Chapter 368 Bloody Magic Treasure

The tomb was originally pitch black, but for some reason, just as Ye Ziheng stepped into it with one foot, the torches on the surrounding walls suddenly lit up, making him voice-activate lights one by one, hearing Ye Ziheng's voice It lights up automatically after the sound of footsteps.

Ye Ziheng looked around, but the entire tomb was empty, there was nothing, no decorations, no sundries, not even corpses or insects.

Everything here is clean, too clean to believe. Ye Ziheng walked to the wall, touched the wall with his hands, and when he took it off, his fingers were exceptionally clean. It's as if someone comes here to clean it every day.

"Boy, be careful behind you!"

Suddenly, the shout of the Blood Feather Demon Venerable came from Ye Ziheng's mind. Before Ye Ziheng had time to think about it, he was shocked, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a blood-red figure suddenly appearing behind him, holding a blood-colored sword in his hand. long sword.

"Heh~~"

The blood-red figure made a weak and strange sound, and then stabbed the blood-red long sword in his hand towards his waist.

But fortunately, the Blood Feather Demon Venerable reminded him in time, Ye Ziheng turned around and dodged, and the long sword swiped across Ye Ziheng's waist left side, piercing Ye Ziheng's clothes, but fortunately he was not hurt. with meat.

Just when Ye Ziheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the blood-colored long sword suddenly changed its shape. The blade of the long sword suddenly bent, turning into a hook like a sickle, and then slammed towards Ye Yeheng's hook.

Ye Ziheng's pupils dilated suddenly, trying to escape, but it was already too late.

The hook quickly retracted, hooked directly on Ye Ziheng's right waist, and then pulled it hard, a burst of blood spattered out, and a wound of five or six centimeters appeared on Ye Ziheng's waist immediately.

But the matter was far from over, the bloody hook changed again, turned into a machete, and slashed straight at Ye Ziheng's head.

At this time, Ye Ziheng had already seen how powerful this thing was, so naturally he didn't dare to mess around with it, so he quickly used his body skills with all his strength, and suddenly retreated five or six meters violently, letting him cut into the air. After opening the distance, Ye Ziheng immediately took out a few restorative fourth-grade pills from the storage ring, and swallowed them in one gulp. The wound on Ye Ziheng's right waist began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mozun, what is that weapon in his hand? Why can it still change shape?"

Ye Ziheng asked in a low voice while watching the bloody figure not far away.

"A magic weapon, I don't remember what it's called, it's made of blood and the power of resentful souls, it can change shape at will according to the will of the user, and it's also extremely powerful. It is very difficult to produce a weapon in Zhongdu, but I did not expect it to be bumped into by you, you have made money, kill this resentful soul quickly, so that you will have an extra powerful magic weapon that can be upgraded."

When Ye Ziheng heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

Kill this resentful soul? This resentful soul beat him to the ground with a few casual moves, and it might be impossible to defeat him.

Just as he was thinking, the resentful spirit over there flared up again, and the machete in his hand changed again, turning into a blood-red spear, killing towards Ye Ziheng.

Seeing this, Ye Ziheng waved his hand, and also called out his seventh-grade thunder gun, and shot towards the resentful soul.

(to be continued)