Heavenly Dao Formula

Xia Fan thought it was just an ordinary long table. After all, most of the furniture in the courtyard is made of stone. There is no sense of disobedience in placing such a table in the center of the room. I'm afraid this table is unusual.

"You guessed right. As expected of the mistress, you can find such a tasteful tomb." Mr. Three Eyes' tone was full of intoxication, "Hiding in the mountains, you will never be easily disturbed by others ;The surrounding area is like a miraculous land of miracles, but anyone who catches a glimpse can become a topic of conversation for a lifetime! If this news reaches Siristi, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire kingdom!"

According to the prophecy, the Salvation Church found the escape tower decades ago.

Doesn't this mean that the Xiji Blood Race crossed the vast mountains long ago and arrived here independently?

Xia Fan cast his eyes on the sarcophagus, and now he is concerned about another question, "Is that Mistress Stitch lying in this sarcophagus at this moment?"

Hua Lin nodded slightly, "The key of the zodiac did not point to other places, which proves that this is the last tomb that the mistress looked for. After the vampire enters the long sleep, the lifespan will also stagnate, so as long as there is no external force to disturb her, she should still be sleeping now .”

"Ahem... the external force you mentioned, I can't guarantee it in other places, but this is an area infested with evil spirits, and the tide of evil spirits will erupt almost every other month. Are you sure no one will disturb the mistress?" Xia Fan was friendly reminded.

Both of them stared blankly.

It took a long while for Freighton to react, and his face changed drastically, "Evil infested area?"

"Yes. The evil attack an hour ago was not an accident, but a normal state."

In fact, it wasn't because the power supply of the escape tower was re-connected, so that the brightly lit patio area greatly contained the evil spirits. The seventieth floor was still a dangerous depth, and it was basically impossible for people to stay permanently.

Princess Muye and Fei Laidon looked at each other, and rushed to the sarcophagus, completely losing the joy they had before.

"Your Highness Hua Lin, can you open it?"

"Let me see... It seems that the sealing method is the highest blood seal, and it needs to be lifted with primitive blood."

"No trace of damage was found, maybe Xie Chong didn't notice this tomb. Your Highness, I will leave the matter of unsealing it to you."

"Well, even if we have nothing to ask the mistress for help, she can't continue to sleep in such a dangerous place." Hua Lin bared her fangs, bit her wrist hard, and then smeared the spilled blood on the coffin lid . The blood flowed along the groove, and then emitted a faint red light.

This means that the spell is still working.

Xia Fan was also a little surprised. As evil spirits occupy the area, the breath of the living should be quite attractive. He didn't expect that after nearly a hundred years, Xie Chong didn't even have the idea of ​​opening this tomb. Could it be that Mistress Stitch has some strange way to prevent the forces of chaos?

After a while, the princess said in a deep voice, "The seal is broken."

"Please let me come." Fleidon first bowed deeply to the sarcophagus, then clasped both sides of the coffin lid, took a deep breath, "I'm sorry!"

After finishing the words, he lifted up the palm-thick cover and carefully placed it beside the sarcophagus.

Xia Fan originally thought that there would be visions such as black air overflowing, or roars such as "Who dares to disturb my long sleep", but it turned out to be calm and nothing happened.

Hua Lin took a step forward, leaned over to look at the bottom of the coffin, then took a breath, covered her mouth in surprise, "How could it be..."

"What happened?"

Xia Fan followed two steps. At this moment, his curiosity was greater than the idea of ​​avoiding suspicion.

When he saw the scene inside the sarcophagus, he also froze on the spot - the coffin was not empty, and the angry blood mistress did not exist, and there were actually two sets of dead bones in the narrow stone path. Judging from the degree of weathering, the owner of the skeleton passed away a long time ago, and there is no possibility of waking up after a long sleep.

A lot of questions suddenly appeared in Xia Fan's mind.

Why are there two people in the eternal resting place of the blood race?

Could anyone in here be Stitch?

If not, where did she go?

But no matter what, this can at least answer one of his previous questions - why Xie Chong didn't visit this place. Because for the latter, there is no sign of any living beings here.

"Sicon, Sikong!" Xia Fan shouted a few times in his heart.

This time the other party finally did not continue to remain silent, "I am here."

He didn't bother to ask what it was doing before, "Do you have a video record of this house? It was hundreds of years ago."

"Storing images is a very capacity-consuming thing. If it is not for the records related to the safety of the escape tower, it will be kept for up to five years, so this part of the records must have been deleted." Sikong replied, "But I remember, more than one hundred A group of people did visit the escape tower years ago. They did not take a special train, but came here by their own strength."

More than a hundred years ago, was it still a group of people?

Hua Lin suddenly reached out and took out a glass bottle from among the bones.

The blood in the glass bottle was still crystal clear, as if it had just left the body.

"The key of the zodiac is pointing to this bottle of blood." She murmured, "It should not be wrong, it is the original blood of the mistress, and it is one of the purest sources of blood."

"Then what do you mean... the mistress has fallen?" Fei Leiden asked incredulously, "She...was she killed by evil spirits?"

"If it's evil, it's impossible for the sarcophagus to remain intact." Xia Fan interjected, "Besides, is there a custom for the blood race to store their own blood separately before their eternal sleep?"

Hua Lin shook her head.

"That's it. This blood is placed in the sarcophagus, obviously not for future generations to break the seal." He pursed his lips and thought, "Since the original blood is needed to open the sarcophagus, it means that the person who found this bottle of blood It must be a direct descendant of the mistress. This bottle of blood is not so much a funeral object as it is specially prepared for the descendants..."

Princess Muye was shocked.

She raised her head, "Prepared for us? Could it be... there are other institutions in this room? Freddon!"

"Yes." Mister Three-Eyed also cheered up and began to search in the hall. Soon, the two made a new discovery - on the wall away from the sarcophagus, they found an obsidian mechanism similar to the key of the zodiac. It is like a bowl, inlaid in four bronze dragon pillars. But this time, Princess Mu Ye's blood failed to trigger the preset spells on the mechanism.

The answer is obvious.

Its requirements for the blood limit are so high that it has surpassed Stitch's royal descendants.

"Your Highness..." Freddie looked at Princess Muye.

The latter hesitated for a long time, finally nodded, unscrewed the glass bottle in his hand, and let the blood containing the magic power flow into the black jade bowl.

After a while, red lines appeared on the wall. They are interlaced to form dozens of lifelike murals.

"This is..." Xia Fan raised his eyebrows.

He realized that the content in the mural was exactly the message that the man in the coffin wanted to leave behind—a final life about the long sleeper.