This cave is so deep, the people in the blood coffin are sealed by the blood sacrifice array, and the hundreds of thousands of corpse remains under the ice road all prove the strength of the sealed person.

The person who activated the Blood Sacrifice Array and the person in the blood coffin obviously had a monstrous grudge, since this was the case, then such a cave could never be built by him, I think it was the cave of the person in the coffin himself.

The strength of the person who needs to use the Blood Sacrifice Array to seal it can be imagined, and there will not be only one lonely person in the cave of such a strong person.

Yan Sichun wiped the blood from the palm of his hand and began to grope along the wall, this touch found that the wall is not smooth, there are many lines, but these lines are invisible to the naked eye, can only be detected by touching with hands or body, Yan Sichun walked around the wall three times, her hand also touched the wall three times, and every line was not let go.

After walking the third lap, Yan Sichun stopped, his head lowered slightly, and a low chuckle overflowed from the corner of his lips: "I'm really getting more and more curious, who are you."

The lines on the wall Yan Sichun are not unfamiliar but not very familiar, so much so that it took three times to realize that this is the topographic map of the Yan family forbidden land, and the topographic map of the Yan family forbidden land is outlined with the lines, which has to be how much you know about the Yan family forbidden land, Yan Sichun doesn't know, only that the familiarity will be inferior to her.

But what do these lines mean, Yan Sichun returned to the blood coffin, and sat down slowly against the blood coffin, she needed to rest and rest, her blood, just wanted to temporarily stop the blood sacrifice array lost too much, and now she is a little dizzy.

Yan Sichun leaned against the coffin, his eyes closed, and his brain thought about what the topographic map of the forbidden land meant, whether it was because he was too careful, these lines were just topographic maps, and had no other meaning.

Since these patterns are related to forbidden lands, others may also be related to forbidden places.

The forbidden land is a place where the head of the Yan family can't step in, and she has gone in three times, and twice she made a big mistake and was imprisoned and punished, and she almost died there every time she went in.

Something quickly flashed in Yan Sichun's mind, what is the forbidden place, and what is the most important thing in the forbidden place, isn't it the dangerous and cruel punishment.

Yan Sichun quickly remembered the most cruel punishment in the forbidden land—wrapping.

Wrapping the type, to wrap the person and then put a nine-turn soul pill in the mouth of the tortured person to let it hold, then all the muscles and bones of the tortured person's body will be pulled out, the skin will be peeled off layer by layer, next, the rest of the flesh and blood will be crushed with a rolling car, the rolling car will first run over your arms, then to the legs and feet, then to the lower abdomen, and finally the brain, over and over again, until it becomes a mess of mud, the whole process of wrapping and cracking because there is a nine-turn soul pill hanging, as long as the torturer is not until the last subject, he will stay awake, feeling every trace of pain, watched his muscles and bones being pulled out one by one, his skin being peeled off layer by layer, and then watching his flesh and blood being crushed into flesh and paste.

The forbidden land, the punishment, the cracking, the blood, the killing, the blood sacrifice, she thought, she understood.

Yan Sichun opened the pair of smart and divine Saint Laurent purple eyes, stood up and looked at the square plate filled with blood above his head, looked at the iron chain on the wall, kicked the coffin lid with both feet, flew up and jumped up, firmly grasped the purple iron chain with both hands, left the blood coffin with both feet, and grabbed towards the height of the iron chain without hesitation.

At the top of the purple chain, Yan Sichun is now only a centimeter away from the wall, kicking the wall, the old man with both hands stretched out, grabbed the transparent iron chain, and with the remaining strength of the kick, Yan Sichun rotated in the air, his feet and head changed directions, and now his head was facing the wall, and his foot kicked the square plate violently, and the blood in the square plate was spilled out a lot by her kick, and the wall was also stained with blood.

Feeling that it was not enough, Yan Sichun simply hooked the hollow of the square plate with his feet, his waist stood up, and his hands gradually straightened up with his waist, like an upside down, because his body was no longer balanced, and to maintain balance, Yan Sichun's feet also began to tilt up.

