Chapter 1218 The Sacrifice Hall Opens

When the twelve golden elixirs of the little Zhang family reacted, Zhang Sanqing and three others had already fallen to the ground dead. Zhang Yixian took a step back, a little scared: "Old ancestor, if Zhang Sanqing's grandfather...if he knew what happened today, then our little Zhang family I'm just afraid..."

Just afraid.

He was immediately beheaded by Zhang Sanqing's grandfather.

That one is a famous calf protector.

and.

I heard that I am currently in retreat trying to become a half-step god.

"Ancestor, this..."

What should I do?

Thinking of Zhang Sanqing's grandfather's terrifying strength, Zhang Yixian's face turned pale.

"What are you afraid of? I am responsible for everything."

Ancestor Tong Sheng looked around the second floor of the sacrificial hall indifferently, and patted the storage bag. In an instant, two pill bottles were suspended in the air. In a flash of light, two of the twenty-four Forgetting Pills floated to the twelve golden pills. before:

"Take twice the amount of Forgetting Pill, and you will all forget everything that happened just now. Even if the old monster in the transformation stage takes action, it will not be able to restore this memory."

Zhang Yixian and others looked at each other.

He hesitated for a moment.

Grab the Wangchen Pill in front of you and swallow it in one gulp.

The Forgettable Pill fell into my stomach.

Zhang Yixian and others, who were sitting cross-legged in meditation, rolled their eyes and fainted.

Ancestor Tongsheng walked step by step towards the entrance of the third-floor sacrificial hall.

It seems slow, but it happens in a moment.

Stand in front of the gate of the sacrificial hall.

Ancestor Tong Sheng no longer behaved as calmly as before, but was so excited that his body trembled slightly:

"Xuan Zhenzi's prophecy thousands of years ago..."

"I have been planning for three hundred years, and finally..."

Take a deep breath.

Ancestor Tongsheng regained his composure.

Zhang Yixian, who had fainted, also woke up immediately. They glanced at the surrounding environment and flashed with surprise. However, it was obvious that this was not the first day they had encountered the memory cleansing thing, so they were all calm.

"Yixian, Yixuan"

"Set up a formation!"

Ancestor Tongsheng took a step back.

There was a flash of inspiration at his feet.

Then he floated into the air and sat cross-legged to meditate.

"Yes, ancestor!"

Zhang Yixian's twelve golden elixirs responded in unison.

The six golden elixirs took strange steps and quickly formed a circle, leaving behind a series of afterimages. The four golden elixirs flashed quickly in an S curve in the circle, dividing the circle into two, and Zhang Yixian and Yi Tu were two fake infant monks sitting cross-legged in a semicircle on the left and right. From a distance, they looked like a Tai Chi pattern, but then the twelve golden elixirs played musical instruments in their hands, and the entire formation immediately changed. The original Tai Chi The formation suddenly evolved into a key with a handle.

"The sky is hopeless"

"Jin Ling"

"amnesty!"

Ancestor Tong Sheng made a seal in his hand.

The rolling true energy was poured into the key like a vast ocean. The key was aura-like and vibrated. Then with a "boom" and the sound of rolling wind, it flew towards the gate of the third floor of the sacrificial hall.

"Boom!"

A seemingly impenetrable door.

Under the power of this key, a "click" sound was made, just like the sound of a key turning.

"Squeak"

The door slowly opened.

Ancestor Tong Sheng looked happy.

Then his expression changed, and his seals changed crazily.

The strings of the pipa hovering above his head flew out!

"boom!"

A terrifying demon power burst out from the gate.

"Dang Dang Dang"

The strings of the piano broke in response.

The demonic power fell on the key, and the key trembled.

"boom"

The key was blown away.

The originally cohesive formation was broken up.

The twelve golden elixirs in the formation were smashed onto the wall like pieces of rags, and gushes of blood spurted out and fell on the stone statues.