"Hmm... But this spiritual power seems to contain some kind of fierce and evil intention, which is somewhat inconsistent with my peace-loving temperament... It doesn't matter, I just need to practice it a few more times in the future."

Jiang Ming felt it carefully for a moment, and felt relieved. This wave of improvement in cultivation was very stable, with almost no flaws, which showed that the quality of these sources of spiritual power was amazing. Even such a ferocious improvement did not leave any consequences. .

However, Jiang Ming soon discovered that after his cultivation increased, the changes in his Dantian did not stop, and the chaotic mist behind the spirit base still did not stop burning and smelting the mysterious seed.

Wisps of chaotic mist rush into the front from the back of the spirit base. While the seeds are being burned with light flames, wisps of chaotic mist are also slowly seeping into it.

The cyan seed that had previously had a halo of light was slowly changing at this time. The halo was restrained and became a little gray, as if it was returning to its original nature...

This situation is like these chaotic fogs finding a suitable residence, transforming it into a habitable place, and moving there.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this altar as fierce as Heijian said..." Jiang Ming became more and more satisfied with the altar under his feet. He squatted down and patted the table: "Brother, it's really interesting to give such a powerful seed. Send me a gift to improve my cultivation... I won’t say thank you for your kindness. If you need anything in the future, just come to me. As long as I can do it, I’ll do it for you!”

Peng...

The altar seemed to be angry and angry, and there was a sudden earthquake. Jiang Ming suddenly flew up in all directions, fell out of the altar, and fell onto the Hualing Grassland outside.

"Such a bad temper..." Jiang Ming almost dropped his head. He turned around and saw that the light and mist around the altar had completely dissipated. The entire altar had returned to its initial silence, and there was no longer anything. movement.

Jiang Ming even felt that the altar had become a little ethereal, empty and real, and seemed to be a little distant, and he wanted to distance himself...

"Do good deeds without expecting anything in return, and know how to keep a distance... you are really a good person!"

Jiang Ming sincerely praised.

"Brother... you're not dead?" The black sword flew from a distance and asked in surprise: "Did you encounter any danger on the altar?"

Jiang Ming quickly shook his head in displeasure: "You are not allowed to say that to Brother Tai, he is a good person!"

Wow...

Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly blurred. The figure of the altar became even more ethereal, as if it was at the end of the fog and could no longer be seen clearly.
Chapter completed!