"ah!"

Qiuqiu screamed in panic, then threw herself into Zhao Fan's arms, buried her head in his chest and dared not look at it again.

Everyone also started to talk.

"What's wrong with that unlucky guy?"

"Why are you so unhappy that you just jump into the blood pool?"

"Once this blood pool jumps into it, even the broken Tao will be melted forever..."

"Can he beg the curse of the blood pool without isolating his breath fluctuations?"

There is a lesson from the past.

The monks carefully crossed the bridge.

Zhao Fan looked down at Qiuqiu who was holding him one-sidedly, and could even feel the other party's messy heartbeat, and asked lightly: "Is it okay?"

"No, it's okay..."

Qiuqiu shook her head, let go of her hand and took a step back, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

She closed her eyes and didn't dare to open it, and walked on the bridge with Zhao Fan based on her perception.

And at this moment.

The calm blood pool seemed to boil, piles of bubbles emerged, and bloodshots lingered above the pool surface.

Fortunately, the height of the bridge is sufficient.

Many monks accelerated their pace, crossed the bridge, and arrived in front of the door leading to the third tomb.

Zhao Fan and Qiu Qiu are no exception.

"call……"

When Qiuqiu got down the bridge, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "I'm so scared."

"I'm so brave, but I dare to look at the curse symbol of the starting channel?" Zhao Fan smiled.

Qiuqiu nodded, "I saw similar scenes when I was a child, so it was a little bit of a shadow. Actually, I was very calm."

"Yeah, very calm."

Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled, and entered the third tomb with her.

Arrived here.

The space becomes larger.

This room alone is as wide as a small world.

Zhao Fan and Qiu Qiu looked around.

Some mountain peaks and crypts have sparse figures of people.

"Big brother, let's take a walk here for a while."

The way proposed by Qiuqiu.

"Um."

Zhao Fan had no objection, and he was not in a hurry to go to the seventh tomb.

"It's dead! It's dead!"

At this moment, a terrified voice sounded in the eastern area of ​​the tomb.

After hearing this, many monks gathered over there, wanting to see the fun.

Zhao Fan looked across the air.

A strongest corpse with a festering body was lying there, still breathing white, but a serrated blade of grass was grabbed in his hand.

"Another one was hit."

On the face of Qiuqiu's girl, she pouted and said, "You can't touch things from the Tomb of Curses."

"Do you know what that serrated grass leaf is?"

Zhao Fan asked in confusion.

Even the strongest eternal can be cursed to death directly on the spot.

"I don't know." Qiuqiu picked up a scroll.

Zhao Fan leaned over and took a look.

It turned out to be a strategy to explore the Tomb of Curses.

The above records some things that will cause death disasters when touched in each tomb.

"Good guy, you all have this." Zhao Fan said blankly.

"It cost me a top-quality curse crystal."

Qiuqiu swept it over and said, "Huh? There is no record of the serrated grass leaf on the guide? Could it be... it is a newly emerged curse item?"

"oh?"

Zhao Fan asked inexplicably: "This curse tomb has been open for endless years, and will new things with curse effects appear?"

"Well, the above said it occasionally, but not often."
Chapter completed!