Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Zhuo Yan froze as he prepared to blow the fire, "Master?"

Mo Jinghong stared at the altar above and said, "Zhuoyan, maybe we thought wrong. This altar may be suppressing the rotten air."

"But it's more than enough to destroy them with the power of Dao Dao, so why choose to suppress them?"

If you don't have the strength to get rid of something, you will choose to suppress it.

Mo Jinghong said in a deep voice: "It's not that the Dao suppressed them, but someone used the Dao Fa mechanism to suppress these rotten spirits, and they suppressed them by sacrificing the soul."

"Why should the rotten energy be suppressed here?" Zhuo Yan couldn't figure it out.

The Taoist organs set up on the avenue are so hidden that they can be found even if they are not mentioned.

There are actually people who use this mechanism to suppress the rotten spirit!

"The most dangerous place is the safest." As Mo Jinghong spoke, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Master, I'm a little confused. The altar is used to deprive you of luck. You said it's a good Tao, why do you want to take away the luck of your own plane? Who else? Would choose to suppress the rotten air in the Taoist organ? ?" Zhuo Yan felt like he was about to grow a brain.

A small plane is actually more complicated than the Immortal Realm!

"Sky Moon God."

"Is it him!? Then whose soul is he sacrificing?" Zhuoyan finished transmitting the message and realized that the soul sacrifice must be voluntary.

But within the Taoist organ, if so much rotten energy can be suppressed without touching the Great Dao, the person who sacrifices must be extremely powerful!

How could such a strong man be willing to sacrifice?

Mo Jinghong did not answer Zhuo Yan's question, but spread his consciousness to check the situation on the upper and lower altars.

The following illusion is only useful to living creatures.

The air of decay is not considered a living being and will not be affected by illusions.

There is no illusion above, but the evil energy existing above is stronger.

The source of the Immortal River is surrounded by evil, evil, and decaying auras.

Those cultivators who have taken a dip in the Immortal River have problems with their path to immortality.

According to the news from Qi, in addition to those who ascended, many people in the immortal world also take a dip in the immortal river.

No wonder there are fewer and fewer immortals who can go to the God Realm in recent years...

How can they become gods after their roots have been damaged?

The fewer people who become gods, it means that there are fewer gods grabbing opportunities.

Those who are strong at the top will get more opportunities and will become stronger and stronger.

By preying on the weak, the strong become stronger.

What a vicious conspiracy!

Mo Jinghong's eyes were filled with chills. If he and Qi hadn't appeared in this plane and interfered with their plan...

The creatures in the small world had no chance to resist.

Mo Jinghong's eyes fell on Feng Qingran, and the junior sister would definitely become a victim of this conspiracy!

"Master, Master, I have thought about whether the current Dao Dao is cooperating with the corrupt, so Lord Tianyue chose to suppress it..."

Zhuo Yan's voice paused, and Mo Jinghong looked slightly terrifying at this moment.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold and stern, and he returned to the feeling of life and death. He raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, and a breath overflowed, heading towards the rotten air under the altar.

The lump of rotten air dispersed the moment the breath approached.

"Zhuoyan, don't let them come up." Mo Jinghong said coldly.

Even at this moment, Mo Jinghong still took Feng Qingran into consideration and did not show any pressure.

Zhuo Yan obediently stared at the rotten air, and if any fish slipped through the net, they would all be set on fire.

Hurrah! ——

All the rotten air was wiped out before my eyes.

Mo Jinghong's expression returned to normal, he turned off the formation, and the marks between his eyebrows disappeared. Only then did he release his hand covering Feng Qingran's eyes.

Before, Mo Jinghong and Zhuo Yan communicated through sound transmission.

Feng Qingran only heard the sound of gravel falling and scorching flames spitting out fire.

When she opened her eyes, she saw two identical altars above and below, "Senior Brother Seventh, what is this?"

Mo Jinghong said solemnly: "The altar below is a reflection of the altar above."

Feng Qingran glanced down again, feeling like she was being stared into the abyss.

"The altar below Seventh Brother is a reflection. Does that mean it is an illusory existence?"

"Of course, do you still need to ask?" Zhuo Yan took the lead.

"But down there..." Feng Qingran raised her finger and pointed, and then said, "There is something climbing up the steps."

As soon as Feng Qingran said that, Zhuoyan could hear the sound of 'Xixissuosuo' ringing in his ears.

Zhuo Yan lowered his head and looked down, and the bird feathers all around him instantly exploded, "Master! He is an evolved rotten one!"

Densely packed, piles of disgusting rotten people are coming up.

It seemed that Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong were regarded as prey.

Only when the air of decay enters the body of a living being and is cultivated by the body can it become a corrupt person.

But there is no life below, how could it be cultivated by so many rotten people?

It’s scary to think about it behind the scenes!

Zhuo Yan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At this time, Feng Qingran was a few steps away from Zhuoyan, and a small fire man appeared in his palm.

As soon as the little fire man came out, the rotten ones below stopped for a moment, and then continued to climb up.

There are probably too many steps.

No matter how fast they move, they have only climbed a third of the steps.

"Feng Qingran, why are you hesitating? Burn it quickly! Don't look at it far away from you, this thing can actually fly!" Zhuoyan's voice was slightly sharp.

It's really disgusting and rotten.

Even though it likes to eat bugs, it has no appetite at all when looking at the rotten ones.

Zhuoyan shouted, already starting to spray flames downwards.

It's not that Feng Qingran doesn't want to take action, it's just that she doesn't have immortal power and can't activate the strange fire for a long time.

She took out the strange fire, just to shock her for a while and give her more time to think.

Feng Qingran once again realized the importance of being strong.

Mo Jinghong saw Feng Qingran's problem at a glance. He could directly refine various qi, but Feng Qingran could not.

Feng Qingran has not yet found a way to cultivate immortal power.

Strength must be limited.

Mo Jinghong originally wanted to get rid of the rotten ones.

Feng Qingran made the first move. Feng Qingran waved his hand, and there was a wine jar in his hand!

Zhuoyan:? ? ?

Was Feng Qingran scared out of his wits?

Want to drink to strengthen your courage?

Feng Qingran ignored Zhuo Yan's actions, opened the jar and poured the wine down.

Looking at the small wine jar, there was a steady stream of wine coming out.

Blah blah blah! ——

The wine kept slipping down.

The rotten ones were all tainted with wine.

Zhuo Yan looked at Feng Qingran dumbfounded.

"What are you waiting for? Keep spraying." Feng Qingran said.

Zhuo Yan calmed down and although he didn't understand what Feng Qingran wanted to do, he still did it.

This time Zhuoyan spit out a ball of fire.

Suddenly, fire burst into the sky below.

Zizizi! ——

Chirp! ——

In the blink of an eye, most of the rotten ones were eliminated.

Zhuo Yan was shocked and even doubted life. The simple and unpretentious way seemed to be more effective than his strength?

Burning Flame seems to have opened a new world!

"Feng Qingran, hurry up and make another jar, I want to burn these things to death! Hahaha..."