The secret was agreed by all the people, and all the people practiced and rested, and some people carefully explored in the altar to find one or two treasures, but in the end it was in vain.
Five days later, the party continued to set out and marched to the left temple of the altar after negotiation.
Meng Fei has not finished dispersing ShaQi to kill the breath in the induction gas in front of the shrine, and looked at the bodies on the ground with a dignified face.
When the cat died, two of them sat in the town and helped many people to practice together. They still paid great casualties before they broke through.
If they hadn’t been trained by Meng Fei in front of them, they would never have broken into the altar so easily.
Meng Fei looked up and looked forward. Now there are two channels in the temple. His eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly.
In order to avoid being noticed by the secret or death statue, he hid in a very far place and did not see which channel they entered.
After half a silence, he shook his head. It seems that this time he needs to monitor himself. However, it is not difficult for him to determine their direction without practicing and entering.
Just as he stepped away, Meng Fei’s consciousness explored the gods. This is a strong and cautious move. Although the gods of the altar will be suppressed, it will not have much impact on Meng Fei
God saw through the body and swept past the temple before the altar.
It was this sweeping knowledge that made Meng Fei’s body slightly stiff. Huo Ran turned to look at the temple just now. His sweeping knowledge was to detect a little strange feeling, but it didn’t deceive Meng Fei’s induction.
Once again, he explored the gods and finally found the source that made him feel a little abnormal.
This source is in the half of a pillar that supports the sky.
The stone pillar is engraved with several fine and messy lines to divide the surface of the pillar into pieces of messy pieces of different sizes.
These fragments look exactly the same, but one of them made Meng Fei feel strange.
His feet step by step, and now his eyes are fixed on a piece of debris beside the stone pillar. This piece of debris is not perfect at the edge, unlike the later additions.
Meng Fei slightly thoughtfully stretched out his hand and fell on this fragment with a slight force accompanied by a light sound. This fragment was directly taken by him, and it was no different before it was quickly repaired and perfected in the peristalsis of the stone pillar.
He focused his attention on the fragments in his hand. Although it is a small piece, it has some weight. The material is like stone, not stone, not gold. I don’t know if it is cast, but he didn’t find it after careful examination.
But this fragment is by no means simple.
Meng Fei is not the only one who must have inspected the temple in front of the altar, but he found that it is different here, which must be hidden. Maybe he is a golden god.
Although I don’t have a clue, Meng Fei carefully dropped this fragment into the object. Yuan Shen carefully swept around to make sure that there was no omission before he stepped into the left channel.
In order to avoid being detected by the cat and others, Meng Fei was very cautious in his progress and sensed the breath.
This is a long passage, and the stone walls on both sides are embossed with exquisite and gorgeous weather. Although I don’t know how many years ago it was, it is still extremely undamaged today.
Relief is more complicated. Fighting thousands of troops in the battlefield, executing in the wilderness, miserable cramps, peeling bones, frying pans, prestige halls, and practicing sitting in danger. Relief seems to record something, but it is not found when you look closely.
Meng Fei didn’t glance a little when there were too many waves.
He frowned slightly and walked in this passage for a long time. He didn’t notice that uniting left any trace. Could it be that the death of the cat was another passage?
But the idea just disappeared in his mind now.
Because in his sight, the passage has come to an end and is connected with a towering temple.
And in this passage, a practitioner with his back against the wall looks calm and his face is still a little warm and smiling.
This practice has no breath and is obviously dead. Meng Fei walked over to him and put his hand on his neck. It was still warm. Obviously, this person died soon.
It seems lucky that the cat came this way.
It’s this time that the three parties entered the ancient shrine and made strict demands on the cultivation. In other words, this death cultivation is also a strong one, but Meng Fei has seen that his body is not injured, but the breath of Yuan Shen disappears completely.
Could it be that the attack on Yuan Shen was erased and Yuan Shen died?
Meng Fei’s eyes swept around and looked down at the death practice eyes. A high bronze mirror was inlaid on the wall of the altar and his clear figure was reflected. Besides, it was abnormal again.
He frowned slightly and his eyes suddenly moved towards a hall.
When the Shentai Hall is killing,
As far as the eye can see, the walls of the hall are inlaid with pieces of black grease. In the fluctuation of the water surface, the head guards of the Shentai constantly flee from it, screaming and screaming, holding their wings and turning to the sky to go straight to practice culling.
In the constant influx of Shentai guards, there are Shentai guards who break through the body with a fierce and ruthless breath.
The deep wall of the altar is connected to the altar, and it can keep pouring into the altar to guard the altar, intercept and break into and desecrate the altar for cultivation.
However, in the left temple of the altar, eleven abyss pour out the guardian power of the altar crazily.
At first glance, there is a sight of a shrine, overlapping and roaring, and the flying altar guards are suspended in the altar, offering sacrifices and growling at the altar guards. Chapter one hundred and seven Killing the altar.
And in the midst of heavy encirclement, the cat died and a line of crazy hands, and the two old undead lords raised their hands and cast their feet, so that generate could be silenced, and all the forces swept away, and the Shentai guards retreated and turned to dust directly.
At this moment, the prestige of terror killing has been thoroughly verified, but even if this team is still struggling, it is extremely difficult to move forward.
The guardian power of the altar wall is flooded, which can be filled. After they are killed, what is lacking is still left in the left temple of the altar. The guardian power of the altar is getting stronger and stronger, and the situation of the practitioner is getting worse and worse.
The cat looks pale, and the Johnson will come to three shrines with a clap, and one of them will be crushed repeatedly, but before landing, his body will collapse and dissipate, and dozens of shrines around him will turn to dust.