Wang Jian continued to send a message: "Since you are worried about your friends' safety, let them accept the promotion together, right? But just let them be in your space magic weapon."

Wang Meng nodded. As long as there are benefits, it is worth taking risks.

"Okay!" Wang Meng said, sitting cross-legged on the altar.

Wang Jian flew away from the altar and waved his hand.

The altar shines brightly, wrapping Wang Meng and opening the barrier.

boom!

There was heavy rain in the altar. This was not ordinary rain, but spiritual rain. Water droplets formed by the rich spiritual energy to a certain extent.

At this time, Wang Meng absorbed it crazily, and Xian'er and Xiao Wanzi desperately devoured the pure spiritual energy here.

Ten thousand Buddha seals, millet grains, large coffins, gold bricks, and treasures are all swallowing wildly.

Twelve hours later, the people under the altar had changed color because all the clan members knew the horror of the altar. On the surface, the ritual of entering the clan was actually the benefit of the Heaven-breaking man designated by the Wang Meng family.

The one who breaks the constraints of heaven and earth is the common wish of the entire human race in the sky world, and this hope is placed on the one who breaks the sky.

The Wang family is an imperial family, and people must accept the ritual of joining the clan when they are adults.

Underage is not considered a tribe.

This is the rule. This is to survive the fittest and ensure the prosperity of the family.

This is true for the entire Tianyu world.

From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to hold on the altar for so long because no one can eat so much energy.

But it has been twelve hours, and this Wang Meng is still absorbing it.

Only Wang Jian knew that several people were absorbing it, but this was also amazing.

Wang Jian has been paying attention to Wang Meng on the altar. The barrier on the altar was arranged by him. Outsiders cannot see through it and he is not hindered.

At this time, Wang Jian was a little surprised because he discovered the existence of millet grains and Wanfo Seals on Wang Meng. Just now, he didn't see these two things. It seems that the eldest son's secret skills are good, which also means that these two treasures are good. But it is just good.

"It's actually the seal of the Buddha Emperor? That space magic weapon actually has the breath of Nuwa." After careful feeling, Wang Jian was a little surprised.

Wang Jian knew the relationship between Nuwa and Wang Meng very clearly. Nuwa secretly helped Wang Meng, which he felt normal. However, the Buddha Emperor actually helped Wang Meng and gave Wang Meng the treasure of Buddhism. He was a little confused about this.

Wang Meng was reincarnated twice. In order to prevent being discovered, Wang Jian, the emperor of the Tianyu World and the ruler of the Twelve Universe, dared not secretly peep at Wang Meng. He was afraid that he would be caught by others and kill Wang Meng. Therefore, he did not know many of Wang Meng's experiences.

But when will Wang Meng return be calculated based on his abilities.

So we prepared to welcome it.

Um?

Wang Jian suddenly frowned? He suddenly felt a evil spirit on Wang Meng's body revealing his sharpness?

Wang Jian's eyes suddenly burst into golden light, and penetrated the barrier and fell on Wang Meng's body.

He didn't believe that his son would be infected with evil spirits. Evil spirits are caused by the heart. If the heart is not upright, how can he bear the heavy responsibility? In addition, there is another possibility that Wang Meng has evil things on his body.

Suddenly, Wang Jian's face changed. He saw a jar of broken pickled vegetables appearing in the space magic weapon, swallowing wildly.

"Evil God Artifact? Humph! Do you actually dare to seize the secrets of heaven?" Wang Jian knew the immortal evil god, and also knew that the evil god and Wang Meng died together in the previous life.

Wang Jian suddenly blinked his fingers.

The cloud-swallowing pot suddenly collapsed silently and turned into nothingness. A shrill scream that only Wang Jian could hear suddenly sounded, and a gray soul like dust, as soon as it appeared, it was destroyed.

All the souls hidden in the cloud swallowing pot of the evil god were completely erased.

He has been lurking, Wang Mengjiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiu

At this time, the evil monk Yunkong, who was meditating in the Buddha Realm, suddenly spurted out blood, looking shocked. What he was shocked was that Wang Meng had actually gone to that world first before him, and even more shocked the people in that world were powerful.

But suddenly, the evil monk Yunkong's face suddenly changed drastically, bang!

His body had a weird explosion. What's even more strange is that it spontaneously ignited as soon as it exploded. The evil monk Yunkong screamed in the flames, but the sound could not be heard. In the blink of an eye, the evil monk Yunkong was burned into nothingness.

But the outside world is unknown.

Wang Jian from Tianyu World suddenly frowned: "Sure enough, evil nature actually made him run away?"

Wang Jian used his mental power to cross the border to kill the evil monk Yunkong, the clone of the evil god, and did not dare to do whatever he wanted, for fear that the Buddha world would not be able to bear it and he would give up. Everything was God's will.

Wang Jian's spiritual sense began to check Wang Meng and his men's inside and out, for fear that there would be evil things.

What a junk this?

When Wang Jian saw that the people were covered in junk, he couldn't help but frown. The junk in his eyes was a treasure in the lower world.

Wang Jian took action directly, except for two gold bricks with handles and two coffins with handles, the rest were destroyed. Of course, the few people's natal magic weapons did not move.

Wang Jian specifically observed the magic weapons of several people, the Demon Emperor's Blood Demon Sword, Zi Yan's Demon Sword, and the Iron Rooster's Big Chicken Claws.

Hum? Seeing Wang Meng and Xian'er's natal magic weapon, Wang Jian was surprised: "They got all such treasures? It's not easy, and this luck is good! However, here, this thing is not high-level, and it is difficult to achieve perfection in this natal magic weapon that is sacrificed by other things."

Wang Jian took action again, melting the natal magic weapons of Wang Meng and Xian'er, turning them into essence and nourishing their bodies.

With Wang Jian's methods, not only would he not disturb Wang Meng and his others' practice, but he would not kill him. Everything was going on silently.

As for the Iron Rooster and the Demon Emperor Zi Yan, Wang Jian was too lazy to care about it. But he also saw the identity of the Demon Emperor and Zi Yan. However, this is the Tianyu World, and the existence of the Demon Clan is allowed here.

The demons also have their own continent.

Moreover, the demons here are not excluded.

This is a fair world. Fairness lies in the fact that whoever has the ability is great. If you don’t have the ability, you will not be willing to die.

The strong prey on the weak, this is the principle of fairness!

No waste is left here.

There is no possibility of turning back from those big family forces. As long as you discover, the family will kill them. Only in this way can the purity and strength of the family bloodline be guaranteed. Therefore, as long as the creatures here can live, they are strong people.

Seventy-two hours later, the glory of the altar dimmed itself.

All the tribesmen felt very distressed. How many years would it take for this family to recover the altar?
Chapter completed!