Fang Ping took a quick look and found that there were probably no less than 300 of them.

Some of these skeletons were lying on the ground, with their heads facing the direction of the altar, as if they were worshiping.

"Is this a formation? It's similar to Mo Wenjian's Imperial Tomb. It extracts the power of these bones and nourishes the bead?"

Fang Ping is not an ignorant person now, he can guess the general idea at a glance.

Over the years, Wu Mian and these people have not been working here, but they have been manipulating this formation, extracting the power of the dead, and cultivating that thing, which may be the so-called Demon King's treasure.

"What a big deal!"

This gesture is really big!

Bigger than Mo Wenjian!

This so-called divine sect uses the corpses of hundreds of true gods and even emperor-level powerful men to cultivate a single bead. I am afraid that only the battle between the North and the South and the Earth Emperor Dynasty can gather so many powerful men.

Otherwise, where would we get so many corpses of strong men?

Fang Ping turned his attention to the altar surrounded by three people again.

The altar is as tall as one person, and only this bead is placed on it.

But Fang Ping vaguely noticed something was wrong!

The altar covered about a hundred square meters. Before he reached the altar, he felt a strange power.

He couldn't describe the power. This power seemed to permeate the entire altar and converge towards the beads.

"The power of the dead?"

Fang Ping took a look at the broken bones at his feet. They were all so rotten that there was no strength left to be extracted from them.

While he was observing these, the old man turned his gaze to Fang Ping and said in a deep voice: "Wumian, why have you not come back until now?"

After that, he added: "Those people don't seem to be dead yet?"

There are only two eyes on the square face. At this moment, he learned the way of speaking without face before, and said indifferently: "A group of ants, it doesn't matter whether you kill them or not! It consumes a lot of power, they scattered and ran away, and they were not hunted down..."

As soon as these words came out, the woman smiled and said: "That's true. You will come here sooner or later anyway. There is no difference between killing or not killing."

The strong man said: "Wumian, have you met the divine envoy?"

"Angel of God?"

Fang Ping felt powerful in his heart, but it didn't show on his face. He said slowly: "Never."

After that, he didn't stop any longer. He had already seen a sunken place where the altar had been seated, which should be the faceless one.

Too many words lead to mistakes, and Fang Ping didn't want to say any more. He walked directly to that place, sat down cross-legged, and stopped moving like several statues.

The gray matter on the old man's body was now broken into pieces. He slowly turned his head and glanced at "Faceless".

He always felt that something was wrong.

After all, we have been together for thousands of years!

Even though Fang Ping has the same aura, he doesn't speak much, and his body shape and other aspects are similar...

But there are some differences!

He couldn't tell the difference, but the old man just felt that this "Faceless" was somewhat different from the Faceless he knew.

But the old man hadn't been out for thousands of years, and he didn't know Fang Ping's name.

Otherwise, with this intuition, the old man could probably guess that Wu Mian was replaced by someone else.

Turning his head and glancing at Wu Mian, the old man slowly withdrew his gaze.

Now that Faceless is back, the old man spoke again: "Over there, a group of outsiders have been waiting for a long time. Why not take the initiative and kill them?"

The strong man said: "The divine envoy hasn't shown up yet, why not wait a little longer?"

"Yes, the order from the divine religion has not yet been sent, and it would be very troublesome to kill the divine envoy by mistake."

The woman also spoke up.

The words of these two people aroused Fang Ping's vigilance.

Divine messenger?

Messenger of the Religion?

So, among the people who came in this time, are there people from this religious sect?

Are you among Qi Huanyu's group of people, or among your own people?

How many angels are there?

If I leave now, Lao Kong and the others have to be careful. Once they are attacked by this so-called divine envoy, it will be very troublesome!

"No...if the divine envoy is on my side...it will be even bigger trouble! They know that I killed the faceless one. Once they arrive, my identity will be exposed immediately!"

Fang Ping made a judgment in his mind. Regardless of whether he was on his side or not, if people from the human side arrived, his identity might be exposed.

Dozens of people may not all be calm and composed.

A slight abnormality may arouse the vigilance of these people.

When the old man looked at him just now, he felt that this guy was very vigilant. He hadn't moved for thousands of years, but he could still maintain such vigilance. I'm afraid he was really not weak back then.

At this moment, several people became quiet again, as if they were waiting for Qi Huanyu and the others to take the initiative.

Fang Ping, however, had no time to spend time with them, and said slowly: "I am worried...whether the divine envoy will die on the way here..."

As soon as these words came out, several people were stunned.

The old man frowned slightly and said: "The messenger sent by the divine sect will not be too weak...this..."

Fang Ping said calmly: "I heard from those people before that before we came in, thousands of our origins had been killed in battle!"

When these words came out, several people were a little surprised.

So many people died?

When Fang Ping and others entered, there were only about two hundred people.

They knew that people must be dead outside, but they really didn’t know that there were so many dead!

It's okay to say that there are few dead, but if there are many dead, the God's Envoy may not really be alive!

The old man frowned, what should we do now?

Fang Ping said again: "Although these juniors are from the original..., they are very powerful! The reason why I delayed until now is also related to the strength of the opponent. I killed that person only after being severely exhausted. It is best not to let these two

Let’s meet up!”

"You mean, take action now?"

The old man asked.

Fang Ping said calmly: "I need to recover for a while, so taking action... is also your business."

He didn't know if the old man was the leader of several people, but it didn't matter. They were all true gods and had equal status. He felt that he wouldn't be groveling.

Everywhere, strength speaks.

True gods are afraid of emperors, but they will not be afraid of strong men who are also true gods.

Even if the old man is the leader, he may not be able to fully command several true gods.

Sure enough, the old man didn't care what Fang Ping said.

After a moment of silence, the old man said in a deep voice: "Then take action! Wu Mian, you and Ming Yue stay and guard the door of all living beings! The divine religion has ordered that in the future, the door of all living beings cannot be moved!"

Ming Yue, that woman, heard the words and chuckled: "I know that in the future, we will not easily move the door of sentient beings according to the order of the divine religion. What's more, they are just a group of origin realms. If you, Chang Qingzi, take action, you will not be able to return soon.

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The old man said no more, and the gray matter on his body quickly shattered.

On the side, the strong man did the same, saying: "For more than two thousand years, in order to reduce losses, I have barely moved a few times. After killing all these people this time, it's time for us to go out!"

"I can't even go out."

The old man Chang Qingzi also showed his true appearance at this moment, with an immortal spirit, white hair and floating dust in his hand, looking like an immortal.

After shattering the gray matter, Chang Qingzi smiled lightly and said: "We have been sealed so far, and there has been no spiritual energy replenishment. If we don't go out, we will hurt the golden body."

The space battlefield energy is closed. Although sleeping can reduce consumption, it does not mean that there is no consumption.

After thousands of years, they have reached their perfection.

Changqingzi shattered the gray matter, and the breath disappeared in a flash.

Fang Ping was slightly shocked!

This guy is strong!

True God's Qi and blood fluctuate a lot. Calculated based on ninth-grade Qi and blood, from 800,000 calories to 2 million cards is the range of True God.

Above 2 million cards, this is the emperor level.

During this period, the floating energy and blood can reach up to one million calories. Of course, this is all relative to the ninth grade.
To be continued...