With the reminder of the Holy Spirit of Dhara Sect, the other monks looked over carefully and knew why the Holy Spirit of Dhara Sect said this. It turned out that the scales on the helmet of the antelope did not easily block the erosion of the corpse qi, and it was shattering.

As Wei Tianya stepped forward quickly, half of the black scales inlaid on his helmet were constantly emerging, and some crisp "crack" sounds were faintly heard.

The more he went inside, the more corpse qi gathered around him, and the cracks on the scales on Wei Tianya's helmet became more and more dense. After he advanced fifty or sixty feet, the scales on his head were about to shatter and could not protect him to continue moving forward.

Wei Tianya looked at the stone table dozens of feet away, gritted his teeth, pointed his hand at the front, and a black talisman came out of his hand, turned slightly in the air, and turned into a black hook.

The black hook came out of his hand, like a black arrow. In just half a breath, it rushed to the stone table, hooked on the emerald green jade, and was about to withdraw it suddenly.

But at this moment, all the black corpse gas on the side of the stone table gathered over. Before the black hook could withdraw, the chain in the middle was eroded and broken, leaving only a black hook at the end to resist, turning into a drop of black liquid dripping on the emerald green jade. However, after a breath, it also dissipated.

Seeing this situation, Wei Tianya's disappointment was unconcealed. He chose to give up, waved his sleeves and retreated step by step towards the way he came.

When Wei Tianya took the last step out of the altar, the half scale on his helmet slowly turned into a ray of black air and gradually dissipated, leaving only a helmet with dim light.

After turning his hand to put the spiritually lost helmet into the storage bag, Wei Tianya sighed to the sky and walked back to the monks' team silently, with a depressed expression.

Everyone looked at Wei Tianya with pity or gloating. Whether it was the helmet or the black talisman, they knew it was not an ordinary thing at first glance. Every one of them was probably aroused the old zombie's level of being moved, but it was destroyed in vain and got nothing, and even letting Yu Xiao fall from the stone table.

Everyone can understand that Wei Tianya’s current mood is like having a dead child, and he can’t say what he has to suffer.

After Wei Tianya, there were two other Nascent Soul cultivators from Taiyi Sect. One in the early stage and the other in the middle stage, they were definitely not as good as Wei Tianya, the first casual cultivator, so after trying more than ten methods, they returned in vain.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator is over, and then it is the old zombie's turn.

"Come here." The unparalleled Holy Spirit of Dhara Sect waved his hand gently at Bai Ni.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ni quickly got up and leaned over to the holy spirit of Dhara Sect. He looked at his appearance, as if he was a close master or disciple or elder treating his younger generation.

"Get as close as you can, don't force it. This corpse poison is so powerful. If the master's body is there, it will naturally be able to be relieved, but this is just a distraction. If you are poisoned, it will be a problem." Mandalahua whispered to Bai Ni.

"Yes, follow the law." Bai Ni nodded respectfully.

"Don't act like this and lower your identity. Since you can n't, you will be the successor of your damn master, and I am my nephew. Good n, the master will naturally help you clear, build a magic circle, and pass on you to the later stage to use the ascension platform without risking smuggling!" The female cultivator in Sancai robe touched Bai Ni's head lovingly, and then added: "Your master has no future and can't teach you well at all. A human race gave up his dignified human race and switched to the zombie school. Even if he ventured to smuggle successfully, he would be an alien who has no status among the human race."

"Although my aunt is now considered a demon clan, I have to sigh that the human race is not the human race that was thousands of years ago. Since the rise of the human race's heavenly master, he has been invincible. He is no longer a small wild tribe. His rapid development and many spiritual objects often make my aunt, the dignified demon king, envious. He often regrets that he is not the human race after the demon disaster!" Mandalahua sighed slightly, and naturally, he used the sound transmission technique, which the old zombies could not sense.

"Yes!" Bai Ni nodded.

"Okay, there is something about the upper realm. I will tell you in the future, try to get that spiritual land now. With my own wisp of original protection, plus your n-pure characteristics, it should be temporarily resisted!" The mandala flower slightly pointed and shot a wisp of green gas into Bai Ni's mind.

