Everyone looked at Zhuo Yifan nervously, especially the monk who was cursed, and they kept praying in their hearts, hoping that Qin Meng would succeed.
"It's not good, my legs have turned into stone statues and I can't move!"
"Sir, save me because I don't want to die like this."
"No, the master's arm has completely turned into stone. He is going to fail."
It was no longer possible for everyone to remain calm, and waves of panic struck, making people collapse.
"Shut up, everyone, and don't disturb Elder Anyan to break the magic circle." Anchen shouted, but his eyes met Anbao's, and he nodded secretly.
Anbao sneered and looked at some other experts.
Invisibly, these Mahayana masters seem to have reached some kind of agreement, that is, if Zhuo Yifan fails, they will launch a blood sacrifice and use the power of the blood sacrifice to open the door.
Two hours passed.
The petrification phenomenon is getting more and more serious, and some monks have only their heads left.
An Bao said in a deep voice: "Young Master, please give the order. These people have been petrified and will die soon. It is better to launch a blood sacrifice and maybe contribute the last remaining strength."
An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan, who was motionless, and said helplessly: "What a pity. Elder An Yan seems to have failed."
He waved his hand and was about to order the blood sacrifice when suddenly there was a cry of surprise.
"The pattern on the door is bright. Elder Anyan succeeded!"
"I also saw it. The stone gate seemed to have moved just now."
"Elder Anyan is so powerful, he actually opened the door to the treasure house."
An Chen was also shocked. These monks were his resources, and it would be good for him to sacrifice less.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the door.
On the gate, the runes are being activated.
The lines began to light up like electrified lanterns, and the words began to change. The strokes were like elves, starting to combine freely, and finally evolved into three big characters... Naihe Bridge!
Seeing these three words, everyone exclaimed in disbelief.
They did not expect that this treasure house was actually the legendary Naihe Bridge.
These three big characters stung people's eyes, and it took a while to see clearly what was going on inside.
Inside the gate, there was actually a layer of fog shrouding it, making it impossible to see clearly what was underneath.
Visually, it is a very wide space.
An Bao said in a deep voice: "Young Master, the door to the treasure house has been opened. Should we send someone to take a look first?"
Anyone who sees this scene will inevitably beat drums in their hearts.
There seems to be something very scary in the mist, coveting everyone, making people feel numb in the back involuntarily.
An Chen nodded and said: "Elder An Yan, since the door has been opened and the curse on you is about to fully take effect, let's go explore first and maybe we can find the antidote."
Zhuo Yifan had already withdrawn his hand from the stone door and looked a little depressed.
This text of understanding the rules is indeed not an easy task. Even Zhuo Yifan, who is stronger than Zhuo Yifan, has also suffered some injuries and is recovering.
However, his arm turned into stone not because of the curse, but because the devil's heart merged with Shimen and evolved deliberately.
Of course he won't reveal this secret.
In fact, An Chen sent him to explore the road just in line with his wishes, because the devil's heart sent a wave of fluctuations, as if he was expecting something.
Usually, it will have such a violent instinctive reaction only when there is a large amount of essence and blood that attracts it to devour.
There must be treasures in this treasure house that can attract the hearts of demons. Being able to enter first is something Zhuo Yifan can only dream of.
In fact, at this moment, at least dozens of people have been completely turned into stone statues due to the curse.
"Kill all these ghosts!"
An Chen gave the order coldly.
When the bodies of these monks were completely turned into stone statues, their soul consciousness was directly squeezed out of the demon infant and turned into a naked spirit body.
Everyone is very wary of this kind of spirit body, and upon hearing this, they will attack together.
But I don’t know what happened. Perhaps these ghosts had just formed and still had memories. They screamed and flew into the treasure house and disappeared.
Zhuo Yifan looked at the many frozen monks and frowned, feeling very helpless.
This curse is so terrible that no one knows how to undo it.
Instead of staying here and waiting to die, they would rather enter the treasure house and have a try.
Zhuo Yifan looked at An Bao and An Chen, and with a thought in his heart, he said: "I am willing to lead everyone to explore the path, but if we get the treasure, it is ours and no one else can fight for it."
An Chen narrowed his eyes and said: "As long as you can obtain the treasure, except for the blood of the true demon, the rest is up to you."
It is impossible for An Chen to give in when it comes to the distribution of the true demon's blood.
Now that An Yan is cursed, if he dies, he will naturally get his share. In this way, he will get two copies of the true demon's blood, which is much greater than Yin Dang's gain.
Zhuo Yifan nodded: "Sir, please rest assured that if we get the blood of the real demon, we will definitely bring it back and distribute it fairly to everyone."
Zhuo Yifan said generously. In fact, even a fool knows that this is simply impossible. It is not easy to obtain the blood of the real demon. Special means must be used.
Perhaps the greatest treasure in this treasure house is the Netherworld Fountain.
It is said that this kind of magical spring water coming from the depths of the Netherworld can not only improve the soul and body, but also help people practice the magical power of the Netherworld Sect...the Netherworld Golden Body Art!
That is the top body-refining divine secret. If you obtain it, your combat power will be greatly increased in the secret realm.
Almost all the cursed monks are willing to follow Zhuo Yifan into the treasure house to explore.
Staying outside will lead to death sooner or later, so it is better to give it a try.
Seeing a large number of monks walking into the treasure house gate, An Chen, Yin Dang and others showed a strange smile on their lips, which was indescribably sinister.
Zhuo Yifan didn't see their expressions. He was now using his spiritual power to continuously explore and find a way to go.
This fog is so weird that it looks like a solid substance, completely blocking everyone's sight, making it impossible for people to see clearly the road under their feet.
After walking a few steps, someone let out a shrill scream and suddenly disappeared.
Everyone was shocked immediately.
"Don't panic, everyone. This is the Naihe Bridge. The depth under the bridge is unfathomable. If you go wrong, you will definitely fall into the abyss and die without a burial place." Zhuo Yifan shouted loudly.
Ever since he entered the gate, he felt that his spiritual power had been greatly suppressed, and he could only exert half of his strength here.
Moreover, this fog is very strange. Even if it is detected by the power of the mind, it seems very hazy, and it is impossible to see the reality at all.
Since it is called Naihe Bridge, the only way in is from the bridge.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but think of the small bridge in the tomb of King Weiwu. Now it seems that there is some connection between the two.
If not for this, he would not have been able to reorganize all the strokes and compose the three rules of Naihe Bridge before opening the door.