Chapter 121

Since ancient times, both forgers and alchemists like to leave a mark on their proud works. Over time, this mark has become a symbol of identity.

In the past, the ancestor of Tianqi sect was known as the first person of Xianwu. He was at the peak of his strength. Is the sword that he could see?

Moreover, Qin Huan clearly remembered that Tianqi loved the sword and played it all the time. At the beginning, Qin Huan heard the patriarch talk about that the sword was made by an immortal forging master in the early Taichu period.

The immortal forging master was named Wang Daniu, an ordinary, even vulgar name, which shocked Taichu. He was known as Taichu immortal forging master, and an ox head will be left on the weapons forged by Wang Daniu!

Whether it is the sword of Tianqi ancestor or this broadsword, it has an ox head mark.

Looking at the dead slave youth in the distance, Qin Huan secretly rejoiced that he had fed Xiaoling himself, otherwise stealing chickens would not eat a handful of rice.

Thinking of this, Qin Huan lifted his right hand and a small fire of death floated in the palm of his right hand. As soon as the fire came out, Qin Huan felt a cold air rush into the palm. When he looked at the palm again, where was the trace of the fire of death?

"That's true." Qin Huan thought, and he didn't dare to take out too much fire of death. Otherwise, Xiaoling ran away after he was full, wouldn't it be trouble?

"Well, let him follow. I'm afraid there are other powerful beings in the depths of the land of death. It might be safer to have this dead slave." Qin Huan was sure he couldn't get rid of this dead slave. Anyway, the dead slave didn't dare to attack with Xiaoling.

Immediately, Qin Huan continued to run towards the land of death.

"Roar!" the young slave shouted angrily and continued to follow Qin Huan.

Along the way, the dead slave youth seemed to be in a violent state. All the dead slaves he met were torn apart by him. At first, Qin Huan was vigilant. As time went on, he directly ignored the dead slave.

On that day, Qin Huan squatted next to a stone tablet, stroked the stone tablet with his right hand, raised his head and looked deep ahead, his face gradually dignified.

Deeper and deeper, the earth is like a wild land, dead and mysterious. The more dead the space is, the more stones there are. At a glance, the dark space is full of staggering stones, which look like tombstones, mysterious and terrible. Most of these stones are incomplete, as if they have experienced a great war.

Touching the surface of the stone tablet gently, Qin Huan found that the stone tablet here looked older and more vicissitudes, and he noticed that almost every stone tablet had the same shape.

"For a while? Is there a huge array in the place of death?"

"From this place, dead spirits can be born. It can be concluded that there was a world shaking battle here in the past, and there are probably countless people who died here. Perhaps the great devil took a fancy to this place and arranged the array to turn all the bones here into dead slaves... But in the eyes of the thirteen ancestors of Jain, a war broke out and destroyed the array here, but the array was not completely erased Therefore, the descendants of the thirteen Jains who died here have been refined into dead slaves! "

"If so, these stone tablets should be left by the devil." Qin Huan whispered.

Most of these stone tablets were incomplete and damaged. Qin Huan didn't want to take them away. If they were complete, Qin Huan might take some away and study them later.

"I don't know where the blood of Jain is. I can't stay here for a long time. If the array is still there, I'm afraid it will be refined if I stay here for a long time. I need to find the blood of Jain as soon as possible." Qin Huan slowly got up and looked at the hazy front. Unfortunately, the space was dark and the visibility was less than 30 feet. He couldn't see anything in the distance, and the dead slave youth still followed behind dozens of feet away, Dare not approach.

In the following days, Qin Huan wandered frantically through the land of death, looking for the blood of Jain.

half a month later.

Qin Huan stood on the edge of a huge ditch, which was like a dry river bed. He didn't know where it came from. What surprised Qin Huan was that standing on the edge, a thick smell of blood came to his nostrils, and the soil in the ditch below was reddish gold.

