He smiled and he looked worried: "I can't guarantee it, what trouble will happen after a while, so it's better not to say it!"

Yan Ziyue's fingertips suddenly pinched into her palm, bit her lips tightly, and looked at him with resentment, but she was so tactful that she didn't take the initiative to speak.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Yan rolled up his sleeves and stood still: "At present, we can only know that the Soul-Lie Stone is behind the stone gate, but that place has been blocked by sand and rocks and rocks.

Dead..."

"Wait a minute, I have to ask first," Ding Temple called Mo You: "Your Madam, how long and wide is this passage at the door?"

After Mo You and Pi Rong discussed, they gestured out a rough terrain.

Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not too much, it's not big..."

The temple was not that easy: "Theory, the place was not big, but one thing is, don't neglect. The entire passage was blocked by sand. If it was just the sand filling the passage, it would be unreasonable.

There are numbers and quantity. As long as we work harder, we can always clean it up, but..."

"But we don't know how much sand there is in the agency we designed at the time."

Ling Luoyu responded and glanced at everyone with a charming look.

"So, we have to be mentally prepared and plan for the worst."

Feng Chenglin sighed: "I knew that this must be a good thing, but it was still an unknown number!"

Mo You glanced behind him: "Although I don't know much about the mechanism, but... I think since it is used to block the corridor, the amount of sand should not be too much, so it will not even be able to hold our sacrificial hall.

Bar?"

"This is really hard to say!" Dingmiao's words blocked all fantasies.

“…”

"Because we don't know whether when we built the corridor mechanism to simply flood the passage, or to consciously even obscur the hall!"

After a few words, everyone looked at each other.

Feng Chenglin smiled bitterly: "Wait a minute, this is not to say that what we next... is a gamble and see what God means?"

Ling Luoyu looked serious: "It's not about God, but about the meaning of the Mo family ancestors!"

Dingmiao nodded: "This is what I worry about the most!"

"How many meanings?" Feng Chenglin looked at Mo You in a daze: "The ancestors of the Mo family... want to obliterate their own sacrificial hall?"

"It depends on what the secret they are going to hide!" Zhou Yan looked at the stone statue thoughtfully: "If the ancestors of the Mo family built this quicksand mechanism for the sacrificial hall and passageway for the secrets in the stone statue,

If he doesn't want someone to take the secret away, then when he set up the gates of hell, he would set up a mechanism to burn both jade and stones!"

“…”

For a moment, no one spoke.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed across everyone: "Didn't everyone notice that the Mo family's sacrificial hall is just a tomb!"

"Discover!" Feng Chenglin suddenly realized: "I understand that the ancestors of the Mo family, under the banner of the sacrificial hall, actually built a tomb of the mechanics! Like those tombs, as long as we dare to make the things inside, we will...

You have to die like a tomb robber!?”

"The meaning is almost the same!"

“…”

Mo You and Pi Rong looked at each other for a moment.
Chapter completed!