Several people who were ordered to teach them a lesson were fainted by the cold and cold air of the Taoist soldiers. They were lying on the lawn in a ball. They were not in danger of life, but they would definitely be sick.

At this time, Qi Xiang didn't have time to pay attention to a few small fish, and his eyes turned and landed on the plum tree in the yard. He walked over and reached out to touch the trunk of the plum tree.

"Maybe in the tree, the answer can be found."

Qi Xiang was thinking, gently patted her palm, and the iron arm butterfly hand was soft and hard, shaking the hard trunk. A terrifying force penetrated into the trunk, destroying the tree's fiber tissue directly.

In a moment, the trees trembled silently, and the branches and leaves withered in an instant, like a light rain, falling one after another.

"Brother, are you?" Wang Banshan was a little puzzled.

Qi Xiang was not in a hurry to explain, but slapped the thick tree trunk and broke it silently in the waist.

"Huh!"

Wang Banshan's eyes narrowed, but was surprised to find that the trunk was empty. After it was broken in half, a small hole appeared at the root.

He quickly approached and found something in the void.

"What's this?"

Wang Banshan was careful and slowly took out the things from the tree hole and looked carefully with the bright moonlight. He looked at it intently and suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, it's actually..."

"……altar?"

Qi Xiang threw the bare broken tree trunk aside, turned around and looked at the things on Wang Banshan's hand. She saw that the thing was actually a small building, like a smaller version of the altar!
Chapter completed!