Lingyao immediately stood up and nodded.

Chen Tian and Ling Yao thanked Meng Tong and left, looking for the direction Ling Yao sensed.

Mengtong stared at the direction Chen Tian was leaving, smiled lowly, and whispered to herself: "Interesting person."

Afterwards, Mengtong yawned slightly and prepared to sleep with her clothes on.

However, just as a pair of big and smart eyes closed, they suddenly opened.

Then, Mengtong turned over and sat up, looked in that direction, pinched it in her hand, and whispered to herself.

"More than thirty miles to the southeast.

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"Tiancang Mountain, the Soul Tuo Altar! The place where spiritual things are made and alchemy is made!"

"The Soul Tuo Altar that has been abandoned for seven hundred years, that little spirit fox.

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"broken!"

Mengtong immediately stood up, rushed out of the room, flew to the sky, and chased Chen Tian.

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Chentian and Lingyao, under the influence of Lingyao's spiritual consciousness, finally arrived at that place.

"It's right in front!"

The two of them climbed over a small hill. Lingyao stretched out his hand, pointed towards the distance, and whispered.

Chen Tian also nodded slightly and looked in the direction of Lingyao's finger.

As a result, both of them were stunned at the same time.

In front is an extremely dilapidated altar.

At this moment, bursts of black light flickered above the altar.
Chapter completed!