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Standing under the high platform, even if Wu Yan was already a ten-fold cultivator of the Yuan Body, and the cultivation of the Yuan Shen was even more condensed than that of ordinary Mahayana monks, he even had a feeling of wanting to worship the high platform.

This made Wu Yan, who saw the old platform of the desolate land for the first time, feel an incredible feeling out of thin air.

The high platform in front of you is the most famous old platform of the Heavenly Wasteland on the Heavenly Desert Island, and it is also a mysterious altar with countless years of history and legends in the entire fairy secret realm.

There have been many opinions about the origin and purpose of this altar, but there has been no conclusive conclusion.

No one knows when it was created, let alone how it came to be on this desert island.

Of course, it's not that no one knows at all, maybe those people in the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Desolation should know more or less, but unfortunately, no one has ever been able to get any valuable information from them.

The old platform in front of him gave Wu Yan an inexplicable sense of vastness. It was like the embodiment of the Great Dao, so that Wu Yan's mind couldn't help but be immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

And this inexplicable, vast vicissitudes of ancient atmosphere gave Wu Yan a sense of déjà vu.

He felt as if he had seen something like this somewhere, or had felt something like this.

This feeling is so mysterious that he doesn't know how to express it in words.

Standing at the bottom of the high platform, Wu Yan also has the feeling that he is as small as an ant, and the altar is as vast and magnificent as a giant elephant.

What moved Wu Yan even more, in addition to the familiar and vast, déjà vu, there was also a more moving atmosphere for Wu Yan, which was also stored in the old Taichung in the wasteland in front of him.

It is a kind of immortal momentum that allows him to grow old in the wilderness, let his sun, moon and stars scatter, and I will still stand 'upright' in the Hengyu, eternal and immortal.

Wu Yan had sensed a trace of this momentum in the 'Chaos' Temple before, but he didn't have the opportunity to witness the true face of the treasure that gave him this feeling.

That mysterious and eternal treasure is the mountain and sea tripod enshrined in the 'Chaos' Temple.

It's a pity that Wu Yan was accidentally caught in the 'Chaos' Chaos Temple last time, and even entered the core area of the 'Chaos' Temple, but in the end, he couldn't see the treasure.

Now, at the first glance of this huge ancient altar, Wu Yan was already very sure in his heart that this high platform was definitely not an ordinary ancient tribal altar building.

It is definitely a treasure inherited from the ancient Hong'meng' era and refined by a certain big man!

Unfortunately, no one in the world can see its origin.

At this moment, after those one-eyed puppets drove a group of people from the Eight Heavenly Desolation Tribes under the altar, they scattered on both sides, forming a circle and standing still, no longer caring about these people.

And after these people from the Eight Heavenly Desolate Tribes arrived at the bottom of the high platform, they also took the initiative to bow down to the ground one by one. Strangely, there was no expression on everyone's faces, as if they were clay wood sculptures.

The four immortal boats stopped when they flew hundreds of zhang away from the altar, and did not dare to continue forward.

The mysterious 'masked' monk had already put away the cloud crane flying shuttle, fell to the ground, and stood still less than thirty zhang away from Wu Yan, his eyes swept from Wu Yan's body intentionally or unintentionally, and then fell on those who knelt down.

As the more than 900 people of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Desolation knelt down, the Heavenly Witch God Patterns on their faces began to light up one by one.

At this time, different witch spirit phantoms, along with the Heavenly Witch God Pattern lit up on their bodies, began to condense above the heads of the people of these Eight Heavenly Desolation Tribes, with different forms.

In the sky above the heads of the people of the Heavenly Desolate Divine Fire Tribe, most of them are some fire witch spirit phantoms, some are fire crows, some are fire sparrows, some are fire bees, some are fire oxen, and so on.

On the top of the heads of the Heavenly Desolate Shenmu tribesmen, there are mostly wood witch spirit phantoms, spirit grasses, spirit 'flowers', spirit trees, spirit vines, etc.

The other six tribesmen are also different due to the different tribes they belong to, and the phantom of the witch spirit that appears above their heads is different.

It was the first time for a group of explorers to see this situation, and they were immediately surprised and discussed.

Many people didn't know what the phantoms above their heads were. However, based on inference, some people speculated that this kind of witch spirit phantom should be similar to the 'hole' void spirit cultivated by immortal monks.

It's just that the aura emanating from these witch spirit phantoms, as well as the Cheng dù they condense, are more powerful than the 'hole' void spirits of any cultivator below the void immortal stage.

When these witch spirit phantoms appeared, those people of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Desolation were like out-of-body souls, all of them closed their eyes and completely lay on their stomachs and did not move.

"It's so weird! The shadows above these people's heads don't seem to be simple 'hole' void spirits, but like their souls! You see, those shadows have all kinds of expressions on their faces, and they seem to have very powerful soul power 'waves'!"

Someone said in surprise after sensing it with his divine sense for a moment.

"Indeed, I also sensed it. The shadow above their heads seemed to be a combination of a soul and a 'hole' void spirit. It's weird, isn't it?"

"Haven't you noticed that this strange shadow on the top of each of their heads seems to have a luminous rune of different sizes in the center of their eyebrows! These shadows are not a combination of the 'hole' void spirit and the soul at all, but some kind of ancient witch spirit talisman!"

