Looking at the more and more darkness at the bottom of the cave, Fan Chuan tightened his clothes, even if his eyes could see through the boundless darkness, but the death-like silence around made Fan Chuan feel lonely and lonely for the first time in history. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Chuan himself didn't know why he was so desperate, and he believed that there would be clues about An Zetian's coma at the bottom of the cave. Is it because he wants to repay Grandpa An for saving his life? Or is it just that he likes An Zetian's child very much? All of this seems to have no logic to be found, but it is all happening seriously.

Fan Chuan, who was still walking quickly at the bottom of the cave, was extremely bored, and was thinking about whether to sacrifice the cold sword and fly with him to check, when he suddenly saw a faint light not far ahead, although it was particularly weak, but it still made Fan Chuan catch it at a glance, this faint light made Fan Chuan see endless hope, maybe it was time to make a decision about these things.

Without further delay, Fan Chuan immediately rushed to the shining place.

When I got to the bright light, I saw that there was a large stone wall blocking the way inward, and the glimmer of light was leaking through the gap in the upper left corner of the big stone wall. What Fan Chuan can be sure of at this moment is that there must be some secret behind the stone wall, but what secret, Fan Chuan can't say, so he can only check it out for himself for a while.

In order to be able to enter the back, Fan Chuan must first open this heavy stone wall, and he must not move too much, for fear that if there are mortals or cultivators behind him, it will be a surprise.

So after thinking about it for a long time, Fan Chuan quietly sacrificed the cold sword he had just received, and suddenly a trace of cold was pressing, and Fan Chuan tried to use the cold sword to enter the true qi at the gap, and then forcibly cut it. Fan Chuan is already a cultivator in the Yuanzhen realm, and he also holds a superb cold body cultivation sword and a flying sword in his hand.

It didn't seem to take long, as the light that came out became brighter and brighter, the thick stone wall was cut by Fan Chuan with a cold sword full of true qi, a human-shaped rift.

Fan Chuan put away the cold sword and jumped into the back of the stone wall, and the sudden sight made Fan Chuan can't believe that he saw it with his own eyes, only to see that not far from the mottled stone cave, there were many fires lit, and it seemed that there were many people working non-stop, and they kept waving the long-handled thing like a shovel in their hands against the cave wall, "Click" The sound was endless, those people didn't seem to notice Fan Chuan in the darkness here, or kept making the same movements against the cave wall, Fan Chuan could be sure that those people not far away were mortals, because Fan Chuan didn't feel any trace of true qi fluctuations, Fan Chuan was indeed shocked by this scene, in such a dark and dangerous deep cave, there were mortals living and working here, and it seemed that they were still concentrating on cultivating something.

The cautious Fan Chuan wondered if he was going to ask the mortals why they were here, and what were they cultivating?

But the cautious and careful Fan Chuan decided to quietly go forward and observe before making plans, because at the bottom of this invisible cave, there are too many unstable factors.

Thinking like this, Fan Chuan bent down and paced towards the group of mortals who were working.

When he found a large stone protruding from this group of mortals, Fan Chuan hid behind the stone and carefully observed this group of mortals.

I don't know how long Fan Chuan has been observing, but I saw that the group of mortals was still cultivating non-stop, and there was no communication between them, just their eyes were blankly doing the same movements.

Fan Chuan saw that these people were a little strange, but he didn't dare to make a rash decision, so he lowered down and found a piece of gravel and smashed it towards the nearest middle-aged man who leaned on him, Fan Chuan did not use true qi, but the strength of ordinary mortals, and after the stone smashed by Fan Chuan touched the body of the middle-aged man, Fan Chuan was waiting for the middle-aged man's action, but he saw that the middle-aged man did not have any response and action, and was still constantly reclaiming the cave wall, which made Fan Chuan immediately wonder, and vaguely felt in his heart that things did not seem to be as simple as he thought。

So Fan Chuan decided not to hide himself anymore, took out a little trace of true qi to protect his body, stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man who was still cultivating.

"May I ask this big brother, what are you doing, why are you at the bottom of this cave?" Fan Chuan looked at the middle-aged man who was still cultivating and asked in a gentle tone.

Quiet, quiet, no response, the middle-aged man didn't seem to notice that Fan Chuan was asking himself, Fan Chuan wondered if it was because the noisy sound of their cultivation in the cave was louder than his own questioning voice, so Fan Chuan once again approached the middle-aged man's ear and asked loudly the same thing before.

It's strange, it stands to reason that talking at such a close distance, even if there is noise around you, you can hear it, but the middle-aged man who kept cultivating in front of him once again regarded Fan Chuan as air.

After such a situation, Fan Chuan has determined that these people are not as simple as he thought.

So he turned around and walked to the side of the middle-aged man, carefully observing the middle-aged man's facial expression, only to see that the middle-aged man did not look at his side, and kept repeating the action of reclamation. Fan Chuan saw that the middle-aged man's eyes were blank, and the expression on his face seemed to have stiffened for a long time, what caught Fan Chuan's attention the most was that the middle-aged man's forehead had scattered black marks, even if the surroundings were not clear because of the firelight, the black marks were still so obvious.

Seeing this, Fan Chuan immediately turned around and walked towards several other mortals who were cultivating, and saw the facial expressions of those people, sure enough, they were also blank, their facial expressions were stiff, and there were scattered but clearly visible black marks on their foreheads.

Fan Chuan immediately sank down and thought about what the reason was, and Fan Chuan suddenly reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of a middle-aged man who was still cultivating, even if Fan Chuan's hand was already on the man's shoulder, the man was still doing the action of reclamation, and did not make any response to Fan Chuan's shoulder.

Fan Chuan immediately pulled out a trace of true qi and infiltrated into the body of the middle-aged man, sure enough, as he guessed, there was a strange true qi lingering in their bodies, and they couldn't feel the existence of that strange true qi without careful observation, their group of people were used by the cultivators to ban the technique, and this forbidden technique is the same as the forbidden technique on An Zetian's body, the forbidden technique on An Zetian's body is to make people permanently unconscious, but they will not die, and the forbidden technique on the group of mortals in front of them is to make the banned people obey the orders of the cultivators who use the forbidden technique, and they will continue to carry out the order until the body is exhausted and dies, Fan Chuan remembered the white bones he saw when he first entered the bottom of the cave, he didn't know what the purpose of those cultivators who had never met was to manipulate these mortals to cultivate here, but he couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, and it was mixed with pity and anger. Have mercy on these forbidden mortals, and anger at those cultivators who cast forbidden spells.

When Fan Chuan was thinking in his heart about whether there would be a way to unseal it, suddenly an unusually thin mortal in the crowd held what looked like a shovel in his hand and fell to the ground...............