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Suddenly, there was an imperceptible moaning sound in the dark room, and Fang Fan immediately turned around, only to see the woman and the young child all staggering up from the ground, but they fell like a stiff log.

Fang Fan immediately flashed over and tried his snort one by one, but disappointingly, everyone ran out of breath, and it wasn't until Fang Fan put his finger under the nose of a round-faced young boy that Fang Fan's face showed a happy smile, only he still had a breath left.

Fang Fan immediately used his true qi to protect the young child's heart, but suddenly, Fang Fan hesitated, and Lord Ross's words before he died appeared in his mind.

"My father is here."

Is the round-faced toddler the Antuji in Lord Ross's mouth?

The right hand covered with purple and red true qi stopped above the heart of the round-faced young child, and Fang Fan hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, the dying round-faced toddler slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were large, revealing a kind of light, a little cute, and a little smart.

"Ah......h Ah Ba...... "The young boy couldn't speak, but gently grabbed Fang Fan's sleeve with his small hand condensed in yellow sand, his eyes glistening with tears, as if begging Fang Fan to save his life.

The hard heart suddenly became soft, Fang Fan laughed at himself, how could there be gods in this world, if there were gods in the world, how could there be so much pain in the world?

Fang Fan no longer hesitated, picked up "Immovable as a Mountain", put his hand on the child's left chest, the true qi penetrated through the skin and into the heart, the child's frowning brows stretched out, and he fell asleep deeply.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

Fang Fan could feel his heart beating slowly, the sound of his heartbeat stabilized, Fang Fan slowly dispersed his true qi and withdrew his hand.

The young child's fate was saved, Fang Fan also began to look at the round-faced young child, the young child's arms and legs were no different from the sand man, only the head and torso were human-like, for such a reason, of course Fang Fan thought that they were all born by Lord Ross, and those women were the tools of childbirth.

What is strange is that none of the children here are more than ten years old, all of them are five or six years old, Fang Fan can certainly understand the reason, these children who are combined with sand and humans have not gained the lifespan of humans.

The power to manipulate the sand has weakened, but the lifespan has not increased, which is a failure for Lord Ross.

Fang Fan picked up the round-faced young child, he didn't want to stay in this place for a minute, he hadn't found the exit of the crypt yet, and his flying pigeon biography had become gray, unable to transmit news to the outside world, and it had become a luxury to break the formation from the outside world.

When he rushed to the dark room, Fang Fan roughly searched in the hall, if there was still no exit from the dark room, maybe the exit of the crypt was above the Antu Shrine, the sand clan had been trapped in the crypt for twenty years, they didn't dare to go out, or there was no way to break the formation, Fang Fan didn't know, what hundreds of sand people couldn't do, whether he could do it or not, this was Fang Fan's concern.

"Stranger, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for too long."

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have been sealed for thousands of years came into Fang Fan's mind, this voice made Fang Fan's heart can't help but feel a little familiar, but it was a little strange.

Fang Fan carried the young child on his shoulders and said loudly, "Where are you?"

"I'm outside."

Before the words fell, Fang Fan rushed out, and when he walked out of the hall, he saw a white-haired old man with a bun behind his back and standing on the square of a thousand people with his hands behind his back.

Fang Fan stopped and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone turned around and said, "Sect Master Yang Fan of the Chaotic Soul Sect."

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you here?"

Yang Fan sighed and said bitterly: "Because this was once the sect of the Chaotic Soul Sect, and the large array that sealed the crypt was the great array of the Chaotic Soul Sect - Jiyue Streamer."

Fang Fan suddenly became vigilant and said, "You have a relationship with the Sand Clan?"

"Or ......" Fang Fan's words changed sharply, and he said, "You are the Antuji in their mouths."

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Of course not, what you see now is just the afterimage I left behind, my true body has already become a pile of dry bones, I can't even kill a chicken now, how can it be an Antuji of Raush."

Fang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Why did that sand man appear in the Chaotic Soul Sect, and why did he open the Jiyue Streamer?"

"You're questioning me?" Yang Fan's tone suddenly became cold, and the temperature of the air actually became gloomy and cold, and Fang Fan couldn't help but shiver.

Suddenly, Yang Fan's face changed, he rubbed his hands, and said very aggrievedly: "This kind of thing happened, I was also very helpless, I sank the sect into the sea of sand in order to wait for someone who was destined, but I didn't expect to wait for a group of butchers, their statue is very weird, as soon as I appeared, he chased after me and beat me fiercely, and he was about to beat my soul away."

Later, it seized control of the Great Array and ordered the Sandmen to move the idol to my burial ground, so that I could not appear until the idol was destroyed. ”

Hearing this, Fang Fan turned his eyes to look at the round-faced young child, and said movingly, "You mean that Antuji really exists?"

Yang Fan nodded meaningfully and said mysteriously, "The crypt will collapse."

Will the crypt collapse?

What does that mean?

Seeing Fang Fan looking, Yang Fan just smiled, but didn't say much.

Fang Fan is very helpless, do all big people like to play on the edge?

Fang Fan shook his head and said, "If Antuji exists, why has the Sand Clan been trapped in the crypt for so many years?"

Yang Fan said: "That's because he was injured, not to mention that he is not a god, but his blood is a little thicker than those sand people, and he lives a little longer, and he is seriously injured, and it becomes difficult to even wake up, so he will naturally be trapped in the crypt."

Fang Fan said: "Injured? Because of one person? ”

Yang Fan brushed his beard and said, "Yes."

Fang Fan choked and said speechlessly: "Can't you tell me who that person is directly?" Even the sect has been occupied by others, do you still have the conditions to play the fairy wind dao bone? ”

Yang Fan's old face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "That person is Xiao Er, the head of the Taixu Palace."

"Tell me more."

Yang Fan coughed dryly and said, "About twenty-five years ago, the Sand Clan came here out of nowhere.

Since then, they have been on a mission to spread Antuji's teachings to every corner of the world, but they have lost their long lifespan due to their weak blood, so they have put their calculations on humans.

Initially, there were still a few villages in this area, but later, they were all captured and used as research specimens. (To be continued.) )