ps: Thanks to the mushroom neuropathy monster for the tipping support

Zhuang Yi felt that he had become a Yanjing roast duck.

He hovered and rolled on top of the sarcophagus, not riding the wind and performing acrobatics, but being held up in the air by the turbulent turbulent air currents in the sarcophagus. The air flow is like a sharp wind blade, cutting his skin and flesh, like countless thin-bladed blades slicing Yanjing roast duck.

Zhuang Yi admired himself a little that he still had such associative ability and humor cells at this juncture.

The blood was forcibly drawn out and trickled into the sarcophagus, part of it was absorbed, and the part that could not be absorbed spread rapidly outward along the groove at the bottom of the coffin, and in an instant half of the tomb floor was dripping with bright red blood.

How much blood is this! Zhuang Yi thought, and his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the dried corpse of the old ancestor. Yes, Lao Tzu has been fat for several years, and this time he is finally going to die like a bamboo pole.

"Zhuang Yi!"

In the blur, he heard Jiang Songfan's voice, Jiang Songfan looked anxious and panicked, and flew to this side, but before he could get close to the sarcophagus, he was bounced out by a strong force.

He suddenly remembered what Jiang Songfan had said that his father wanted Jiang Songfan to stop him from coming down, and he dared to love his father.

Don't listen to the old man, listen to the loss in front of you, this is a typical example.

But the tomb talisman only sucks his blood, not other people's, God knows what kind of array Zhuang Qide set up back then.

Everyone else is cheating on their fathers, this Zhuang Qide is a pit grandson!

"Woo ......"

In the confusion, he heard a cry again, Qiao Feifei was shocked and frightened and cried so much, looking at him was simply looking at his remains.

Crying Mao, Lao Tzu is not dead yet.

Zhuang Yi scolded in his heart, but he also knew that he was not far from death, according to the speed of blood flow, no matter how fat he was, no matter how much blood he was, he would not go through.

"The ——! of Ma's"

Jiang Songfan failed to rush into the sarcophagus range n times. He scolded with red eyes.

Zhuang Yi's condition was too bloody and miserable, Ren Jian and the others were frightened by this scene, and Qiao Zhendong was also stunned. I don't know why this happened suddenly, but I looked at the waterproof watch. His face changed.

"It's almost time for the exit to open! Gotta get into the sarcophagus! If you can't get in, you'll have to wait another twelve hours! Can't ......"

Whoosh——!

A black iron knife went straight through his neck.

Qiao Zhendong trembled in fright, wiped the blood flowing from his neck, and his body trembled even more.

"I don't have such a good temper as Zhuang Yi." Zhang Zimo said, "Before you think about going out, you'd better think about how to save Zhuang Yi." And why this burial chamber only absorbs his blood and not others. ”

"I don't know how this happened!" Qiao Zhendong said bitterly, "The person who provided us with the news never said that there was such a thing!" ”

"Only suck Zhuang Yi's blood?" Jiang Songfan seemed to have an understanding, and said suddenly. "It's the Zhuang bloodline! It must be a pedigree! ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Zimo asked.

"Talismans pay attention to equivalent exchange, and witches usually use blood talismans at the cost of their own essence and blood. The scale of this sealing array was huge, and Zhuang Qide used the Dry Stone to suppress the array. But the dry stone is gone, and Zhuang's witch bloodline has become the first source of energy, Zhuang Yi is a descendant of Zhuang Qide, so he only sucks his blood! Ma's! No wonder Zhuang You asked me to stop Zhuang Yi from entering the ancient tomb! I shouldn't have let this kid down! ”

Jiang Songfan was remorseful, Zhuang Yi heard Jiang Songfan's words in a daze, and suddenly realized.

No wonder Zhuang Qide, whose blood should have been uncongealed for thousands of years, turned into a dried corpse, because more than 20 years ago, the blood in Zhuang Qide's body was taken away, and the blood in Zhuang Qide's body was wiped clean by the talisman array in a short time. But it still can't maintain the powerful energy supply of the sealing array, and the sealing array is still ineffective, if it weren't for my father forcibly deploying another array outside. The mermaid clan in the eyes of the array had already rushed out of the ground.