One side of the square plate was hooked upwards by Yan Sichun's foot, unable to maintain balance, the square plate was tilted, and the blood in the square plate poured down, and after a while, the blood of the square plate was poured clean.

The blood coffin below became blurry again, and it was impossible to see the scene inside, there was only a little blood left in the square plate, and Yan Sichun's feet no longer hooked the square plate, and there was a 180-degree all-round rotation in the air, floating to the ground.

With a touch of his hand on the ground, he dyed his hand scarlet, fused his own blood with the blood that had just been poured out of the square plate, and drew strings of mysterious lines on the wall.

When the entire wall was covered with lines drawn by blood, there was a dull rumble in the main room, and Yan Sijun concentrated on finding the source of the sound.

Underground? Yan Sichun looked at the blood mist on the ground in the main room, and did not touch the ground with his ears, but felt it with his hands.

With such a loud sound, you can also tell if the source of the sound is coming from underneath by feeling the vibration of the ground with your hands.

Passing through the blood mist with his hand, Yan Sichun's hand touched the ground, and it didn't take long for Yan Sichun to withdraw his arm, and the sound did come from the ground, so where is the entrance?

Yan Sichun began to walk around the main room, looking for the underground entrance, and after taking a few steps, he felt the soles of his feet stepping on the air, and then his body lost his balance, and the speed of falling was very fast, and the height of the main room from the underground space was not very high, and before Yan Sichun could react to maintain his body balance, Yan Sichun smashed into a cold spring.

"Sss Yan Sichun made a sound because the cold spring was too cold, and hurriedly jumped out of the cold spring, looking at this underground space, it was very damp, very cold, the sound of water was ticking, and the cold spring was full of cold air.

The underground space is not large, and the whole picture can be seen at a glance, Yan Sichun glanced around several times, and did not see anything more peculiar, except for this cold spring.

Yan Sichun looked at the bloody dirt on his body, and then looked at the cold and biting cold spring, the cleanliness of his body still defeated the cold, took off the rags on his body, and entered the cold spring with shivers.

Holding the spring water in his hand, he began to clean his body, which took a lot of time, and finally cleaned himself thoroughly, and he was just about to walk out of the cold spring, but he felt a little more warmth in his dantian.

Warmth? He was obviously paralyzed by the cold, and the warmth in the dantian gradually turned into heat, inside the dantian, there seemed to be a demon fire burning, Yan Sichun instinctively looked for a very cold object, and saw that half of his body had left the cold spring, and sat down violently, putting his whole body in the cold spring.

The heat in the dantian made Yan Sichun's cheeks crimson, and the cold spring could only be suppressed slightly, when Yan Sichun was thinking about how to solve the fire in the dantian, the spring water of the cold spring began to rise sharply, and the temperature also plummeted, and Yan Sichun's feet were already frozen.

The cold spring of the cold spring overflowed in an instant, and the underground space was already covered by the cold spring, and there was also a cold spring water in the main room that Yan Sichun could not see.

The ice on Yan Sichun's body has reached his waist, and if he continues, he is afraid that he will become an ice sculpture and become a cold spring, and the most terrible thing is that the fire in the dantian has not been suppressed because the temperature of the cold spring is getting lower and lower, but on the contrary, it is getting stronger and stronger, ice and fire are two heavens, and life is better than death.

The ice is very thick, and only one of Yan Sichun's heads has not been frozen yet, and he can't use his strength at all, which is probably a dying struggle? Suddenly, Yan Sichun keenly noticed a cold breath behind him, which was somewhat similar to the breath of the cold spring but different, the difference was that this cold was from far to near, not like a spring, but like a living body.

But Yan Sichun can't turn his head now, and after a while, the ice on Yan Sichun's body automatically shattered, but because it had just thawed, he couldn't move, and his cold and slippery hand held Yan Sichun's waist, and Yan Sichun was full of excitement, but the heat in the dantian was suppressed, and a strong force erupted in the dantian.

This force made the surging cold spring water stop suddenly, and Yan Sichun felt the changes in his body most clearly, and there was an ice blue bead in the dantian.