Behind the bronze door is a wide hall.

There is a space about the size of an indoor football field. Dark blue tambourine stones form this enclosed space. Pieces of tambourine polished into standard specifications are used in this place, floors, walls, domes, and these pairs of tambourines with extremely high resistance to super-conventional forces such as spiritual power and magic.

What's even more excessive is that some people still carve an extremely profound forbidden array on this thorn stone that has extremely high resistance. It is a magic array that destroys its inspiration and is specially used to fight against things with extraordinary power. I really don't know how it was portrayed at the beginning.

In short, the combination of Thornstone and the Impact Formation has turned the hall into a solid fortress that cannot be invaded with spells and magic.

If you want to use spells to blow up the defense here,

Without the joining forces of digital true lords or great magicians, it is impossible to enter violently.

However, as the saying goes, the most solid fortress is often broken from the inside. An Shibai didn't have much effort and directly opened the banned door with the "key" and walked in so dignifiedly.

“······It’s so beautiful!”

An Shibai stood at the door, raised his neck, opened his eyes wide and looked ahead, deeply fascinated by the unparalleled beauty.

An octagonal altar is located in the center of the hall.

Sixty-four long banners embroidered with sun and moon patterns were inserted around the altar, arranged in a mysterious formation, guarding the altar in the center. Soft golden red lights like water fell from the sun and moon on the long banners, and the stars of the spiritual light gathered together, like a long river flowing among the mountains, and like a belt of light passing through the peaks.

but,

All the glory of this is just the light of fireflies after all, and under that bright full moon, it is destined to be eclipsed.

On the altar,

A gourd is placed.

It is about two feet tall and dark all over. From the first glance, it can be said that it is extremely inconspicuous. If it were not for such an extremely special environment, it would be difficult for anyone to notice any special features of this gourd.

However, in such a situation, as long as your mind is not stupid or stupid, you will never be despised because of your unrespectful appearance.

“Is it beautiful?”

Brand followed Ansbai and looked at the surrounding scenery.

His eyes circled around and fell on the altar. Looking at the dark little gourd, listening to Lord An Shibai's praise, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, and opened his eyes widened. Unfortunately, he still couldn't see anything. He couldn't help but mutter, "It feels very ordinary!"

“The scenery in our eyes is completely different.”

An Shibai narrowed his eyes slightly.

He reached out and pressed it gently on his eyelids, expressing sincere praise, "The Demon Eyes... What a good thing!"

It is precisely with these beautiful eyes like amethyst that he can see this wonderful scenery that ordinary people will definitely not see. In his sight, the dark gourd has already taken off that layer of appearance. What he sees is a big sun, a faint moon, a river, a river surging, a vast universe!

"So that's it. The Qiankun Sun and Moon Jade Pot, I didn't expect that there was really a Qiankun inside... No wonder the three 'gods' were locked up."

This small gourd is a big world.

An Shibai breathed deeply.

Even he had never seen a few treasures of this level. He had only heard that the Ark of the Holy See had the power of the world, but after all, it was just heard, far less than the shock that he had witnessed with his own eyes!

He calmed down his mood, raised his steps again, and walked towards the altar.

only,

Sixty-four long vermilion flags connected into a formation, blocking his way. As soon as he approached, a hot fire appeared, making it impossible to get close.

"Ahhhhh!! Is this the final test?"

An Shibai looked up at the long banner in front of him, "There is no such thing mentioned in the transaction... It's a headache!" He sighed so much, but there was a pleasant smile on his tender face that was completely inconsistent.

He clapped his hands gently.

"Come back! My little Ibilis."

The call fell,

Only the sound of flapping wings came from the aisle outside the hall. The dark shadow flew across the sky like a big black bird, and came to An Shibai's side at an astonishing speed. The strange face that seemed to be spliced, the two snake heads that had not disappeared on their shoulders, and the painted black wings behind them.

It was Little Ibilis.

It came along the road opened by Brand without any obstacles.

"Little Iberis, go! Let's make a way."

Ans pointed at the sixty-four long vermilion banners in front of him.

The next moment,

The painted black storm suddenly roared in the hall. The dirty and evil wind was as viscous as liquid. It rolled up and pressed towards the sixty-four long vermilion flags like waves, colliding with the surging and hot fire light that was gushing out.

The battle between two opposing forces shook the air in the hall, and a very strong wind blew up, making Brand unable to open his eyes.

"How can I block my way out if I am a dead person!"

An Shibai looked at the long vermilion banner that was still conceited and stubbornly resisted, stretched out his index finger on his right hand, and saw an invisible wind blade passing by, and a deep wound was cut into pieces. Drops of red blood dripped down, not falling to the ground, but was greedily swallowed by the painted black wind.

Little Iberis, who turned into a strong wind, suddenly showed the shape of his upper body, especially the painted black wings behind him, which became much bigger. The halos were flowing on the ink-colored feathers, and the illusory changing flames seemed to be attached to the wings and burning.

It stretched out its hand.

The black palms of the five fingers were wrapped around the painted black flames, and the fiery fires gushed out of the long vermilion banner bit by bit.

Immediately afterwards,

A "click" sounded.

The closest vermilion banner was broken.

There is no man to command the commander, and such a formation that lacks change is actually very fragile. A node has been destroyed by someone like this. The originally tight magic array immediately revealed its flaws, and no one can help but watch the black abusive wind tear the magic array bit by bit.

The final defense was also destroyed.

There is no more obstacle in front of the altar.

Anshibai came to the altar under the protection of Little Iberis, but... he looked up at the altar a little higher than himself. However, Anshibai, who looked like a child, couldn't reach the gourd placed on the altar.

"Brand, come here!"

Anshibai turned around and greeted his loyal subordinates.

"Squat down for me."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the position in front of the altar. Brand blinked and looked at the tall altar and the not-so-high Lord Ansbai, ah! That's it... He squatted down, trying his best to control his rolling emotions, just treating himself as a footstool without emotions.

Stepping on the human footstool, An Shibai's vision finally stood on the same level as the gourd on the altar.

"What should I do next..."

Looking at the gourd, An Shibai took out the second talisman from his pocket. This level of treasure cannot be touched casually with just reaching out. Otherwise, he would have let Little Iberis take it down long ago, so why should he do it yourself?

Just as Ansbai took the gourd off the altar,

"well!!!"

A long sigh came from outside the hall.
Chapter completed!