1541 Eight withered bones

They seemed to be late.

Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian were also a little hesitant and looked at Mr. Fu helplessly. If they really couldn't teleport out, they would be trapped in this devil's wormhole for hundreds of years. They were young and could survive it, but Mr. Fu couldn't. .

The atmosphere at the scene became depressing.

Fu Shiyi frowned:

"Grandpa, let's spread out and see if we can find other ways. Since the teleportation circle has not dissipated, it means there is still hope, but we haven't found the right way yet."

"Well, Eleven is right."

Mr. Fu cheered up.

His eyes swept across the ruins, finally stopping on the towering Spirit-Sealing Pillar.

A flash of light flashed through his eyes:

"People from the Cangming clan have said that if you want to teleport, you have to add a seal to the Spirit Sealing Pillar. If the teleportation array cannot teleport, it's possible that the Spirit Sealing Pillar isn't blessed enough."

The implication is——

The members of the Cangming clan, including the mysterious boy, might have been buried in the ruins.

Fu Shiyi also thinks this is possible.

but.

The chances are slim.

As a candidate for the clan leader, Cangming Young Patriarch must have a lot of trump cards, but from the time I met him until now, I have never seen him use them. Secondly, the other party is a ruthless and selfish master, so it is most unlikely that he will die young. Here it is.

I thought so in my heart.

Fu Shiyi also began to operate his skills, injecting his body's true energy into the Spirit-Sealing Pillar.

"boom!"

However.

As soon as the true essence came into contact with the Sealing Spirit Pillar, it was rebounded hard.

The same is true for Mr. Fu.

Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian had recovered some of their true energy at this time and tried it once each. However, no matter how they instilled it, the result was the same. The Sealing Spirit Pillar did not absorb it at all and was very repulsive.

"Ancestor, Aunt Eleven, what should I do?"

Mr. Fu frowned slightly.

He pondered for a while.

Sighed:

"It seems that the people of the Cangming tribe did not tell us the truth. This sealing pillar requires blessing and sealing. However, it is obvious that it requires some formula or method to be effective."

"Ah, these Cangming people are so unkind!"

Fu Yimu was very puzzled.

He grew up in the ruined village of Guyaju with simple folk customs. He has been practicing in seclusion since he grew up, and has had too little contact with the dangers and shady activities in the world.

Fu Shiyi thought about it and understood.

The Cangming family has been controlling the Demon Wormhole for tens of thousands of years. Although it is for training, it contains a large amount of cultivation resources that are exhausted from the outside world. Naturally, they do not want the Fu family to get involved and get an extra share of the pie:

"Grandpa, Yimu and Sitian, you guys can search the ruins and see if you can find any information about the Spiritual Sealing Pillar from the corpses of the Cangming clan."

The Cold Demon Palace collapsed.

Someone from the Cangming clan must suffer from this.

Mr. Fu and the three of them started searching among the ruins separately.

Fu Shiyi thought, and the pagoda flew out of her body and floated above her head. She silently recited the mantra in her mouth and pointed towards the second floor of the pagoda. The Buddha lotus inside spun out.

Fu Shiyi hit the Buddha Lotus with a magic spell.

Instantly.

A ball of Buddha light rises from the Buddha lotus.

As Fu Shiyi's seal changed and the mantra in his mouth changed, the Buddha's light flourished, covering the entire ruins in an instant, with bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and dots of white light rising among the ruins.

The white light gathered together, trembled slightly, and condensed into ghosts.

Do the math carefully.

There are as many as eight!