Chapter 138 Western Sacrifice

In the clubhouse, in a luxurious box.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the wide leather sofa with his sword, Huo Jiaming ordered his subordinates, and soon two bodyguards walked in carrying a glass box.

Inside the square glass box was an extremely weird brown wooden box, square and about the size of an adult's palm.

"Open the box." Huo Jiaming ordered.

The two bodyguards unlocked the combination lock on the glass box, and immediately opened the glass box.

"careful."

Zhuo Bufan suddenly called out. At this moment, two streams of black mist flew out of the box and penetrated into the nostrils of the two bodyguards. The two bodyguards suddenly showed extremely strange expressions on their faces. There was a strange black mist lingering under the skin of their cheeks. The little snakes were jumping up and down, and the expressions of the two bodyguards became almost

The position is weird, the pupils constrict, and it seems that they have seen an extremely frightening picture.

"Evil."

Zhuo Bufan pinched a formula and hit the two bodyguards from the air. Immediately, the black air on the faces of the two retreated back into the wooden box, but the two bodyguards also fainted immediately.

"Mr. Zhuo, what is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with his eyes wide open.

"Those two people are fine, it's just that some essence has been absorbed." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, "But this box is very strange."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan gathered his five fingers across the air, grabbed and sucked, and the wooden box in the glass box slowly flew into his hand.

Suddenly blue lightning flashed from Zhuo Bufan's hands, making a sizzling sound, covering the wooden box, and the black mist floating on the surface of the wooden box also began to squirm violently, as if struggling, trying to get rid of Zhuo Bufan. The bondage of thunder and lightning in Bufan's hands.

"court death."

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, the lightning in his hand became more and more fierce, and under the shock of the lightning, the black air on the wooden box gradually withered, calmed down, and stopped causing trouble.

"Mr. Zhuo, what exactly is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with some fear.

After all, when this magic box was abroad, it killed several people in the company, and just now it almost killed two bodyguards.

"Resentment, there is a lot of resentment in this magic box, it should be a big murderer."

Zhuo Bufan said, let me study the details.

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, concentrated his consciousness, and slowly penetrated into the magic box, and the screen suddenly changed.

A vast and boundless world appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan, but at this time, Zhuo Bufan saw a bloody and cruel scene like a god's perspective, hundreds of thousands of ancient cavalry and warriors were fighting, and the roar almost made people cry. The world changes color.

The ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with an incomparably bloody smell, and the murderous aura almost froze the air.

This place looks like an ancient battlefield in the West, with several waves of troops fighting.

The ground was covered with broken limbs, the river was stained red with blood, and human lives fell down one after another as if they were worthless.

Even though Zhuo Bufan had seen many cruel battles in the fairy world, he still couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw this scene.

Moreover, there was a strange redness in the eyes of these people, as if they were crazy, and they kept cutting and killing their enemies. In their eyes, they seemed to only fight and kill people, as if they were possessed by evil spirits. At this moment, Zhuo Bufan suddenly sensed something, turned his head, and looked towards a mountain peak in the distance, only to see an old man standing on the mountain peak, who looked like a dead tree, his whole body was covered in a black robe, holding a Holding a crutch with a skull and eyes with green lights

mango.

Just when Zhuo Bufan saw the other party, the other party suddenly raised his head to look at him, but the corner of the other party's mouth suddenly outlined an extremely weird smile.

"What a powerful body, just enough to make me reborn." The old man muttered to himself.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, suddenly thought of something, suddenly stretched out his palm, a blood-red dagger slowly rose out of his palm, and stabbed towards the old man suddenly.

The old man also suddenly turned into a black arrow, stabbing towards Zhuo Bufan.

Just the moment the red demon knife and the black arrow came into contact, the demon knife cut the arrow in two.

"This, how is this possible, how can someone have such a powerful divine sense." The old man muttered to himself, with an inconceivable expression on his dry, bark-like face.

However, following the old man's words, his body slowly dissipated between heaven and earth like shredded paper, and the originally tragic battlefield also returned to calm in an instant.

The horses, warriors, blood, and dry bones all disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan who was sitting in the box also opened his eyes.

It's just that Huo Jiaming didn't know where to go in the box except Shi Jian.

"My lord, you've finally woken up." Seeing Zhuo Bufan waking up, Shi Jian immediately showed surprise on his little face.

"I slept for a long time?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned and asked.

"It's been a whole day." Shi Jian nodded, "I'm still a little worried about you, Young Master."

Zhuo Bufan showed a slightly surprised look on his face. He only felt that it had passed for a while in the illusion, but he did not expect that a day would pass in the real world. If he is a person with weak mental strength, he may be trapped in the illusion forever, and there is no way to stay in the illusion. come out.

"Master Huo has other things to deal with. He just said that if the young master wakes up, let me notify him." Shi Jian said.

"Well, find someone to tell him to come see me." Zhuo Bufan said softly.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the wooden box in his hand, the wooden box still became ordinary, and the black resentment that had lingered on the wooden box had all disappeared.

The old man in the illusion he saw just now should be the owner of this wooden box, and that old man is just a divine sense, he himself has been dead for hundreds of years.

Zhuo Bufan reasoned a bit, and thought that the old man should be a Western cultivator, or have another title belonging to the West—Sacrifice.

The other party used their powerful mental power to launch a war, and seemed to want to practice the secret art of the eyes, or to achieve a certain goal, but failed in the end, so after his death, he left deep resentment in the wooden box.

However, when Zhuo Bufan entered the Transformation Realm just now, he had chopped up the last ray of resentment from the opponent, so the wooden box also lost the resentment.

"It seems that there have been some heydays of cultivation in the West, and perhaps resources for cultivation can be found in Western countries." Zhuo Bufan thought to himself.

However, this wooden box also has an effect on him. The old man in the illusion mainly cultivates spiritual power, otherwise, it would be impossible to derive such a huge battle scene just now. That being said, it is undoubtedly a big supplement.

The demon sword that Zhuo Bufan used just now was formed by the condensation of spiritual thoughts, but with his current spiritual thoughts, it takes a long time to recover once used. If he can absorb the spiritual power in the wooden box for his own use, then The demon knife can also be used once more. This wooden box is quite a surprise to Zhuo Bufan, after all, no matter whether it is spiritual energy or elixir, neither can quickly improve his spiritual power in a short period of time.