His Highness Prajna. Why do we enter?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just go in."

Immediately, Prajna's gaze fell on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took the lead and walked in.

Qiyang thought secretly in his heart, "Could it be that His Highness Prajna is extremely intelligent and has seen through Zhang Ruochen's true face, so he wants to trap him in the world of his true self?"

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He quickly followed it and stepped into the door of his true self.

Inside the Gate of True Self, there is another scene, a vast expanse of white, with only a white stone island suspended in it.

The sky is always raining.

Rain is also white.

"Didi!"

Zhang Ruochen stood on the island, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain, smelled the fragrance approaching, and said: "It is said that every monk can cultivate a world of his own. Whatever the heart is like, the world will be like. I don't know.

Thinking about it, your world is so simple and pale. Why is there no vitality at all?"

Prajna stood next to Zhang Ruochen, staring straight ahead, with long and curved eyelashes, and said: "The more I think about it, the more mistakes I make. I am not really simple and pale, I just have to choose this way."

"Can't we just let the rain stop for a while?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "Why stop? I think it's good."

Qiyang stood aside and had no idea what they were saying, but he instinctively felt that Prajna and Zhang Ruochen were both weird.

The two of them, in Qiyang's opinion, one is as cold as ice and the other is ruthless.

At this moment, how do you look at it, how pretentious it is.

Prajna usually communicates with the Son of the Demon God, but this is not the case at all.

When Zhang Ruochen killed the Son of the Origin Demon God, he was never as calm and gentle as he is now.

Suddenly, Prajna asked Zhang Ruochen a question that made Qiyang's heart tremble: "Is the Son of the Origin Demon still alive?"

"Already dead!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Prajna said: "Because of Kunlun Realm, can you kill him?"

"Because of myself."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want her to continue asking, "How did you see through my invisible and formless thirty-six transformations?"

"Do you think I am still the same person I used to be? In fact, I don't need to look. When you appear in front of me, I know that that person is you. A person can change anything, but as long as the heart remains unchanged, he will definitely change.

There is a feeling." Prajna said.

The more Qiyang listened, the more something was wrong. He felt that he had heard words he shouldn't have heard, and knew things he shouldn't have known. His whole body was filled with chills, and he felt like a disaster was imminent.

"Boom!"

He knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Second... bit, I didn't hear anything, and I don't know anything. Can you please let me leave the real world now? I have no interest in your secrets at all."

Zhang Ruochen seemed unable to hear what he said and said, "I came to you this time just to clarify a question."

"What question?"

"Why did Emperor Chi appear on the battlefield of Huntian? Is it a chess set by the empress?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

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Chapter completed!