"Bai comes over. In order to help fellow Holy Spirit, I will squeeze out a little more essence and blood for you. After all, it is a golden corpse, and essence and blood still have some effect on resisting corpse poison!" The old zombie just used the simplest method of voice transmission to deliberately let the Holy Spirit of Dhara Sect hear it.

After saying that, the old zombie opened her mouth and spit out a small mouthful of golden blood, which hung on Bai Ni's head.

Seeing this, Mandalahua smiled with satisfaction and nodded to the old zombie, while the old zombie grinned.

Bai Ni nodded to the old zombie and walked forward slowly. At the same time, the n inside his body suddenly urged. Every time he took a step, his body turned into a timber, and his whole body's vitality also surged. When he reached the edge of the altar, he had turned into a tree man, and his head was black and turned into several long strips.

Bai Ni stood at the edge of the altar, took a deep breath, slapped at the front, and one arm turned into a thick branch, extending quickly towards the front, with the target of the spirit bowl that was knocked over by the old zombie.

When the branches of Bai Ni's wood-turned out, the old zombie's golden essence and blood turned into a small golden bat again, flying around Bai Ni's wood-turned arms, delaying the erosion of the surrounding corpse gas.

After two breaths, the golden bat transformed from the essence and blood of the old zombie was eroded and disappeared by the corpse gas. The corpse gas was pressed onto Bai Ni's arm without any obstacles, and began to erode Bai Ni's arm that had already extended dozens of feet.

At this time, a strong sense of vitality burst out from Bai Ni's arm, which was completely opposite to the corpse energy and evil spirit carried by the surrounding corpse energy. It began to compete, as if a red soldering iron fell into the ice water.

After two more breaths, Bai Ni grabbed the spirit bowl with his arm and began to shrink. However, at this time, the surrounding corpse gas suddenly became richer, and ten strands gathered together, and soon it eroded most of the vitality outside Bai Ni's arm.

"It's OK!" Mandalahua pointed lightly at Bai Ni, and a crescent-shaped green light slashed on Bai Ni's arm, directly cutting it off two pieces.

The arm that extended to the middle of the altar fell weakly to the ground, and was rushed up by more than ten strands of corpse energy, quickly drying up and shrinking. The two breaths would turn into ashes and dissipate gently, leaving only the small jade bowl at the end to fall to the ground again.

After Bai Ni's actions, the jade bowl moved forward again ten feet, closer to the edge of the altar.

"Well done!" Mandalahua praised Bai Ni, then flipped her hands and emitted a green light, covering Bai Ni's broken arm wound: "If you have n't that set of n's, broken arm is not a big deal. You can grow back in more than ten years of cultivation."

"Yes." Bai Ni nodded, stepped aside, and began to activate the secret technique to recover from his injuries.

A fake infant stage actually moved the jade bowl for about ten feet, but a group of monks in the infancy stage had no choice but to push ten feet into it. This was simply a fantasy. The monks in the infancy stage in the distance felt that their realm might be fake.

"It seems to be n of the Wood Clan, it's a bit strange. Isn't this the direct interface of the human race? Why did the Wood Clan get involved?" Yiling muttered in his heart.

"Okay, it's your turn!" The old zombie raised his eyes slightly and looked at the ten Nascent Soul cultivators in the distance.

After another round of discussion and lottery, the final decision was made to the three monks who should be released in this round, the second elder of Taiyi Sect, Nangong Leng of the Ice God Palace, and the nameless female cultivator in Xiling. As for Taiyi Sect, the great elder Feng Qingyang was in a bye, and he would use his methods after the Mandala Flower Holy Spirit took the treasure.

After the candidate was confirmed, the nameless female cultivator in Xiling and Nangong Leng from the Ice God Palace actually stood up at the same time.

"Master of Nangong Palace first, little sister, wait!" The nameless female cultivator in Xiling smiled and inadvertently touched the storage bag on her waist.
Chapter completed!