Meiya's spiritual consciousness swept through Fu Shiyi's body.

A look of surprise appeared on his face:

"Eleventh, you have advanced to the fake pill, congratulations!"

"Happy together."

Fu Shiyi responded.

Attention fell on the temple.

Originally, the temple was only nine feet high, but now it is as high as sixty-six feet. The white air lingered on the temple, as if something was brewing. Fu Shiyi's steps involuntarily walked over the second courtyard. Before he could enter the temple, prayers from millions of people came to his ears!

But.

The entire temple.

In addition to Sister Meiya and Magu.

There are no outsiders!

"What the hell is going on?"

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but speed up. When he stepped into the temple, the scene in front of her stunned for a moment.

Temple.

Except for one statue of god.

No one else!

However, the endless prayer did not disappear:

"Sister Meiya?!"

Fu Shiyi looked at Meiya in confusion.

Meiya smiled slightly, her face showed a pious look, her hands folded, and she knelt on the statue's cushion and bowed respectfully, holding the incense in her right hand. When she bowed again, nine incense pillars suddenly ignited, and Sister Meiya's pious face showed a pious look of joy. After inserting the incense pillar on the incense burner, she quickly formed seals with her hands and her lips moved.

"Buzz~~"

The temple suddenly trembled.

Fu Shiyi looked at the statue nervously.

At this moment.

A thick white mist lingers above the statue, and the white mist rolls. Then a familiar portrait slowly unfolds. In the painting, an old man is holding thousands of people in front of a quaint temple. Among them, the statue worshipped in the temple is sixty or seventy percent similar to the one in front of Fu Shiyi.

"This is..."

Fu Shiyi was a little uncertain at first.

When the abbot sacrificial man spoke, her pupils suddenly opened:

"Three uncles!!"

It turns out to be.

The third uncle who stayed in the ancient cliffs of Jingzhou, a ruined village.

The portrait lasted for less than half a cup of tea, and Sister Meiya's face was covered with cold sweat. She suddenly groaned, interrupting her practice, the statue was filled with thick fog, and the portrait disappeared.

"Sister Meiya? This...what the hell is going on?"

Meiya relaxed for a while.

Slowly said.

After listening to it, Fu Shiyi suddenly realized that the changes in the sea of ​​consciousness space were not only because of a crescent moon above, but the temple also underwent earth-shaking changes.

Sister Meiya and the old Fengtou have made great progress in their cultivation!

At the same time.

The temple also has new functions.

That's.

Can transform into believers who worship it.

"Sister Meiya, the meaning is that the statue of the god worshipped in the ruins of Guyaju is the projection of the statue in front of you?"

“That’s right.”

Sister Meiya nodded.

Fu Shiyi was instantly excited.

After entering the secret realm of Kunhua, the shuttle door of the sea of ​​consciousness space was also closed. Jingzhou Guyaju, she had not returned for a long time. According to time, if the seventh and eighth uncles had not had an adventure, she would have been in the end. She originally wanted to accompany them to complete the last journey of their lives.

In addition.

The shuttle mirror to return to the clan land.

She didn't know how her uncle's research progressed:

"Sister Meiya, can you communicate with the third uncle of the ruined village?"

"No."

Sister Meiya shook her head:

"I can only hear their prayers, and I can't communicate with them yet. Moreover, it is not me who can hear the prayers of believers, but Magu!"

"Magu?!"

Fu Shiyi frowned.

Magu's soul and the pure bottle are integrated.

Can't be withdrawn.

Fortunately.
Chapter completed!