"Who is there?"
The moment the door opened, light sprayed out, followed by the same gloomy energy as in the tree hole.
Jian Fan faced the door, his palms already soaked with sweat.
She just felt a sharp, crazy gaze directed at her, shooting out of that door.
In front of you is a huge tomb.
The top of the tomb is filled with large and small luminous pearls.
If you ignore the surging Yin Qi, the top of the tomb is like a miniature version of the starry sky, filled with silver light and very holy.
In the middle of the tomb is a coffin made of stone slabs and sealed.
Six yellow talismans suddenly appeared in Jian Fan's hand.
The yellow talismans flew to the six directions, southeast, northwest, up and down, and ignited without fire.
An angry barrier gathered around Jian Fan.
She crossed the stone slab again and stood directly at the exit of the tomb.
Jian Fan found that the place was almost spotless.
On both sides of the gate stood a row of clay sculptures of soldiers, holding halberds.
The weapons were not oxidized and glowed brightly with a cold light.
The soldiers faced the coffin with a serious expression, as if they were guarding or monitoring.
The eyes of the clay sculpture were the only ones colored, which were particularly vivid, just like the eyes of a living person.
Jian Fan stood beside the coffin, and it was as if those eyes were glued to her body.
"Ananda, it's too cold here.
I'm going to freeze into a zombie."
Jian Fan rubbed his arms and started shaking unconsciously.
The chill in the tomb is getting heavier and heavier.
"Why don't you open the coffin and take a look?
Maybe the sect master we are looking for is inside."
Rong Nan let out a "hum", and Jian Fan clearly felt that his body became warm.
She circled around the sarcophagus and put her fingers on her somewhat round chin.
"This coffin is made of stone.
It weighs about several tons.
How can I open it?
Come on."
"Your IQ is truly proportional to your strength."
Rong Nan's face was slightly raised, giving Jian Fan a cold, arrogant and noble profile.
With a wave of his sleeve, the coffin, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, fell into place.
It was gently dismembered like foam, and the broken stone slabs were neatly placed aside, revealing a sarcophagus filled with incantations.
The sarcophagus is not the gray in the simplified and traditional images, but a rich black, as if coming from within, and a gloomy atmosphere slowly spreads.
Jian Fan squinted her eyes and stared at the coffin.
Suddenly she heard a "crackling" sound coming from behind her.
She turned around in confusion and saw that the door behind her began to collapse, as if it was about to bury the person alive.
The sound of breaking wind came from far to near, and copper arrows whistled from the gaps, densely packed, and the entire tomb was the target of these copper arrows.
"Oh my god, I'm going to become a sieve."
Jian Fan muttered softly, not hiding or dodging.
She even leaned on the dark stone coffin and patted the coffin helplessly, "Brother, who did you offend?
, this arrow is obviously for you."
The rain of arrows arrived in front of Jian Fan in the blink of an eye, and beside Jian Fan, the white life almost solidified, colliding with the tip of the arrow, making a crisp "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" sound.
Jian Fan casually picked up an arrow from beside him.
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The arrow was also engraved with the same charm as the sarcophagus.
The aura it exuded was a bit complicated, with evil and spiritual energy intersecting.
The tip of the arrow was ground flat and not sharp.
There was another crashing sound, and Jian Fan tilted his body and almost fell down.
She stabilized her balance and moved away from the coffin in minutes.
The black coffin moved a few times in place, and the coffin lid revealed a gap, from which a wisp of white smoke floated.
Jian Fan said "Huh" and stood there, the copper coin sword flickering behind him.
"Destined person."
The wisp of white smoke transformed into the appearance of a woman in a white shirt, with red lips, big eyes, and snow-like skin, hazy and never clear.
The woman spoke, and the first words she said made Jian Fan frown.
Jian Fan subconsciously looked for Rong Nan and gave him a look that said, "I'm not as good as you in morals and not as handsome as you in appearance."
He completely missed the point.
Rong Nan put the wine glass to his lips and looked forward.
Jian Fan followed his gaze and realized that it was another taciturn guy.
But this person looked familiar.
Jian Fan tried hard to recall it, but her memory search was fruitless, so she used her virtue of asking when she didn't understand something, "Who are you?"
The woman didn't seem to react.
She was confused for a while, then raised her hand to cover the lower half of her face.
The smile in her eyes was somewhat hidden, but she didn't make any sound.
"I'm Qin Si."
Qin Si, isn't that the heroine on the mural?
Jian Fan carefully observed the woman's features and found a conclusion: there was indeed a huge gap between the ancient portraits and the real person.
"You led me to that tree hole.
What is your purpose?"
Jian Fan's tone did not change.
At this time, she suddenly calmed down, and her mind was frighteningly clear.
Rong Nan glanced this way, but Jian Fan didn't notice the flicker of the corners of his lips.
"Me."
Qin Si's expression dimmed as expected, "I am doing it for Xiao Lang."
Xiao Lang, "The one on the mural, is he the owner?"
Jian Fan asked calmly.
In fact, he was already worried that his brain capacity was not enough to store the next story.
She didn't know that her face was almost wrinkled into a brain.
"Xiao Lang is the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and a cultivator.
In order to follow him, I resigned from the important position of Yin Yang Envoy.
Xiao Lang is a very good person, but at that time, the weak Xiaoyao Sect was growing day by day, and finally It attracted the attention of various factions.
They said that we were members of the evil faction."
Qin.
Si paused for a moment.
She glanced timidly at the expressionless Rong Yan, pursed her lips, and spoke again, "Then we lived in endless pursuit, and in the end, only the two of us were left in the Xiaoyao sect.
In the end, He still died of his injuries.
I built this tomb for him.”
"You are stronger than him."
The sect leader died of his injuries, but his followers survived.
This is not consistent with the loyal subordinates in the ancient novels Jian Fan read.
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"No, he died for me."
When she said this, Qin Si seemed to be particularly excited.
Her already big eyes widened even more, almost falling out of her sockets, and finally she really looked like a ghost.
Her voice suddenly became louder, "I have been a yin and yang envoy, and I know that people like us who commit serious crimes will have to serve at least five hundred years in the Blood Pool Hell.
Xiao Lang is so proud, how could he be willing to become a lowly prisoner in the underworld?
So I kept his soul here, thinking that even if he went crazy in the end, at least he would still be him."
"Qin Si, in order to lock your sect leader here, you sacrificed your soul.
In order to hide it from the underworld, the barrier here was condensed with your soul.
In order to maintain this great formation, Run, you almost lost your mind."
Jian Fan looked at the copper arrows on the ground around him and said, "You love him."
"I can pay any price for him."
Qin Si's eyes were filled with tears, as if these words had exhausted all her life's strength, and even her body became transparent.
"Don't leave in a hurry, I have one last question.
You are from the Qin family, why did you let your ancestors die in such an ignominy?"
How luxurious and exquisite this tomb is, the leaky tomb above has How unfortunate.
Those sacrificed back then were two souls: