But he waited for a long time, but he never waited for the pain to strike, so he carefully and secretly opened his eyes to look, and the person in his sight was gone, and his eyes quickly opened, and sure enough, the person was gone.

He froze for a while, and then he quietly got up from the ground, and saw that the fierce fellow was standing in front of the eight stone statues at this time, and he did not dare to disturb it, but shrank pitifully in place, and kept looking around.

Weng Ran looked at the eight stone statues here, the first four were the size of adults, and the expressions on their faces were different, which were joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Next to it was a rattle, followed by a walking stick, then a mortar, and finally an unboxed coffin.

"It represents birth, old age, sickness, and death. Weng Ran quickly deduced the meaning of this stone statue, but he didn't understand the deep meaning of this stone statue, judging from the space that had been broken before, the way to crack it must be in this space.

There is an invisible barrier in the blood pool, and it is impossible to study it deeply.

In addition to the pool of blood, there are only these eight stone statues.

Weng Ran thought about it and started to observe from the first stone statue again, Yan Xiafei behind the blood pool finally mustered up the courage and came behind her with a cower, but stopped three steps away, "That, these four stone statues, some people said before that they should represent birth, old age, sickness and death." ”

At this time, Weng Ran was staring at the stone statue of the rattle, and only responded casually.

Yan Xia looked at her with flying eyes, raised her hand, stood on tiptoe, looked past Weng Ran's figure, pointed to the back of the stone statue, and reminded: "Look at the back of that, there is the shadow of a child." ”

Hearing this, Weng Ran raised his head and looked behind the rattle statue, and sure enough, he could vaguely see the shadow of a child, and the child was holding the rattle in his hand.

Shocked in his heart, he quickly came to the stone statue of crutches, and looked back, a hunchbacked old man, on crutches.

Behind the third stone statue, there is a man pounding medicine.

It wasn't until he came to the fourth coffin stone statue that there was no shadow behind him, Weng Ran raised his eyes to look at the sky and the woods, and the perfect match between the skylight and these existences made those vivid shadows come together.

But the coffin that was not covered did not.

Just as she was wondering, Yan Xiafei screamed, and her body flew out like a broken kite, crossed the stone statue, and smashed on the ground.

Weng Ran didn't reply, the sound of death had already slashed out, blocking the blade, and the footsteps of the man's attack, his eyes fell on the shadow shaking on the ground, the sound of death was light, and the person who attacked was already retreating quickly.

Weng Ran only saw his figure disappear into the woods behind the pool of blood.

Yan Xiafei snorted and got up from the ground, "It's okay, it's okay, I picked up my life." Then he came to Weng Ran, "Thank you." ”

Weng Ran only glanced at him, very cold.

Maybe he felt that Weng Ran would not hurt himself, so Yan Xiafei was also a lot bolder, and continued to explain: "It is because of this discovery that everyone will believe more in what that person said, as long as the blood of the blood pool fills the chest of that corpse, this coffin will be complete, and then a shadow will appear, and even break open this space." ”

Weng Ran stared at the coffin and was silent, this proposal was actually too little related or even all speculation, but in this environment, it can be understood.

"You, go in. ”

Weng Ran motioned to Yan Xiafei and asked him to enter the coffin.

Yan Xiafei's face changed suddenly, and her face was full of rejection, "This method has been tried by someone before, but it is useless." ”

"Get in. ”

Facing Weng Ran's persistence and indifferent eyes, Yan Xiafei thought about what happened before when she was kicked down, and reluctantly entered the coffin.

"Lie down. ”

Yan Xiafei, who was standing straight and upright in the coffin, trembled, but looking at Weng Ran's persecutive gaze, she could only lie down in a reluctant voice, with goosebumps all over her body, and asked crying, "Okay?"

After waiting for a while, there was still no change, and then Weng Ran spoke, "Get up." ”

As soon as Yan Xiafei sat up, the two of them heard a scream, and they turned their heads in unison to see that a woman was vomiting in the dark.

Yan Xiafei hurriedly crawled out of the coffin and muttered, "I'll just say it's useless." ”

Weng Ran ignored him and walked towards the woods, Yan Xiafei saw this, and quickly came to Weng Ran to stop him: "That person is hiding in this woods, didn't you send it to the door!"

"Why don't you wait here to die?"

"What the hell is going on?" the woman who had finished vomiting asked the two, but no one paid attention to her, until there was another scream, Weng Ran was upset, and called a ghost!

But when she looked over, her heart sank.

Yan Xiafei beside him shouted again, "Here it is again! Here it is again!" He covered his head and shouted uncontrollably, his footsteps swaying, and he was unable to stand on his feet under the pressure of fear.

The woman had no head and no limbs, and fell to the ground, blood pouring out.

"I would have stared twice if I had known!" Weng Ran regretted in his heart that he didn't see the process of what happened, but the woman's limbs and head were all missing, according to what Yan Xiafei said, was it pinched?

Thinking about it, she hurriedly looked at the blood pool, before she estimated that almost one more person's blood would be enough, but now this person has it.

Even though the woman's blood flow was very fast, it took a while for all the blood to enter the pool, but nothing happened.

"It's still not enough. ”

Yan Xiafei, who didn't know when she calmed down, muttered.

"How long have you been here?" Weng Ran looked at Yan Xiafei beside him and asked, both of them were indifferent to the woman's death.

Yan Xiafei shook her head tiredly, "I don't know much either." The footsteps stumbled again, and half of his body hit Weng Ran's shoulder.

Weng Ran raised his eyebrows, a sharp pain in his waist hit, and in his head was what Yan Xiafei had said before, when he first came, the water in the blood pool was still in the waist of the corpse, but now the blood is almost full.

She could feel the sharp weapon piercing into her body spinning, and quickly raised her hand and grabbed Yan Xiafei.

But the other party was one step faster than her, he had already given up the weapon, quickly retreated, and at the last moment, he shattered the weapon in Weng Ran's body with spiritual power, the two looked at each other, and Yan Xiafei was smiling.

When it comes to spiritual power, cultivators are the most sensitive.

The injured place is very close to the spiritual source, Weng Ran can only be the commander of the army, and all the spiritual power in his body is turned around, forming a barrier to surround the weapon, and the spiritual power shatters the weapon, shooting wildly in all directions in the body, but he can't break through the spiritual power barrier.

I saw that Weng Ran retreated from his body, shooting out fragments of weapons one after another, and even hanging with skin and flesh.

As for the body, the spiritual power barrier was impacted, and it kept shaking, and the limbs and internal organs were trembling, but fortunately, the spiritual power exerted by the other party was not strong.

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