One breath, two breaths

Most of the time passed, and Zhao An's eyes were almost tearful, but the thorns in front of him had not changed at all, and they were still swaggering in front of him.

"Why is it useless?" Zhao An scolded in annoyance, and then rubbed his uncomfortable eyes with his hands, and it took more than half an hour to make his eyes more comfortable.

I tried a few more times so unwillingly, but every time Zhao An's eyes were dry and numb, and the thorn forest in front of him did not react in the slightest, as if he was indifferent to the power of the years.

"Damn!" The inheritance thing was in front of him, but he was stopped by this thing of plants and trees, and he couldn't move forward for half a minute, and in a hurry, Zhao An's right hand shook as if venting, but he unintentionally touched the thorn of the thorn, and suddenly a dull pain came from his fingertips, and then a bead of blood rolled out.

"Hmm" Zhao An snorted, and subconsciously put his finger in his mouth and swallowed it.

And just when Zhao An frowned and thought hard about countermeasures, he didn't notice that the moment the thorns were stained with the blood on his fingertips, a milky white light flashed out from it.

A thin sound of "swish" came, Zhao An's ears moved, and when he raised his eyes to see the scene in front of him, the whole person was speechless in shock.

I saw that the thorn forest, which stretched for hundreds of miles, was like a mimosa, and the originally hideous spikes actually shrank back.

In Zhao An's stunned gaze, a path that could only accommodate one person appeared in front of him. After taking a closer look, Zhao Ancai walked into it slowly.

This thorn forest may not have been visited by anyone since it was born, the ground is wet, and there is an obvious sense of subsidence when you step on it, or it may be that you are in the thorn forest, and even the air is humid.

As Zhao An walked all the way forward, the more the thorns on both sides retreated to the side, and the flexible vine branches seemed to be alive, curling back and bending, for fear of blocking Zhao An's way.

The further he walked, the quieter the surroundings became, so quiet that Zhao An could clearly hear his own wheezing.

After walking for two hours, a white ≡ finally appeared in front of him, and An's eyes lit up, and he ran towards the white line.

After running for more than ten steps, Zhao An's feet finally got out of the dirt and stepped on the set.

Looking up, it was a magnificent and vast white jade platform, showing the shape of eight trigrams, and the eight giant pillars around it towered into the sky, reaching into the sky.

And in the clouds, dense purple chains run through it, as if to tie something up, and between the whole heaven and earth, there is only a death-like silence.

Rao is Zhao An has seen the magnificence of the Heavenly Mandate Tower, and he was also shocked by the white jade platform in front of him, and for a while he felt ashamed of himself, but he didn't dare to climb the white jade set, for fear of defiling this place.

For a while, Zhao An stood in place, whether he was advancing or retreating, I don't know how long he stood there, gradually, a strong sadness surged into his chest, as if a big stone was pressed on his chest, so stuffy that he couldn't shout, couldn't scream, could only sigh from his mouth.

"Alas"

As soon as this voice came out, Zhao An's back instantly cooled, and he suddenly raised his hand and gave himself two slaps, and when he raised his eyes again, his expression was full of jealousy.

"What the hell is this, it has the power to influence people's emotions!"

Zhao An stared at the white jade platform, took a deep breath, and said secretly, "It's all here, how can you stop here!"

Thinking of this, Zhao An took a deep breath and slowly raised his leg and landed on the stone steps. Time seemed to stop at this moment, the unwillingness and sighs just now were all gone, and a calm that had never existed before occupied Zhao An's heart, as if coming here was due to his fate, and everything he had done before was to go through this experience.

One hundred and eleven sets.

The set was very high, and every time he went to the next level, Zhao An almost had to lift his thighs to the flat chest, but as Zhao An stepped on the first step of the set, a breeze blew from the place where the silence was like a dead land.

The wind was so weak that it couldn't even blow its clothes.

But in the next moment, I heard the heavens and the earth almost crying, and the wind rolled up flat, swarming into Zhao An's body, and Zhao An's disappeared spiritual power was condensed slightly.

Shocked looking at the changes in the surrounding world, Zhao An didn't even need to look inward, he could feel that in the sea of qi in the dantian, a spirit bead-like chaotic thing was quickly condensed, and next to the chaotic thing, there was a purple spirit bead that quickly rotated.

"What is this?!" Zhao An's expression was shocked, he only knew that cultivators had divine consciousness spirit sea, but he didn't know that there would be something similar to chaos, and what puzzled him even more was the spirit bead.

I saw that the spirit bead was glowing with purple faint light, the whole body was crystal round, and the scorching demon light on it flickered continuously, if he guessed correctly, it should be the demon pill of the Peng Bird that day.

"Hasn't this spirit bead been swallowed by the ruins, how can it appear in my body?" Zhao An's mind was running rapidly, but he couldn't figure out such a strange thing, and he could only see that the purple spirit bead was completely absorbed and fused by the chaos of his dantian, and finally he couldn't see it again.

And at this moment, Zhao An finally stood at the top of the set, and then looked at the center of the gossip jade platform in amazement.

In the white jade platform, there was a coffin lying quietly, and the top of the coffin was locked by chains one after another, as if he was afraid that the contents of the coffin would come out.

Not only that, but the perimeter of the coffin was densely covered with black talismans.

Different from the talismans that Zhao An had seen before, each of the talismans here was the size of an adult man, and they were either written with red cinnabar or gold inked with strange characters.

"Don't touch, hurry up!"

Almost at the same time as seeing those talismans and chains, a fear from the bottom of his heart was aroused, even if he had faced the monks of the Yudan period and all kinds of evil cultivators, but when he saw the chains and talismans in front of him, Zhao An couldn't wait to turn around and run, the farther he ran, the better!

But for some reason, when he saw the coffin imprisoned by heavy chains and talismans, Zhao An actually felt a kind of intolerable intolerability, grief and pain, and a certain shock was deep in his heart.

Thinking of everything he saw behind the waterfall secret room before, these clearly told him that the huge inheritance place in front of him was a huge tomb, and this so-called inheritance thing was the coffin in front of him.

"Offended. Zhao An said softly, and then pushed hard with both hands. The sound of "squeak" came, and the heavy coffin was pushed away inch by inch by Zhao An, and a long-stale breath overflowed from it.