"Young Master Liu, what happened just now?"

Lu Yan's face was pale. They lived here for millions of years and had a vibration that had happened, and never happened again since then.

"We're going to speed up."

Liu Wuxie naturally guessed that someone was attacking the Wangtian Ding outside.

As attacks become more and more frequent, the space-time crack will gradually grow larger.

Once it explodes completely, the space of the War God Temple and the space of the Wangtian Cauldron will collide, causing the world to collapse, and it is unknown whether you can survive.

If the two space rules are the same, the collision will not be very serious.

If the two space laws are mutually exclusive, the consequences will be very serious, which may cause the entire internal space of the Temple of War to explode, and all monks entering the Temple of War to die.

You must leave here before the Sky-Wang Tian Cauldron explodes.

Fortunately, the time rule of Hope Heavenly Cauldron is one hundred times that outside. After the disciple of the Divine Power Sect used a hammer, his strength was consumed and he needed to rest for a while.

Lu Yan took Liu Wuxie into a strange pool, filled with golden liquid.

On the edge of the pool, there are many black iron blocks to create chains. The material used to make them is made of this black iron block.

"We can put these iron blocks into the pool and soften them, and we can create them."

Lu Yan pointed at Chi Zi and said.

But he didn't know that the moment Liu Wuxie saw Chi Zi, his eyes widened: "This is the Pond of Faith."

Liu Wuxie was roaring in his heart. The pool in front of him was very big, filled with the power of faith.

Every drop of water in the pool is evolved from the power of faith, no wonder it can soften these black irons.

"Do you have such a pool besides this?"

Liu Wuxie's urgent problem.

This pool is soaked in black iron all year round, and it is filled with dirt. Liu Wuxie's forced absorption will cause the power of faith to be contaminated with a trace of filth.

“Yes, but not here.”

Lu Yan shook his head, there were many more pools like this.

When he heard that, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited. As long as he absorbed a lot of faith, he could interpret the art of becoming a great immortal.

"Where?"

The light in Liu Wuxie's eyes became stronger and stronger.

I hope not to be discovered by others, the power of faith is too rare.

Since Shu Wuzhi disappeared, the two major tribes have decomposed the power of faith for millions of years and have basically stored it.

"It takes most of the journey in that mountain range."

Lu Yan pointed to a mountain range in the distance. If you want to enter there, you can first defeat the Xiong army.

Liu Wuxie remembered the area firmly and immediately went to the Xiong army after repelling.

"Now I need to refine some arrows to let all the masters of your Lu tribe who are good at forging weapons come over."
Chapter completed!