"Red gold? It is said that the purest blood of Jain was red gold. Did it ever flow in the ditch here?" Qin Huan was shocked by his idea.

I don't know how long the ditch is, nor how wide it is. The narrowest part is more than 30 feet. It's not too much to call it a river. I don't know how many heads it takes to fill the river!

However, along this river, you should be able to get the blood of Jain, if it still exists.

Qin Huan watched around for a long time. Because the years were too long, he could not determine the source of the river from the bottom of the riverbed. After pondering for a long time, Qin Yu rushed to the right. According to his calculation, the right is the deepest direction of the land of death, and the river should flow to the deep.

Now that he was here, Qin Huan wanted to find out, otherwise he would have no chance to enter in the future.

In order not to miss the blood of Jain, Qin Huan simply jumped into the ditch and walked slowly along the ditch. While the dead slave youth stood at the edge of the ditch, he seemed to be hesitating. After a long time, he gave a hoarse growl and jumped to the bottom of the ditch, right behind Qin Huan.

Qin Huan wondered whether it was because it was too long ago or because the blood of Jain canthus had disappeared. There was no powerful pressure at the ditch, which made him wonder. It was reasonable to say that every drop of blood would contain great power after reaching the Taoist territory. If the blood of Jain canthus really flowed here, it should be filled with Jain canthus.

"Maybe it's not the blood of Jain canthus. But the whole river bed is red and golden. It should have been stained by the blood of Jain canthus." Qin Yusi thought about it and didn't get anything. He just felt that there were too many unknowns here.

When Qin Huan was walking along the ditch, he was at the source of the ditch.

At this time, the first one was in rags and staggered. Where did the first one still have the spirit before entering?

It's been ten months, ten whole months. Compared with Qin Huan's leisurely and free coming and going, these ten months have almost become the first nightmare. In these ten months, he has been besieged by hundreds of ordinary dead slaves and pursued by powerful dead slaves. If he hadn't been superior in strength, he would have died with hatred.

The land of death seemed vast and endless. The first one kept moving forward in a straight line, but still couldn't reach the other bank. The divine consciousness here was useless, full of dead slaves, and defeated the first psychological defense line again and again.

First, despair!

The only and possibly the last despair in history!

From small to large, the first one not only has more pure Jain blood than other people, but also has amazing talent, and has continuously inspired the other three kinds of blood. Four kinds of blood come together. Even in the thirteen Jain departments, it is difficult to deal with one person for thousands of years. If you don't die prematurely, the first one will become the new leader of the Jain family in time.

This time he came to the refining tower, but his father tried to stop it, but the first one who had made up his mind resolutely entered the refining tower regardless of the people's efforts. Of course, the first one was not blind. He also knew the land of death. Although there were not many, he felt that since the leader could leave from the land of death, he could do it first!

These ten months have shattered the first's self-confidence, but it is not enough to make the first completely decadent.

"The blood of Jain canthus, as long as I can get the blood of Jain canthus, I will be able to leave!! as long as I leave, I will kill Wang Xingchen. If I don't cut him thousands of times, I'd like to stay in the abyss forever!" the first one roared ferociously in his heart.

Immersed in despair and resentment, the first did not realize that he had not met a dead slave for a long time.

On this day, he suddenly stopped, the blood flowing in his body seemed to boil, and an unspeakable sense of intimacy rushed to his heart. He was stunned for the first time, raised his head and looked forward.

In a trance, I first saw a towering mountain. In a trance, I first felt the call from Taigu

"Is it... The ancestor?" the first stared forward.

meanwhile.

On the other side of the land of death.

A ragged young man holding a corpse wandered like a walking corpse in the depths of the vast land of death, and behind him, a huge bison fell in a pool of blood, which was the third in the list.

"Why, why!!"

"The Jain family... The Jain family, I Yang Dao will never destroy you in this life... I swear not to be a man!"

"From today on, there is no Yang way in the world, only Yang!! days!! ways!!!"#####