The Saint was really ashamed and didn't want to live anymore. This time the shame was too much than ever before. As soon as the two-headed split beast let go of her, it staggered a few steps and committed suicide by hitting the rock. Jiang Fan's words were ugly, but it was like a bolt from the blue that made her wake up suddenly.
Yes, at a critical moment, the self-destruction of the treasures in the forbidden tribe in the ancestral hall was not solved, and my father's divine talisman was not obtained, so how could he die?
My father endured the pain so much, just for the future of the Monk tribe. How could I die because of my personal shame and humiliation and ignore the Monk tribe? For the future fate of the Monk tribe, what is personal honor and disgrace? No, I can't die!
Uh, this damn guy actually said he wanted to take over the Monk clan. Humph, he finally revealed his ambitions. He can't let him succeed, he must look at him!
The saint calmed down instantly, looked at the two-headed split beast beside him and shouted softly: "Do not!" while picking up the treasure bag that fell on the ground to get clothes.
The two-headed split-body beast was stunned when he heard this and did not speak, flew to Jiang Fan in the cave, and whispered with his ears: "Master, the saint doesn't seem to want to die!"
Jiang Fan smiled, took out two small bottles and threw them down. After thinking about what he was about to say, the two small bottles were thrown up, and he couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, the saint's cold voice came, "Pretty good guy, disgusting!"
"The injuries on your back are difficult to deal with. I'll let the two-headed beast help you solve them!" Jiang Fan didn't care and suggested kindly.
"Thank you, I can't bear it, I will deal with it myself!" The saint refused immediately.
Jiang Fan was not talking. After waiting, it was probably about the same. He asked again: "Come on?"
The saint didn't say anything this time, and Jiang Fan didn't ask any more. He stood at the edge of the cave and almost laughed. The saint looked at the edge of the wall, as if he was thinking of a way to get up.
Jiang Fan winked at the double-headed split-body beast. The double-headed split-body beast immediately went down, and his body trembled and turned into a saint rolled up. The saint exclaimed and stopped making any more noise. She could not spell it, and without help, she could not get up from below seven or eight meters deep.
Jiang Fan looked at the saint's back, and some parts were already faintly red, and frowned and said, "You are still bleeding because of a scratch on your back! Let both heads help you deal with it!"
"No, blood will leak, and it will be scabbed on your own later! Do you really want to attack me, Monk?" The saint refused angrily, and then stared at Jiang Fan and asked seriously.
"I just don't want you to go to extremes for a while!" Jiang Fan replied meaningfully, stunned.
The saint frowned and asked coldly: "Can you leave now?"
Jiang Fan nodded, and the saint immediately walked out of the cave. Jiang Fan was a little depressed. Uh, the saint suddenly became cold and seemed to be hating again. He shook his head without saying a word to follow.
The saint left the cave, walked three or four meters and suddenly bowed and pressed on a rock that was concave into a rock wall. With a clamor, a door opened on the rock wall beside it.
"Uh, it's really clever. The stone door is so thick. Even if you knock it, you won't be able to hear abnormalities!" Jiang Fan praised with no words.
The saint still didn't say anything. When he walked into the stone gate, Jiang Fan followed up with a little depressed and disappointed. The saint pressed another rock on the rock wall of the passage, and closed the stone gate with a loud bang. He basically said nothing along the way, but the saint occasionally prompted him to avoid almost the mechanism.
The saint took Jiang Fan and the double-headed split beast to the end of the passage and stopped. The saint stood there motionless, as if thinking about something. Jiang Fan did not disturb him. After waiting for a while, he simply sat on the ground.
After the meeting, the Saint seemed to have made some decision. Suddenly, he took out a knife from the treasure bag and walked towards Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan was startled and hurriedly stood up and took a step back and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I want to use the secret method to take you into the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral hall. You must cut your palm, then cut my own palm, and then hold hands, and the wound corresponds. In this way, the prohibitions in the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral hall will not recognize your true identity and will not hurt you!" The saint explained lightly.
Jiang Fan was relieved and stretched out his palm. The saint seemed to hate Jiang Fan very much. The wound was very cruel. A lot of blood came out. Jiang Fan frowned and said nothing. The saint then gently slashed one of her hands, and then the wound corresponded to the hand holding Jiang Fan.
"Uh, it's okay for those two divine beasts to wrap around my waist!" Jiang Fan suddenly asked in his heart.
"This is not possible, even living creatures can't go in!" The saint glanced at the double-headed split beast and said.
"Okay, double-headed, you're waiting here!" Jiang Fan frowned, and at the same time, his soul was transmitted to the double-headed split beast, ready to enter the world of talismans.
"The little one won't go in. When you watch you go in, the little one will leave!" The double-headed split beast said helplessly.
The saint held Jiang Fan's hand and groped in front of a rock wall. Suddenly, he pressed his hand and a big hole appeared on the rock wall next to it. The saint pulled Jiang Fan and walked inside. Jiang Fan took the opportunity to express his thoughts, and the double-headed split beast disappeared instantly and entered the world of talismans.
After entering the cave for dozens of meters, the front lighted up, like a hall. The saint pointed to a door and told him with a caring advice: "This door is open, it is a talisman prohibition. When we enter, you must hold on to me. Don't let go, otherwise it will be dangerous!"
"As soon as I step in, I will generate a strong pulling force to bring us in, and then I feel a little dizzy like a whirlpool!" Then the saint reminded again.
Jiang Fan nodded, and the saint opened the door. Suddenly, there was a large round mirror like a fluorescent flashing jelly aunt in front of him. The surface was slightly surging. The saint grabbed Jiang Fan's hand and used force. He raised his legs and stepped into the round mirror. Suddenly, the saint exclaimed that some of it was sucked in, and Jiang Fan was also pulled in.
"Damn, it's true that I have such a great force. If I didn't say hello in advance, I might have lost my hand!" Jiang Fan was a little surprised, and only felt that the sky was spinning and the eyes were pitch black. Soon the person stabilized. The light was a little brighter, but it was far worse than normal.
Well, it was indeed foggy, and the vision was really bad! When Jiang Fan looked around, it was very dim and foggy. He could only see several meters away. He saw a grave not far ahead in a vague way, and he could no longer see what was going on further away.
Jiang Fan was about to use the perspective of the wind Eye, and the saint reminded him: "We only have half an hour. To be precise, we must go out in less than half an hour. Hurry up and see where the treasure in the clan is!"
"I know, I have to wait for the white-light ball in my soul space to react. I can't recognize where the treasure in your clan is!" Jiang Fan hurriedly responded perfunctorily and emphasized so that he could buy time to stay longer.
"Then you hurry up. If the white-shin ball doesn't respond, you can try to activate it with your mental power!" The saint frowned and suggested.
Jiang Fan responded, and the wind Eye began to see through, and the surroundings became clear and a little surprised. It was indeed a ancestral temple, but the construction was quite strange, with traces of artificial fabrication and natural appearance.
The entire ancestral hall is as big as a football field. It is an underground building, which is ten meters high and is relatively spacious. The ground is strange. There are bluestone paths crisscrossed. Most of the rest of the ground is barren land and grass does not grow.
The surrounding walls are neatly built with rocks and soil layers on the top, and they are all neatly cut into roofs. The entire ancestral hall has more than ten rock pillars that can be held together and can be supported to prevent collapse.
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Chapter completed!