The saint ignored it and was still crying. Jiang Fan frowned and put away the influence talisman ball on the ground, and sighed: "It seems that you are really not suitable to be a saint. You are not calm when you encounter things. At first, it is normal that you can't hide your face, but it's not right for you to hold on and let go endlessly!"

"To be honest, there is no shame in this. As long as you can face it calmly and look at it with a reasonable perspective, you won't feel anything!" Jiang Fan preached.

"Asiders watch the excitement, experts look at the tricks, and they need to correct their mentality when looking at which images, and look at different angles. They are just about art appreciation and learning knowledge. If they look at it with vulgar and despicable thoughts, they are shameless. Saint, what kind of person do you want to be?" Jiang Fan asked with a thief smile.

Although the saint covered her face and cried, Jiang Fan's words were silent, which seemed to be a distortion, but it seemed to be something worthy. Once she tasted it, she was speechless. Isn't this saying that she was shameless?

"You are so shameless!" The saint couldn't help but wipe his tears, and shouted Jiang Fan with glaring, but his emotions were much more stable, and he was really moved by Jiang Fan's fooling.

"Oh, it's over. This is taking blood. Why are you moving around? Look, look, your arms are still bleeding, and the blood flows all over the floor is one or two pounds. It's so wasteful!" Jiang Fan suddenly exclaimed.

Ah...! The Saint was shocked, yes, he was taking blood, why did he forget it? The blood flowed all over the floor, one or two pounds? The Saint hurriedly looked at the ground, nothing was clean, and looked at his arms again, stunned, oh, there was no scar at all, what's going on?

"After struggling for a long time, you didn't get blood?" The Saint was so angry that she hadn't acted for so long, and asked.

"Uh, it's your energy trembling. I would have known that I would have taken more blood!" Jiang Fan said with some depression and regret.

"You have already taken the blood! Why don't I feel anything?" The saint was stunned and said suspiciously.

"It seems that the content of the videos I have shown for you is so wonderful. I guess I won't feel anything if I cut a piece of meat!" Jiang Fan smiled playfully.

"Uh, there are no scars at all. The effect of this talisman pill is really good!" The saint was embarrassed and understood the ambiguous meaning of Jiang Fan's words. He had to pretend not to hear it. He looked at his arm and touched it and sighed, thinking that Jiang Fan used the talisman pill to make the wound heal in an instant.

"Give it!" Jiang Fan naturally would not explain how to use the talisman to cure it. He was about to say something and then he made fun of the saint, but the saint snatched the words and reached out to his face.

"What do you want?" Jiang Fan didn't react for a moment and said in a daze.

"Didn't you say that you would give me two talisman pills to replenish after taking the blood?" The saint asked Jiang Fan with a blank look.

Jiang Fan suddenly realized, and smiled calmly and took out two talisman pills and handed them to the saint. The saint took it and stuffed it into his mouth. Jiang Fan still let the thief smile and asked, "Saint, do you want to go where you want to go? When you are fine, take it out and appreciate it when you are lonely?"

"Get out!" The saint suddenly scolded as if he was stepped on his tail, glared at Jiang Fan fiercely, and walked out of the tent angrily.

Jiang Fan was very comfortable, and immediately achieved his goal and teased the saint. He followed him out with a smile. The two of them came back to the big stone gate. The saint reminded him: "It's different when you go in this time. Be prepared. I'm about to open the stone gate!"

Entering the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral hall is not a trivial matter. Jiang Fan also got serious, nodded, took out the talisman bag, opened the bottle, put his fingers into the talisman bag, inserted his fingers into the bottle and soaked in the blood. His thoughts began to absorb the bloody air into his bloodline.

"What are you doing?" The saint asked frowned when he saw Jiang Fan hanging the treasure bag on his hand.

"The treasure bag is considered sealed, which is good for keeping blood fresh! I'm ready, please open the door. If the mental and mental power can't support it after you go in, say hello a little in advance and we will extend the soul!" Jiang Fan told perfunctorily.

The saint was speechless and didn't think much. She gave Jiang Fan a blank look, nodded and understood. She raised her hand and stretched out her fingers to a sharp edge among the patterns embedded on the door, and blood immediately flowed out.

Blood slid along the patterns into the small grooves in the gap. The patterns embedded in the big stone door suddenly flashed a few times, and a squeaking sound was made. A two-meter-long gap appeared when the big stone door opened.

"Let's go in. The big stone door will automatically close in ten seconds. By the way, don't be too far away from me, it's best not to exceed ten meters, otherwise my mental power will not be able to cover you!" The saint thought for a while and reminded Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan responded, quickly picked up four long wooden sticks and walked sideways into the big stone gate with the Saint. As soon as he entered the stone gate, the Saint used his spiritual and mental power to perform the secret technique, and enveloped Jiang Fan under his spiritual and mental power.

The stone door quickly closed and it was pitch black inside. The saint was very familiar with it. When he walked to the wall beside and pressed it, it suddenly lit up. There was a spacious passage in front of him, extending deep into the ground, more than a hundred meters long.

There are strange and terrifying talisman sealing restrictions in the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral temple. In addition to the bloody smell of the patriarch and the saint and the secret techniques of the passive methods, as long as the living creatures on the road enter, the sealing restrictions will be activated. Therefore, no mechanisms are installed. Jiang Fan and the saint easily walked to the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage is a stone wall with strange totem patterns of tribes engraved on it. The saint pressed a pattern on one side, and a door appeared next to it with a creaking sound. Jiang Fan and the saint entered, and more than a dozen steps were there, and below was the core part of the ancestral temple.

The forbidden area of ​​the ancestral temple was still filled with a thick and strange fog. Jiang Fan immediately used his eyes and looked at it. The situation inside had not changed from what he saw last time. His eyes fell directly on the graves. He looked through the entrance last time and was not enough time before he could finish the inspection.

"What are you looking at? You can't see much. Why don't you hurry up and make sand tables, don't drag it down!" Jiang Fan was looking at him, and the saint said unhappy when he saw him not moving.

"Okay, let's make a sand table and find a more spacious open space!" Jiang Fan nodded quickly and walked to the chopping board with the Saint to search for the fast open space. Jiang Fan said, "The sand table is set here, it looks convenient!"

The saint agreed, and Jiang Fan immediately saw four wooden sticks placed on the ground and took out two large bags of soil, a bundle of branches and a bag of moss skin from the talisman bag.

"The four wooden sticks are arranged into a rectangular frame. First, lay a thin layer of soil evenly on the floor inside the frame. The statue is piled up with some jade flowers and stones, and the chopping board is made of a piece of cloth!" Jiang Fan ordered the saint.

The saint immediately squatted on the ground and started to tinker. Jiang Fan pretended to do something, but his eyes were fixed on a grave twenty meters ahead and began to see through.

The surface of the tomb was covered with rocks half a foot later, and there was white jade inside. Jiang Fan looked carefully. If there was an entrance, there would definitely be cracks. After a while, half of the tomb was checked, suddenly his eyes were frozen in one place.

Damn, I finally found it! Jiang Fan was very happy and he guessed it well with himself. The last time the Eye of Wind was searching through the perspective was not good, and he didn't find it for a while. It seemed that these graves were careful space teleportation sites one by one.

A very thin crack trace was found on the edge of the tomb, with only half of the hair. His vision followed the crack traces, and Jiang Fan soon became depressed.

The grave is round, Jiang Fan can only see half of it when facing it, and the remaining half has to be seen, and the cracks have turned to the back in an arc.

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