An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan and smiled: "Does Elder An Yan not want to know where all the people from the Netherworld Sect have gone?"
Zhuo Yifan's face darkened and he said, "If I guess correctly, their souls were killed by us just now."
"It seems that Elder Anyan has also guessed it, but do you know the truth? Why did they become such strange ghosts?" Anchen said lightly, rather show off.
Zhuo Yifan was really curious: "What is going on? Why did the powerful Nether Sect in the past die collectively and become such a strange existence? Is this related to the curse you mentioned?"
An Chen said: "Yes, this is a curse. All the masters of the Netherworld Sect have lost their lives because of this. The spirit bodies are trapped in this underground passage forever and cannot be released."
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "Where does this so-called curse come from? Who cast it?"
An Chen pointed to the door of the treasure house and said: "I think this should be a trap left by the ancient Yuan clan. Maybe they don't want anyone to steal their treasure."
"Impossible. The ancient Yuan clan has been around for a long time. Even if they set any traps, it is impossible for them to survive to this day." Zhuo Yifan said with a look of disbelief.
"Elder Anyan, this world is not as simple as you see it. Didn't my elder brother tell you this secret?" An Chenyi pointed out.
Zhuo Yifan's face changed drastically, and he seemed a little ugly: "I don't understand what you mean, Master."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. In this world, ignorance can sometimes be quite happy." An Chen laughed and said, "However, you should know that in some places with the rules of time and space, time is not absolute."
Zhuo Yifan was shocked. As expected, people from these big families knew more secrets.
"For example, here, it seems to be no different from the outside, but in fact, it is in a mysterious gap in time and space. The flow rate of time is almost constant. Even if there is a change, it is so small that people can't even see it.
It’s not noticeable.”
Zhuo Yifan was truly shocked when An Chen said these words.
"You mean, this is a completely different time and space?"
"No, it's just a wonderful gap in time and space. If time and space are a long river, then it is a reef in the long river of time. It will not change with the river and is almost eternal."
An Chen's explanation is really shocking.
Mahayana masters understand the rules of space, and real demon masters understand some rules of time. Their understanding of time and space is far deeper than ordinary people.
Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath and said, "Young master is very knowledgeable and admirable."
"In a place like this where there is almost no flow of time, no matter what treasures are stored, they can be preserved forever without having to worry about being damaged by the passage of time."
An Chen's eyes flickered, but he looked at the treasure house door and continued: "So, no matter what is in this treasure house, it should be kept intact."
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved: "The blood of the true devil?"
When these words came out, everyone was shocked, and their eyes shone with light of desire.
As a monk, even Zhuo Yifan is full of expectations for this true demon's blood.
You must know that this is not ordinary blood essence, but the true demon's natal essence and blood. A person can condense at most a dozen drops in his lifetime.
Such a treasure can even directly improve a person's bloodline constitution to a great level. In other words, after being smelted, a master in the Mahayana stage can even directly become a true demon master.
Who wouldn’t want such a treasure?
You must know that the natural disaster is terrible. Only a few of a thousand people can hope to survive it. But with the blood of the true devil, it is almost 100% possible to survive it.
There were nearly a thousand Mahayana masters present, and almost everyone's eyes shone with gleaming, yearning for the true demon's blood.
Zhuo Yifan didn't expect the true demon's blood to appear so early, since it was still far from the final place of sacrifice.
An Chen said: "I'm not sure, but this treasure house is indeed the best place to store the blood of the true devil, because it will not deteriorate no matter how long it takes."
Zhuo Yifan pondered for a moment and said, "How much blood is there in the True Demon?"
An Chen showed a smile of approval: "Three drops! I think one of my elder brothers didn't tell you the amount of true devil's blood! Join us and you will get one drop of true devil's blood."
"Sir, are you trying to recruit me?" Zhuo Yifan's heart moved. Anyway, he is a fake and has no position at all.
"That's right, are you willing?" An Chen no longer concealed his thoughts at this moment, stared at Zhuo Yifan, and said: "Elder Anyan has proven his strength and value to us, now it is time for us to be honest.
arrive."
"Why not? The blood of a real demon can lead directly to a real demon. I don't think anyone in this world can refuse his temptation." Zhuo Yifan chuckled and said, "I wonder how much the young master knows about this treasure house?"
An Chen smiled slightly and said: "The City of Netherworld has always been a legendary city. It is said that if you find this city, you can obtain the secret of eternal life."
Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "The secret of eternal life? Then why did all the people of the Nether Sect turn into stone statues?"
An Chen said disapprovingly: "Who knows, maybe only the people of the Nether Sect can answer this secret, but there is little hope. After all, they have disappeared for ten thousand years."
Zhuo Yifan said: "Perhaps they have found the so-called eternal life."
"Oh, how could you have such an idea?" An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan in confusion.
"The body is transformed into a stone statue and will never decay. The consciousness becomes a ghost and is free. In this gap in time and space, as long as it is not attacked, it can exist almost forever. In a sense, they have indeed achieved immortality."
"It does make sense. Since you have gained eternal life, why do you still attack alien humans like an out-of-control lunatic?" An Bao asked with some confusion.
"I think this may be the price of eternal life, or in other words, it is also a curse." Zhuo Yifan said: "It will exist forever, but it can only be a stone statue. Anyone will go crazy."
An Chen laughed and said: "I think the reason why they went crazy is that they can't enter the treasure house. That is the biggest regret in life."
Yin Dang smiled coldly and said, "In that case, what are we waiting for? Let's get started."
Zhuo Yifan looked at An Chen and Yin Dang in confusion, and he sensitively caught the flash of gloom between their eyebrows.
It seems that opening this treasure house is not an easy task.
Yindang, Anchen, Anbang and several core disciples arrived in front of the treasure house.
The style of the Yuan clan has always been like this, with a roughness yet a subtlety. The seemingly simple door doesn't even have a chain, but no one can push it open with brute force.
An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan, with the corners of his mouth raised, half-smile but not a smile: "Elder Anyan, it's up to you."
Zhuo Yifan was stunned: "Why do you think I can open the door?"
"If you can't open it, then at least two thousand monks will die here. I think the elders don't want to see such a bloody scene!"
An Bao stared at Zhuo Yifan and smiled sinisterly.