"Damn, you have a good idea. You can practice in the house. We will wait for you here for hundreds of years. When you advance, we will fight out. Haha, God will stop you when the time comes.
Kill the gods and Buddhas---oh no, kill the immortals and kill the immortals. Let's see who can stop us." Before Fang Yan could say anything, Tu Qian slapped his thigh hard and screamed, clearly agreeing with Fang Yan's idea.
Fang Yan glanced at Tu Qian helplessly and cursed Baldhead in his heart. What he said just now was just to scare people. He really asked him to practice here. He didn't know how long it would take to succeed in attacking something that was a bit ethereal.
He really didn't have the courage to fight the Seven Changes of Blood. You must know that this place is not a blessed place. Although he is safe and sound now, the stone coffin placed in front of him makes people panic no matter what. You don't need to think about it to know that there must be something inside.
The owner of this burial place is a powerful person at the level of an immortal. Who knows if something terrible will suddenly happen?
Now that Scrophulariaceae has been obtained, Fang Yan is not willing to stay in this dangerous place that may change at any time.
"Shut your mouth." The goddess said coldly without even looking at the butcher gun. Apparently she was thinking about Fang Yan as well, with a look of worry on her face.
He didn't scare the two old men from another world. Fang Yan didn't seem to have an embarrassed expression. He smiled and walked towards the Scrophulariaceae natal vine. He looked at it carefully and walked around the vine a few times.
, finally sighed and shook his head in disappointment. He originally wanted to see if there was a way to transplant the rattan to the sacred mountain. In that case, he would not be afraid that the Scrophulariaceae would die if he left the place too far.
But after thinking about it again and again, he still didn't dare to take the risk. If the lifeblood was destroyed during the transplantation process, he would have to commit suicide with regret, and the gain would not be worth the loss.
The ancestors were able to transplant this Scrophulariaceae because it was still just conceived and its life roots were not yet solid. But now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the Scrophulariaceae has matured and its roots have long been deeply rooted here. No one wants to move it again.
Knowing what would happen---"Xiao Yan, what's wrong?" Looking at Fang Yan's actions, both the goddess and the old man from another world were a little puzzled. Even the Scrophulariaceae had been obtained and they were still circling around the rattan.
What? The goddess was afraid that there was something wrong with Scrophulariaceae, so she couldn't help but frown and asked aloud.
"It's okay." Fang Yan raised his head and looked at the goddess with a wry smile and said, of course he would not tell this matter in public.
"Fellow Taoist, what should we do now? How do you return?" Zhou Dashen glanced at the two old men from another world and said to Fang Yan, with some anxiety on his face.
Fang Yan did not answer immediately, but stood there and fell into deep thought. He kept looking at the surrounding environment with his eyes, not missing every detail. The little beast seemed to know about this and the situation between him and Fang Yan. Jin
The eyes covered with awns also surveyed the surroundings, and little Mo looked quite serious.
Fang Yan hoped to find some loophole here, or find another way to leave this place, but in the end, he still found nothing, and the same was true for the little beast. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus not far in front of him.
He frowned sharply, with a changing expression on his face, as if he was struggling with something.
"Haha, you don't have to worry. Since I have nothing to do now, I'd better help the bald man get the secretary first. I hope it's the Nirvana Curse in his mouth." Fang Yan showed a relaxed smile and faced the three goddesses.
The person said, but no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit pretentious. Only Fang Yan himself knows that just now, when he made this decision, sweat lay out of his body for no reason, and it soaked his face in an instant.
His whole body, even the palms of his hands, were extremely nervous.
This is a weird imagination. Fang Yan himself doesn't know why. It's like the sarcophagus contains endless dangers that no one can touch or even think about. But he has no other choice now.
, he must touch this sarcophagus, not to mention helping Tu Qiang get the books on it. At the same time, this is also his only hope at present, the hope of leaving here. Maybe, this sarcophagus is the center of this place, maybe only it can
Change your current dangerous situation.
Staying here all the time is not an option. Rushing out directly is equivalent to committing suicide. Fang Yan has no confidence that under the double bombardment of Dao domain and the fifth-level old man, he can still return to the goddess's place with one breath. Therefore, he
Now the only thing to do is to bet on whether there is any mystery in this sarcophagus. If you don't bet, you will be in an endless stalemate or waiting for unknown dangers to come, or waiting for death. Even if there is really some huge danger in this sarcophagus, it is still worth it.
A bet!
"Xiao Yan---"
"house---"
The goddess and the gunman shouted at the same time, wanting to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything, they swallowed it back. They wanted to dissuade them, but what could they dissuade them from? They were not stupid people. Of course they knew that Fang Yan was going there now.
Touching the sarcophagus was not just for the book --- Fang Yan shook his head, once again gave the three of them a reassuring smile, and immediately turned around. At this moment, his face suddenly became extremely solemn and nervous,
Of course, the three goddesses couldn't see his expression at this time. They gritted their teeth and Fang Yan resolutely raised his legs and approached the sarcophagus step by step.
The lunar expressions of the two old men from another world turned into cruel sneers as Fang Yan approached the sarcophagus. Everyone knew that the burial place of the immortals was so terrifying. Not only were there inner demons and seas of suffering, but also a Tao realm was formed.
, it is conceivable that the real resting place of the immortal sage will not be peaceful. They really want to see the moment when Fang Yan's body and soul are destroyed!
Just a few feet away, Fang Yan did not hesitate. After a few breaths, he stood in front of the sarcophagus. He swallowed hard, hugged the curious little beast tightly in his arms, and first
This time I took a closer look at the sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus looks plain and unremarkable, almost exactly the same as the ordinary sarcophagus and wooden coffin, and the size is about the same. Apart from the vicissitudes of time and simplicity, there is no trace of patterns or mysterious writing on the surface. It is completely blank, but this is not the case.
Knowing what kind of stone it is made of, the sarcophagus looks extremely solid, giving people a feeling of indestructibility, as if nothing and no energy can break it.
Under Fang Yan's careful observation, he discovered that there was an inaudible gap a few inches at the top of the side wall of the sarcophagus, surrounding the sarcophagus. He immediately knew that the sarcophagus was not sealed.
This is where the coffin lid joins.
Fang Yan did not impulsively open the sarcophagus. Instead, he turned his eyes and stared directly at the extremely conspicuous protrusion on the sarcophagus. That was the first thing he saw that looked like a strange book, but it was covered with
It was covered in dust and couldn't see its true appearance at all.
Without hesitation, Fang Yan stretched out his palm and brushed away the thick dust on it. Then, the book that had been covered up for thousands of years finally revealed its true colors. When Fang Yan saw the scene in front of him, his whole body was filled with excitement.