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Zhuo Yifan was not angry, at least he glanced at An Burg lightly, and said, "I can try, but it will take time."

An Chen said: "In this space-time rift, what we need the most is time, because no matter how long it has passed, everything inside will not change in the slightest, but I have to remind you of a fact, about the curse. fact."

Zhuo Yifan shrank his eyes and said, "My lord, what does this mean? The ghost has been completely wiped out, shouldn't the curse be lifted?"

"No, you're wrong, a ghost is a ghost, and a curse is a curse." An Chen smiled gloatingly: "The ghost locks on the cursed target, and if they succeed in possessing them, they will be freed and reincarnated. And the cursed person , in addition to transferring the curse, there is the last way left, and that is to find the antidote, or kill the person who released the curse. Otherwise, they will transform themselves, slowly turn into stone statues, and their consciousness will be turned into spirit bodies and killed expelled from the body."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words. In this way, even if the ghost is killed, everyone is only temporarily out of danger. If they don't find an antidote, they still cannot avoid following the footsteps of the Nether Sect.

Zhuo Yifan's expression was a bit ugly: "Who is the one 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 asked in puzzlement, "Didn't it mean that as long as the released person is killed, the curse will be resolved by itself? This seems to be contradictory."

"That's right, the person who cast the curse is dead. Killing the person who cast the curse to break the curse will not work. Then, there is the last way left. Open the treasury and find the antidote."

An Chen laughed and said: "Anyway, we are not cursed, so it doesn't matter how long we wait, Elder An Yan, you are different, you don't have much time left, you must seize the time to crack the gate."

Zhuo Yifan's demon heart didn't feel anything wrong, and he felt a little disapproving of Anchen's threat.

If the curse could really threaten him, the devil's heart would definitely warn him.

"No, I feel that something is wrong with me, and I seem to be ossified." Suddenly someone yelled, terrified.

"His fingers have changed and turned into rocks! My God, the curse is real, we're all going to be turned to stone."

"No, my hands have changed too, the curse is real."

"My lord, help us, I can't move anymore!"

All of a sudden, there were exclamations everywhere.

Many monks suddenly discovered that certain parts of their bodies had turned into real rocks without knowing it.

No one could explain what was going on, why living flesh and blood turned into icy rocks, but everything was happening just as An Chen said.

Zhuo Yifan took a closer look and was also taken aback, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Under the detection of the power of the mind, the bodies of these monks really turned into rocks, not only that, but also spreading at a terrifying speed.

It is estimated that in a few hours, all of them will be turned into statues.

"When the head starts to turn into a rock, the magic baby will be forcibly stripped away, leaving only the consciousness that will be expelled and become a ghost forever homeless." An Chen looked at Zhuo Yifan and said in a deep voice: "An Elder Yan, for yourself and these people, you should work hard to break the formation, otherwise, I can only launch the blood sacrifice."

Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and he said, "Is the blood sacrifice omnipotent?"

"Yes, the blood sacrifice is omnipotent. As long as there are enough sacrifices, it can satisfy almost all wishes, including cracking the door of a small treasure house." An Chen said lightly.

The method of blood sacrifice is an ancient sacrifice method mastered by the eight major families. It is so ancient that no one can tell its origin and principle.

But this method is too bloody and cruel, and violates human relations, so it is only spread within the eight major families, and outsiders don't understand it at all.

It is said that this kind of sacrifice method needs to master the ancient secret spell to perform it.

And this kind of secret spell, only the heirs in line of the family can know it.

Coincidentally, An Chen and Yin Dang are qualified people.

Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to neglect, and quickly began to observe the gate.

The secret explosion of the gate and others have been studying it for a long time, but they have no clue. At this moment, everyone is staring at Zhuo Yifan, wanting to see how he can crack it.

There are also some simple lines engraved on the gate, which look like some simple words or strokes.

Other than that, nothing.

But it is such a very ordinary door, but no one can open it.

Because, that simple line is not a real line, but written with rules.

If it is unlocked, the information it contains will be converted into words, enough to fill the stone wall of the hall in front of you!

Not only that, but there is also a trace of time and space power on it, making these rule texts always at a specific locked time, and will never weaken their power due to the passage of time.

The text of the rules can only be comprehended and understood by masters who have a deep understanding of the power of the ancient Yuanzu.

Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes, and in the eyelids, the power of the soul was like a gentle tentacle, slowly approaching the text of the rules.

The devil's heart kept adjusting, slowly shifting towards the stone gate.

Zhuo Yifan gently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone door.

Click!

Lightly touched, but there was a crisp sound.

His hand seemed to be integrated with Shimen.

An Chen and the others turned pale with shock.

Because Zhuo Yifan's bare arm was changing color in shock, and it soon became exactly like a rock.

Anyone who sees it 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 voice transmission, he would have screamed in fright.

Zhuo Yifan's arm seemed to grow on the stone gate, and the two fit together seamlessly.

Suddenly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

An Chen's eyes changed, but she didn't speak.

The dark explosion is uncertain, looking at Zhuo Yifan, no one knows what he is thinking.

The monks who were also cursed were even more nervous. They pinned all their hopes on Zhuo Yifan.

If Zhuo Yifan fails, their end will be extremely miserable.

Zhuo Yifan appeared to be fine at the moment, but he was actually caught in the endless impact of information flow.

To comprehend the text of the rules, one has to disassemble and comprehend all the information.

Because each rule text is composed of a large number of runes, and there are often thousands of runes.

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 source race.

There are thousands of changes in it, and huge information will rush over in an instant, like a torrent.

The brains of ordinary people simply cannot bear such an instant impact.

Zhuo Yifan had the devil's heart to adjust from it, and he had the order to protect the original consciousness, but even so, he still couldn't bear to spit out blood at the moment when the information flow rushed towards him.

Fortunately, Feng Tianling 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 quickly synchronized with the text of the rules.

Zhuo Yifan's powerful spiritual sense played a big role at this moment, and he soon stabilized and began to comprehend the text of the rules.