Drops of water.

The forests of the back mountain.

The sky is as clear as blue, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping happily, and the ground is filled with leaves and petals blown by the wind.

A huge black shadow swept across the boulders, passed through the streams, whizzing through the sky, and landed in a beautiful courtyard.

The black shadow slowly crawled down so that it could clearly see its appearance.

The thick yellow hair, the yellow and black patterns on the body, and a golden "king" pattern on the forehead, with a faint flow of inspiration.

A beast face that was not angry and powerful, exhaled two thick airflows from its nostrils.

How majestic, how unruly, how powerful...

But when it saw a graceful figure in front of it, the majesty on the beast's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he looked at the beautiful woman holding a food bowl in front of him with a flattering look.

He stuck out his tongue slightly, took the initiative to hold up his barbs, and gently licked the woman's hand to show respect.

The woman smiled gently and placed the food basin on the ground.

"Big Tiger, have a meal."

"Roar~"

With a low growl, the giant tiger's body slowly shrank, buried its head low, reached into the basin, and ate it with a big mouthful.

As the big tiger's body narrowed, its thick hair also contracted, and the baby hidden inside was exposed.

"Hey ha!"

The baby stepped on her gently and jumped towards the gentle woman.

"Sister Huanhuan!"

The woman opened her arms and sank slightly in her arms, steadily holding the baby.

After holding it firmly, even gently tap the baby's forehead with a delicate fingertip.

"The master is not here, I don't do morning classes anymore? Huh?"

The baby looked disappointed and said coquettishly:

"Sister Huanhuan, Nannan rubs your shoulders, don't tell your master~ OK~"

Xu Huan pretended to be very distressed and said:

"Oh, the spirit fruit seems to be about to mature recently, and I don't seem to have time to pick it..."

"Nannan pick!"

"Oh, there seem to be quite a lot of pilgrims today, and the front hall and the main hall have not had time to clean..."

"Nannan sweep!"

"That……"

"Do it in Nannan!"

Xu Huan gently patted the baby's little head and said in a warm voice:

"Okay, then Sister Huanhuan won't tell her master. Please Nannan for this."

"OK!"

Wait until Xu Huan comes soon.

The baby looked glad that he had escaped.

But when she looked at the fruit tree in the spiritual field, her little face froze suddenly.

The spiritual fields newly opened by Xu Huan have planted fifty spiritual fruit trees of various kinds!

The baby was crying and said without tears:

"Master...when will you teach Nannan the spell to pick fruits!"

...

"Ah~Ah Qiu!"

Cheng Fan touched his nose and looked solemn.

He is a golden elixir and can be regarded as a land god in this world.

It is no longer a physical body, and it also has body protection magic power and top-quality spiritual robes to protect the body. How could it be that it could catch a cold?

There is a problem!

There must be a big problem!

The spiritual consciousness and the heavenly eyes flowed by in turn.

Cheng Fan fell into deep thought.

Actually, everything is normal?

Something is wrong, something is a problem!

There is still something wrong with it!

Cheng Fan shook his head and suppressed the suspicion in his heart.

In the darkness, I walked step by step into the cave.

This is the deepest part of Qingshi Village.

It was a secret place he discovered after passing through the formation.

Suddenly, Cheng Fan paused and he sensed a situation that made him incredible.

In front of Cheng Fan, a magnificent hall stood in the darkness.

The spiritual consciousness wandered, and the outline of the hall suddenly came into his mind.

It is large in scale, majestic in spirit, neat but not dull, gorgeous but not delicate.

The material of the hall seemed a bit strange. Cheng Fan's spiritual sense could not penetrate it and could not sense the situation inside the hall.

A huge plaque hung on the hall gate with three big words written on it - Wugui Hall.

"Is Wugui Palace... the name is a bit scary."

No one would have thought that the interior of the mountain on which Qingshi Village relies was hollowed out and a hall that would always be dark.

No wonder it is called "Wugui Hall". It is built in such a ghost place and locked the entrance with a large array. It is strange that it can return.

Cheng Fan complained speechlessly.

I immediately smiled faintly and walked towards the hall step by step.

In the middle of the hall, armor like iron lumps is neatly placed.

Cheng Fan could see clearly that these armors were exactly the same as those of the Gu family.

In this hall, there are more than 300 sets of black iron pagoda armors, each of which is less than one meter apart, which is spectacular.

These black iron pagoda armors are not brand new, with dense damage on them, dark red blood scabs deposited, and some with very hideous gaps.

Some armors are kept intact, while others are left with only a broken iron cloak placed on the ground.

Cheng Fan glanced a few times before walking straight to the depths.

Halfway through the journey, my eyes suddenly froze.

Cheng Fan found that most of the damage of these armors was directly in front and flanks, and most of the backs were intact, which means that the owners of these armors would hardly expose their backs to the enemy's attack range.

That is to say.

They either fight to the end and never retreat!

Either to protect something, you must not turn around and run away.

Cheng Fan shook his head. This was his fleeting thought. What is specific is not important to him.

Turn back and continue to walk deeper.

The spiritual consciousness extends forward. At the end of these black iron pagoda armors, there is a vermilion-red coffin, which is quietly placed on a stone platform.

The coffin is about two meters long, just like this Wugui Hall, and it is in a neat style. There are only extremely simple palm-wide back-shaped patterns on it, without any fancy patterns, simple and generous.

Cheng Fan's eyes were even more suspicious because his spiritual sense was extremely hindered by his eyes and could not see through the coffin at all.

He slowly opened his eyes and a brilliant golden color sprinkled onto the coffin. After staring at it for a long time, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This coffin...

There is also a formation inside, which isolates all investigations!

Cheng Fan's mouth twitched.

So mysterious?

The protection area is so tight?

I also got so many sets of armor to bury it, but I felt unhealthy at first glance.

Well...it is probably a vassal king who failed to rebel.

Such a simple coffin does not even have a pattern.

Even the time to build the Wugui Hall, but there is no time to carve patterns?

This doesn't make sense.

Cheng Fan secretly thought about it, most of it was before the Song Dynasty, most likely the Sui and Tang Dynasties, or earlier.

Shaking his head, putting away these irrelevant thoughts.

He is just a Taoist priest who is keen on studying formations, not a gold-touching captain who likes to poach people's ancestral graves everywhere.

No matter how mysterious this coffin is, it was a thousand years ago and has nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!