"Well, I've seen similar accounts in some of the classics. It is said that the cultivation methods of the races in ancient times seem to be different from ours now. In their time, they did not cultivate the Yuan Shen, but the Soul Yuan Fu. Once the soul element rune has been cultivated and the rune tribulation has been passed, this soul element rune will be able to become an immortal being!"

"I see! Why haven't I heard of it before? Could it be that this is the secret of the immortality of these ancient ancestors of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Desolation?"

"Look! The old platform has changed!"

When everyone was talking about it on the immortal boat, on the old platform of the wasteland that day, nearly a thousand blood-red long whips suddenly poked out of thin air.

At first glance, these blood-red long whips are scarlet like poisonous snakes, but when you look closely, you find that they are not entities, but phantoms!

As soon as these blood-red whip phantoms appeared, they each selected a target witch spirit phantom and 'pumped' it hard.

Seeing these blood-red whip phantoms 'pumping' towards him, those witch spirit phantoms floating in the air all 'revealed' the 'color' of fear and fear, but none of them dared to dodge, and let those blood-red whips 'whip' on their bodies as if they were resigned.

Bursts of 'yin' wind howled and wept from the phantoms of those witches.

Every time they were 'whipped' by the blood-red whip, the bodies of those witch spirit phantoms would shrink a little, and the aura on their bodies would also weaken a little.

Dozens of whips 'whipped' over, and all the witch spirit phantoms shrank in a circle, looking extremely miserable and pitiful.

Fortunately, these blood-red long whips are just to punish the people of these Eight Heavenly Desolate Tribes, but not to destroy them, they are beaten dozens of times with 'whips', and after the witch spirits condensed by their soul talisman are 'whipped' honestly, those long whips are retracted back into the altar one after another.

With a sneer, it suddenly fell from the altar.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

"Hey, hey, you untouchables, you dare to violate the rules, worship the demon insects of unknown origin without authorization, and dedicate the wish power that should have been contributed to the spirit of the altar to those demon insects. This is the punishment for you!"

This voice, Wu Yan is very familiar, it is Xuanyuan Jie.

He was standing in front of the people of the Eight Heavenly Desolation tribesmen, with a sneer and a sneer on his face.

"It's only because we see the ancient holy insects of the Tianwu clan that we will have the intention of worshipping, and we don't mean to betray the Lingtai God, so please see it!"

"Yes, we will never dare to betray the Lingtai God, only because of the 'agitation' that we have some gaffes, I hope the young master can understand!"

Those witch spirit phantoms floating in the air, without Xuanyuan Jie's permission, did not dare to return to their respective bodies without permission, and could only float there, constantly trembling and begging for mercy by the terrible coercion around them.

"Holy worms? What holy worms? Hmph, they're just some poisonous insects. Why haven't I heard you mention it before, what other holy insects are there in your Eight Heavenly Desolate Tribes? There doesn't seem to be any record in the classics of your clan, do you think that this seat is very 'deceived'?" Xuanyuan Jie sneered and interrupted several mourning witch spirits.

"We are ...... in the sky"

"Okay, I don't want to listen to your explanations and nonsense! In another half a month, Emperor Shenwu's 'cave' mansion will be opened, and this seat doesn't want any accidents to happen at that time, so you can arrange it for this seat as much as possible! Especially some people with ulterior motives want to take the opportunity to 'mix' into Emperor Shenwu's 'cave' mansion, this seat doesn't want this to happen, you all give me a good pass!"

Xuanyuan Jie interrupted their explanation with an impatient wave of his hand, glanced coldly at Wu Yan's side, and then looked at Fu Qingshan's Cloud Breaking Immortal Ship, then snorted coldly and flew away.

After Xuanyuan Jie left completely, those clansmen of the Eight Heavenly Desolation Tribes dared to take the witch spirit phantom back into their bodies one by one, and got up to move their stiff muscles and bones.

Those one-eyed puppets, at this time, turned into balls of light, rushed towards the old platform of the heavenly wasteland, submerged into the wall of the high platform, and disappeared.

From beginning to end, Wu Yan frowned and watched from the sidelines, not saying a word.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there is a natural and unnatural 'reveal' of unconcealable compassion and pain.

When he saw those witch spirit phantoms appear just now, Wu Yan was already 100% sure that the more than 900 Heavenly Desolation Eight Tribes in front of him were absolutely all descendants of the Heavenly Witch Clan.

He never thought that the descendants of the Tianwu Clan would be reduced to the current situation of being a slave.

What especially made Wu Yan feel chilled was that the old Taichung in the wasteland that day really had a special power to suppress and imprison the descendants of the eight Tianwu clans.

"This is not where you should be now, leave quickly! If you want to wait for Emperor Shenwu's 'cave' mansion to open, you should go to the camp over there and stay!"

Some of the people of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Desolation began to drive away the people who were watching the excitement around. Wu Yan was no exception, he was also expelled by a young man from the Heavenly Desolate Divine Wood Department.

When Xuanyuan Jie left before, he deliberately glanced at him, which made the people of the Eight Heavenly Desolate Tribes all notice this detail, and most of them looked at Wu Yan with unfriendly expressions.

But what puzzled Wu Yan was that although their attitude was not very good, no one came up to do anything with him.

Wu Yan decided to wait and see what happened for the time being, so he didn't resist, obediently followed the crowd, and went to the temporary camp they said.

However, the Wu Ling Yuan Fu mentioned by the group of people just now made Wu Yan's heart move slightly, and he had more thoughts-32523+dsuaahhh+24476822->