Nangong Leng walked to the edge of the altar and identified the spiritual object on the stone table. He did not pay attention to the spirit bowl not far from the edge of the altar. After all, it was reserved by the old zombie and Mandalahua. As long as he dared to intervene, the two seniors would never stand by and watch!

Nangong Leng did not take action immediately, but sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands turned like wheels, and mysterious magic tricks flew out of his hands, condensed with blue and white halos, covering his body like armor.

The halo seemed to be some kind of extremely cold air. As soon as it appeared, it caused a gust of cold wind, and the surrounding temperature dropped by several levels instantly. If the monks around them did not open the protective light curtain, they could not help but shivered.

The monks around him looked sideways, and even the old zombie and the Mandala Holy Spirit couldn't help but look up, with a look of surprise in their eyes, which was completely different from the disdain of those monks when they were collecting treasures.

Everyone around them knew what powerful means the second lord of the Ice God Palace was using, at least in the Nascent Soul period.

After about half a stick of incense, Bing Shen Palace's closed eyes suddenly opened and he stepped forward gently. He turned into dozens of invisible cold air. Under the protection of the blue and white halo outside, he rushed towards the middle of the altar.

The Nangong Palace Master of the Ice God Palace was like Wei Tianya, who directly rushed into it with his body, as if he was not afraid of being eroded to death by the corpse gas, but he didn't know whether he should be said to be a master of art and courage, or not to know whether he was alive or not.

The blue and white halo covered the cold air that Nangong had transformed into rushed into the altar. It was very fast. With a flash, it avoided two wisps of corpse energy surrounding it and continued to rush inside.

The closer you get to the altar, the more intense the corpse energy around it. When Nangong Lengfei reached about forty or fifty feet, the corpse energy gathered around had reached four or five wisps, and the blue and white halo could no longer escape.

He tried his best to advance three or four feet, and Nangong Leng was finally surrounded by four wisps of corpse energy. However, at this time the blue and white halo trembled suddenly, and the extreme cold power was released, covering the corpse energy.

Fang Yi was covered by the extreme cold force, and the surrounding space seemed to be frozen. The corpse aura declined at a visible degree of naked eyes. Before he could touch the blue and white halo, he slowly stopped. The long corpse aura tail flame behind him had not yet dissipated.

The next moment, the blue and white halo trembled slightly, and the extreme cold power was released again, like a blue and white stream of light, rushing straight towards the stone table over there. As soon as the corpse energy along the way surrounded it, it was decayed by the cold power, and it could not cause any damage to the cold air that Nangong cold transformed into.

Nangong Leng successfully rushed to the stone table, then turned around and rushed back. Of course, when he turned around, a cold light was swept out, covering the jade belt made of thirty-six jade pieces on the stone table, and rushed back together.

When the monks around him saw this scene, they all stood up and were so shocked that they couldn't stop. What happened to the Ice God Palace? It turned out to be successful. They rushed to the stone table and left the stone table with a treasure. From beginning to end, only the old zombie did this!

Seeing this, Nangong Wen grinned and tugged it back with one hand. The cold ice sword he had been carrying was pulled out, and then he rushed to the edge of the altar, looking like he was responding to Nangong Leng.

"Everyone, the treasure collection has not ended yet, so don't have any extra thoughts. There are so many jade belts, so we can completely disassemble them and distribute them!" Nangong Wen Kuai used his spiritual sense to send messages to the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators.

Hearing Nangong Wen's message reminder, the Nascent Soul Stage's gaze flashed around him and flew out at the same time, guarding Nangong Wen's side. They were all motivated, and they were focused on guard against the old zombies and Mandala Flowers forcing them to seize.

Nangong Wen is right. The old zombies and Mandalahua present are the strongest. If they don’t hold each other together, they will definitely be defeated. And the jade belt has thirty-six jade pieces, which can indeed be disassembled and distributed!

"Is it too early for you to be happy?" The Holy Spirit of Mandala Flower sneered and continued to look at Nangong Leng in the middle of the altar.

Everyone in the Nascent Soul stage looked up and their faces changed again. They immediately saw a change in the middle of the altar. The blue and white halo that Nangong cold-formed was actually surrounded by more than thirty strands of corpse energy, and could only slowly advance outside.

Perhaps because Nangong Leng brought a jade belt, it caused the surrounding corpse qi. A small half of the corpse qi teleported here and surrounded Nangong Leng. The innermost layer of corpse qi was frozen, and the outside was filled, the outside was frozen, and the inside was thawed again.

Not only that, the other corpse qi around him also tended to gather here.

Nangong Leng is now like a mortal moving forward in the waist-deep snow, unable to move forward.

Under the joint attack of many corpse qi, the blue and white halo was not as good as the golden little bat of the old zombie for a long time. It dissipated for half of it in just one breath. Waiting for two more breaths, Nangong Leng inside was probably going to be destroyed in both form and spirit.

In the crisis of life and death, Nangong Leng ignored the treasure. The power of the cold was slightly relaxed, and the jade belt with some golden patterns fell to the ground. However, the corpse energy did not subside at this time, and it seemed that he would never give up until he killed the invader in front of him.

After breathing for two more times, the blue and white halo dissipated. Nangong Leng only had time to scream, "I am unwilling to accept it." The invisible cold air was invaded by the corpse gas and turned into a dark color, trembling again, dissipating.

