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

Fu Shiyi hurriedly chased after him, walked through the stone stairs, and his eyes suddenly became clear. He originally thought it was a layer of sacrificial hall, but the entire altar only had six floors.

in.

The second floor is nearly nine thousand feet high. The sacrifice hall is no longer square, but an oval shape. Inside the nine thousand feet wall, there are monsters of different kinds inlaid. These monsters are like statues, or like petrified monsters living by some magical powers. Fu Shiyi hurriedly swept it, and there were no less than 30,000 of them. She couldn't name any of these monsters.

"One Wood"

"Si Tian!!"

There was no sign of Fu Yimu and the others in the empty sacrificial hall.

Could it be...

Run to the four-story sacrificial hall above?

Fu Shiyi spread his wings and carefully flew to the third floor of the sacrifice hall. He went up again and observed the petrified monsters embedded in the wall of the sacrifice hall. He saw that they were in the same posture as the monster on the first floor, both holding a candlestick with their hands, kneeling on the ground like a sinner.

When it flew to a height of six hundred feet.

suddenly.

Fu Shiyi's spiritual sense swept behind the petrified monster in the west direction, and seemed to be hiding something. Turning in the direction, when he landed on the wall of the sacrifice hall, his pupils shrank:

"The corpse of a human monk?"

only.

There was thick dust piled up on the corpse.

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

Wave your sleeves.

The dust dissipated.

The true appearance of the corpse was revealed.

This was obviously a female cultivator, and a storage bracelet was still on her wrist.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up, but he did not rush to collect the storage bracelet, but continued to ascend and arrived at the third floor of the sacrificial hall, and no other remains were found.

The gate of the third floor of the sacrificial hall is closed.

Fu Shiyi waved his sleeves.

A gust of wind hit the door, and the door did not move at all.

He clasped his hands and then pulled left and right outward. A long column hitting the wall appeared. The column hitting the wall was raised high, and then Fu Shiyi hit the door hard.

"Dong!!"

A huge echo echoed in the altar.

The sound of hitting the wall column turned into a scattered light.

"What's going on?"

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, pinched his right hand and pulled his left and right hands. This time, six pillars appeared and hit the wall pillars, roaring and hitting hard on the door of the sacrifice hall.

"Boom"

The entire altar shook for a moment.

The dust covered by the petrified monsters inlaid on the second floor of the sacrifice hall was shaken away.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Fu Shiyi felt that these petrified statues seemed to be coming back to life.

The six pillars hit the wall and still could not shake the third floor of the sacrifice hall:

"It seems that using brute force can't be broken."

Fu Shiyi stepped forward, but saw that the door was ordinary, without runes, and without formation blessing. She was thinking of trying the secret technique of Silver Fire Sorrow, but suddenly her body trembled and turned her head to look outside the altar.

But see.

It lingers in the mud surrounding the altar.

A light curtain flashed.

Through the light curtain.

You can vaguely see the faint shadows of a group of monks:

"Oops!"

"Someone is here!"

Fu Shiyi looked around.
Chapter completed!