"So what now?!"

Looking at Zhuang Yi's blood dripping in the air, his face became more and more pale, Zhang Zimo's face was anxious, and he seemed to have lost his usual calmness.

"No way. This is the power of the Witch Blood Talisman, unless there is a Dry Stone...... Otherwise......" Jiang Songfan grabbed his hair anxiously.

Dry Rock ...... Zhuang Yi smiled.

"Laugh! Laugh! Laugh at your sister! Jiang Songfan stood up and said, his eyes flushed, "Do you know that your Tama is dying!" I can't think of a way to save you! On it, Lao Tzu should ignore the three-seven-twenty-one, knock your kid out first! It's better to become a vegetative person than to become a dried corpse! Thou Tamar's ...... Ma's ......"

Jiang Songfan wiped his eyes with his crossed hands.

"Let it go...... Fart......" Zhuang Yi said weakly, "Lao Tzu...... Even if you become a dry corpse...... Don't be vegetative either......"

With that, he unbuckled his belt again. The action touched the wounds all over his body, and he hissed in pain.

"You bastard! When is it still a mind ruffian! You ......" Jiang Songfan's voice paused in his throat. Watching Zhuang Yi take out a white stone the size of a pigeon's egg from his pants, "Dry Stone!?" ”

Zhang Zimo also looked at the white stone in Zhuang Yi's hand with some surprise.

Qiao Zhendong subconsciously took a step forward. But he was immediately caught back by Long Kaicheng.

"Ah...... Aha! Jiang Songfan still had tears and snot on his face, but he couldn't help laughing, "Zhuang Yi, you are a dew ckystar!" ”

At this time, no one asked Zhuang Yi how the dry stone in his hand came from.

"Quick! Activate the Dry Stone! Jiang Songfan said.

"How do I start?" Zhuang Yi asked.

Jiang Songfan's smile froze on his face: "How do I know!" I've only heard that the Drystone is activated with a Blood Talisman! ”

"Blood Talisman? …… Then I'll ...... first. Take a look. Zhuang Yi said, looking at the stygian stone in the sarcophagus.

In a flash just now, he had the impression that these Stygian Stones were all about the almsgiving rules of the talismans, and maybe there was a method for activating the Dry Stones in them.

Sure enough, there is no endless road, oh no, the ancestor still didn't pit his grandson, Zhuang Yi saw what he wanted.

The procedure is not complicated, because the ancestor of the dealer to subdue the Dry Stone has laid the foundation, and the descendants of the Zhuang family only need to use their own blood seal and cast the Dry Stone Recognition Talisman to become the owner of the Dry Stone and activate this strange stone that can make the red land thousands of miles.

His mind had already begun to be chaotic, Zhuang Yi didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly held up the dry stone and knotted it in the air.

The blood talisman shrouded the dry stone, and was instantly absorbed by the white stone, and in an instant, a red orange and red halo rose around the stone, and the halo showed a special pattern direction, exuding scorching heat outward.

Zhuang Yi swallowed his saliva, but still grabbed the dry stone, and a pain that was more intense than fire suddenly surged in his palm.

He resisted the urge to throw the burning stone away, and held it tightly.

Once the stone pattern is deeply imprinted into the flesh, the ceremony of confession is completed.

But the burning seemed to be endless, and he could clearly feel the pain of moxibustion slowly squeezing from the surface of his body into his body.

In great astonishment, he opened his hand, only to see that the stone had turned into a liquid state as if it had melted!

White mixed with reddish flames of red orange, the liquid slowly soaking into his flesh.

What the heck!

Zhuang Yi shook his hand desperately, but the Dry Stone had completely dissolved into his body.

The liquid was like molten iron, and the scorching temperature almost evaporated all the blood and water in his body, and the place where it flowed quickly became dry, and the pain was already irrepressible, and he twitched and trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah——!h

In the chaos, he heard the screams of unknown people, and in his blurred vision, he saw everyone looking at him, a face full of horror.

He couldn't care about the terrible changes in himself, his consciousness was far away, and his feelings were disappearing.

Isn't it just that the dry stone recognizes the master?

How is it different from what was said...... (To be continued)