Nangong Leng was eroded and disappeared, and the surrounding corpse gas slowly dissipated.

"Second brother!" Nangong Wen cried with a sad voice, his voice tragically and reached out to grab Nangong Leng's direction of dissipation, as if he wanted to be captured by Nangong Leng, but all he caught was empty.

"Life and death are destined, and the Lord of the Palace is mourning." The nameless female cultivator of Xiling walked closer, shook her head and comforted her.

The situation suddenly changed, which made many Nascent Soul cultivators stare at each other. Those who thought they could share some treasures were now empty. It was really uncomfortable to fall together!

Many of them were silent for a while in the Nascent Soul stage, shook their heads, and said nothing more, just sat back to their original place.

Nangong Wen is not an ordinary person. He clenched his fists and looked at the direction of Nangong Leng's death with half a stick of incense, then slowly walked back to the team, keeping his head down, looking sad, and ignoring the other monks.

Next, the nameless female cultivator in Xiling, she looked at Nangong Leng's direction for several times, shook her head silently, and began to collect her treasures. She slapped the storage bag and took out a ball of dirty blood with a faint smell.

After letting out a light breath, the nameless female cultivator pinched a special magic technique similar to a beast control, and threw the dirty blood ball towards the center of the altar.

Before flying into the altar, the dirty blood suddenly shrank in the middle and turned into a small black and red spider. Its legs swung continuously, and a string of black mist was drawn out, and it rushed straight into the altar.

The big spider had just entered three or four feet, and a black corpse energy floated over, turning into a faint mist to cover the little spider. There was no suspense, and the black spider dissipated. Not only that, the corpse energy seemed to have encountered something big tonic, and it actually increased by more than a small factor.

The little spider broke through five or six feet, which was a normal level. After all, the monks of Taiyi Sect were all at this level.

Seeing this, the nameless female cultivator flashed a hint of disappointment, "This corpse is so powerful that I won't humiliate myself!" After that, the female cultivator from Xiling walked back to the team.

Next is the second elder of Taiyi Sect. Although he is also a mid-stage cultivator, his methods are not as good as those of Nangong Leng or Wei Tianya of the Ice God Palace. The means he used were only six or seven feet long.

It was the turn of the old zombie again. Mandala flower, wearing a three-color robe, slowly stood up and walked straight to the altar. Without saying anything nonsense, she unfolded her sleeves and turned into a three-color robe and rushed into the altar.

Just as before, the mandala flower entered the altar, three wisps of corpse energy suddenly surged, and accompanied by a burst of pressure, hindering the steps of the mandala flower. However, circles of rich vitality burst out from the mandala flower's body, and the three lights blended together, which completely blocked the erosion of the corpse energy.

After three breaths, the mandala flower walked into the small jade bowl and leaned over to pick it up.

As soon as Fang picked up the jade bowl, the surrounding corpse energy started to riot again. More than a dozen wisps of corpse energy gathered at the same time. In an instant, the mandala flower was surrounded and the three-color light was sought to erode the surrounding terrain, but it was useless.

The large amount of vitality emitted from the body of the mandala flower is constantly offset by the dead air in the corpse qi, and the toxicity in the corpse qi is also blocked by the three-color halo, which seems not to take much effort.

The Mandala flower moved its steps and slid out, but in a moment it arrived outside the altar. It was holding the small spiritual bowl in its hand. In the bowl was bright like stars, fifty or sixty pieces, each with rich spiritual fluctuations, and there were some aura of rules of heaven and earth that ordinary people could not perceive.

"The famous Tianhuang Spirit Land, a spiritual creature that can only be produced in the fairy world, has been cultivated in this land, and breaking through the bottleneck and becoming an existence like the Great Elder is just around the corner. At that time, we can summon the scattered and wild tribe members to reappear our wooden tribe. Why do we have to live under the sheep and demon tribes!" Mandalahua excitedly held the little bowl, and the joy on her face was unconcealed.

After nearly ten thousand years of planning, I have never succeeded in several arrivals. Now I finally got what I wish. Not to mention that there are fifty or sixty pieces of Tianhuang Spiritual Land here, even one piece is definitely worth it. This land is simply the supreme divine object to their wooden clan, and I don’t change anything!

The things were really taken out, and the Nascent Soul cultivators around were full of heat, but later they calmed down. There were two god-transforming people on the opposite side. If they didn't come to steal them, they should burn the incense, so they could not covet each other's spiritual objects.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist, I finally got what I wished!" The old zombie walked up with a smile on his face and raised his hand to congratulate him.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Yue, for helping drag this spiritual object away from the stone table!" Mandalahua was in a good mood and replied slightly with a bow.

"Since the spiritual object has been obtained, I don't know if the space node that the fellow promised before will be right now." The old zombie smiled and stroked his hand while speaking, as if he was particularly happy.

"This is easy to say, this is half, and the remaining half will be discussed later!" Mandala Hua smiled, then threw out a small jade slip and fell into the hands of the old zombie.

The old zombie took the jade slip, and with a slight sense, her face was filled with joy without any concealment. She smiled twice with satisfaction before putting it away, and bowed her back, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Holy Spirit!"

"Fellow Daoist Yue doesn't have to be too polite. I still have some strength. I want to try again. I hope my fellow Daoist can help me escape the formation!" Mandalahua raised her eyes and looked at the stone table in the distance, staring at the dark green wooden sword covered with cracks.
Chapter completed!