Zhuo Yifan was not angry. He at least glanced at An Bao and said, "I can try, but it will take time."
An Chen said: "In this crack in time and space, what we lack most is time, because no matter how long it takes, nothing here will change at all. But I have to remind you of a fact, about the curse.
fact."
Zhuo Yifan narrowed his eyes and said: "Master, what do you mean? The ghost has been completely eliminated, shouldn't the curse be lifted?"
"No, you are wrong. A ghost is a ghost, and a curse is a curse." An Chen smiled and gloated: "The ghost targets the cursed target. If they successfully possess it, they can be freed and reincarnated. And the cursed person will be reincarnated.
, in addition to transferring the curse, the only way left is to find the antidote, or kill the person who released the curse. Otherwise, they will transform themselves, slowly turning into stone statues, and their consciousness will turn into a spirit body and be
Expelled from the body.”
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. In this way, even if the ghost is killed, everyone is only temporarily out of danger. If the antidote is not found, they will still inevitably follow the footsteps of the Netherworld Sect.
Zhuo Yifan looked a little ugly: "Who is the person who cursed?"
An Chen said: "The ancient curse, who knows, but this person must be dead."
"Since the master is dead, why does the curse still exist?" Zhuo Yifan said in confusion: "Didn't it mean that as long as the person who was released was killed, the curse would be resolved? This seems to be contradictory."
"Yes, the person who cast the curse is dead. Killing the person who cast the spell to break the curse is not feasible. Then, the only way left is to open the treasure house and find the antidote."
An Chen chuckled and said: "Anyway, we are not cursed. It doesn't matter how long we wait. Elder Anyan, you are different. You don't have much time left. You must seize the time to crack the door."
Zhuo Yifan's devilish heart didn't feel anything was wrong, and he was somewhat disapproving of An Chen's threat.
If the curse really threatens you, the devil's heart will definitely warn you.
"No, I feel like something is wrong with me. I seem to be freezing." Suddenly someone yelled, terrified.
"His fingers changed and turned into rocks! Oh my god, the curse is real, we will all turn into stone statues."
"No, my hand has also changed. The curse is real."
"Sir, help us, I can't move!"
Suddenly, there were shouts of surprise.
Many monks suddenly discovered that certain parts of their bodies had turned into real rocks without even realizing it.
No one can explain what is going on, why living flesh and blood turns into cold rocks, but everything is happening just as An Chen said.
Zhuo Yifan took a closer look and was shocked. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Under the detection of spiritual power, the bodies of these monks have truly turned into rocks. Not only that, they are also spreading at a terrifying speed.
It is estimated that within a few hours, they will all be turned into statues.
"When the head begins to turn into a rock, the demon baby will be forcibly peeled off, and only the consciousness left will be expelled and become an eternal homeless ghost." An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan and said solemnly: "An Chen
Elder Yan, for the sake of yourself and these people, you should work hard to break the formation, otherwise, I can only launch a blood sacrifice."
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved and he asked: "Is blood sacrifice omnipotent?"
"Yes, blood sacrifice is omnipotent. As long as the sacrifices are enough, almost all wishes can be fulfilled, including of course cracking the door of a small treasure house." An Chen said lightly.
The method of blood sacrifice is an ancient method of sacrifice mastered by the eight major families. It is so ancient that no one can tell its origin and principle.
However, this method is too bloody and cruel and violates human ethics, so it is only spread within the eight major families, and outsiders have no idea why.
It is said that this method of sacrifice requires mastering the ancient secret spell in order to perform it.
And this secret curse can only be known by the heirs of the family.
It just so happened that An Chen and Yin Dang were qualified people.
Zhuo Yifan did not dare to neglect and quickly began to observe the door.
Anbo and others have been studying this gate for a long time, but they have no clue. At this moment, everyone is staring at Zhuo Yifan, wanting to see how he cracks it.
On this gate, there are also some simple lines engraved on it, which look like some simple words or strokes.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
But no one can open such a seemingly ordinary door.
Because those simple lines are not real lines, but are written in regular writing.
If it is unlocked, the information contained in it can be turned into words, enough to fill the stone wall of the main hall in front of you!
Not only that, there is also the power of time and space on it, so that these rules are always locked in a specific time, and their power will never be weakened by the passage of time.
The text of the rules can only be understood and understood by masters who have a deep understanding of the power of the ancient Source Clan.
Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes. In his eyes, the power of the soul was like a gentle tentacle, slowly approaching the text of rules.
The devil's heart keeps adjusting and slowly transforms towards the stone gate.
Zhuo Yifan gently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone door.
Click!
After a gentle touch, a crisp sound came out.
His hand seemed to be integrated with the stone door.
An Chen and others were shocked.
Because the color of Zhuo Yifan's exposed arm suddenly changed, and it soon became exactly the same as a rock.
Anyone who sees him will probably think that he is cursed and is about to turn into a stone statue.
If Ouyang Qingzhi hadn't received Zhuo Yifan's psychic transmission, he would have screamed in fright.
Zhuo Yifan's arm seemed to grow on the stone gate, and the two fit perfectly.
Suddenly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Anchen's eyes changed, but he didn't speak.
An Bao was in a state of uncertainty. Looking at Zhuo Yifan, no one knew what he was thinking.
The monks who were also cursed were even more nervous. They placed all their hopes on Zhuo Yifan.
If Zhuo Yifan fails, their fate will be extremely miserable.
Zhuo Yifan appeared to be fine at the moment, but in fact he was caught in the endless flow of information.
To understand the text of the rules, you have to dismantle and understand all the information.
Because each rule text is composed of a large number of runes, and the number of runes is often thousands.
In a very short period of time, these runes need to be combined and perfectly condensed into the simplest strokes to form the unique rules of the ancient Yuan clan.
There are thousands of changes, and huge amounts of information will hit you in an instant, like a torrent.
The average person's brain simply cannot withstand such a momentary impact.
Zhuo Yifan had the devil's heart to adjust, and the heaven-sealing order to protect his original consciousness, but even so, when the information flow rushed towards him, he still couldn't bear it and spit out blood.
Fortunately, the Sealing Order was extremely powerful, and the power of faith instantly turned into a powerful defense, blocking the impact of this torrent.
At the same time, Devil's Heart began to quickly adjust the simulation, and soon it was synchronized with the rules text.
Zhuo Yifan's powerful spiritual consciousness played a great role at this moment, and he quickly stabilized and began to comprehend the text of the rules.