Chapter 1215 The barrier is broken

The two of them disappeared on the long stone stairs in the blink of an eye.

Fu Shiyi hurriedly chased after him, and when he passed through the stone stairs, his eyes suddenly opened up. He originally thought that there were countless layers of sacrificial halls, but it turned out that the entire altar only had six layers.

in.

This second floor is nearly 9,000 feet high. The sacrificial hall is no longer square, but an oval. Within the walls of the 9,000-foot hall, various types of monsters are inlaid. The beast was like the first layer, like a statue, but also like it was alive and petrified by some magical power. Fu Shiyi quickly scanned the densely packed petrified monsters, and there were no less than 30,000 of them. She could not call any of these monsters. Name.

"One wood"

"Sitian!!"

There was no figure of Fu Yimu in the empty sacrificial hall.

Could it be...

Did you run to the four-story sacrificial hall above?

Fu Shi opened his wings and carefully flew to the third floor of the sacrificial hall. He went up again and again while observing the petrified monsters embedded in the wall of the sacrificial hall. He saw that they were in the same posture as the monster on the first floor. Holding a candlestick in both hands, he knelt on the ground like a sinner.

When it flew to a height of six hundred feet.

suddenly.

Fu Shiyi's consciousness glanced behind the petrified monster to the west of her, and there seemed to be something hidden. He turned around and when he landed on the wall of the sacrificial hall, his pupils shrank:

"The corpse of a human monk?"

only.

The corpse was covered with thick dust.

If Fu Shiyi hadn't been careful, he wouldn't have discovered it.

A wave of sleeves.

The dust cleared.

Revealing the true appearance of the corpse.

This is obviously a female nun. On her wrist, there is a storage bracelet on it.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up, but he did not rush to collect the storage bracelet. Instead, he continued to fly upwards. When he reached the third floor of the sacrificial hall, no other remains were found.

The door of the third-floor sacrificial hall was closed tightly.

Fu Shiyi waved his sleeves.

A strong gust of wind hit the door, but it didn't move at all.

After making a hand gesture with both hands, he pulled it outward from left to right, and a long wall pillar appeared. The wall pillar was raised high, and then Fu Shiyi slammed it into the door.

"Boom!!"

A huge echo echoed through the altar.

There was a "click" when the pillar hit the wall, turning into little bits of spiritual light scattered.

"what happened?"

Can't open!

Could it be that Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian did not enter the third floor of the sacrificial hall.

Fu Shiyi hesitated for a moment, made a secret with his right hand, and pulled with his left and right hands. This time, six wall-impact pillars appeared, whistling, and slammed into the door of the sacrificial hall.

"Rumble"

The whole altar shook for a moment.

The dust covering the petrified monsters inlaid in the second-floor sacrificial hall was blown away.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Fu Shiyi felt as if these petrified statues were coming to life.

Six pillars hitting the wall still cannot shake the door of the third floor of the sacrificial hall:

"It seems that brute force cannot be used to break it open."

Fu Shiyi stepped forward, but saw that the door was ordinary, with no runes and no formation blessing. She was thinking about trying the secret technique of silver fire when she suddenly trembled and turned to look outside the altar.

But see.

Lingering in the mire surrounding the altar.

A curtain of light flashed.

Through the light curtain.

The looming shadows of a group of monks can be vaguely seen:

"Oops!"

"Someone is coming!!"

Fu Shiyi glanced around.

There was no hiding place in this altar. Her eyes finally landed on the corpse. She fluttered her wings and landed next to the corpse. But at this moment, the light curtain in the quagmire outside exploded and a group of monks broke in.