Chapter 368

Originally, it was dark in the tomb, but I don't know why, ye Ziheng just stepped into it with one foot, but the torches on the walls around him suddenly lit up, which made him sound control lights one by one, and then lit up automatically after hearing ye Ziheng's footsteps.

Ye Ziheng looked around, but the whole tomb was empty. There was nothing, no decoration, no sundries, even no body or insects.

Everything here is clean, too clean to believe. Ye Ziheng went to the wall and touched it with his hand. When he took it down, his fingers were very clean. It's like someone comes here to clean every day.

"Boy, be careful behind you!"

All of a sudden, ye Ziheng's mind heard the cry of the blood plume devil. Ye Ziheng had no time to think about it. He turned around and saw a blood red figure suddenly appeared behind him, with a blood color sword in his hand.

"He ~ ~"

the blood red figure made a faint and strange sound, and then stabbed the blood red sword in his hand towards his waist.

But fortunately, ye Ziheng was reminded in time by the blood feather demon Zun. He turned around and dodged. The long sword then crossed ye Ziheng's left waist, puncturing ye Ziheng's clothes, but fortunately, it didn't hurt his flesh.

Just as ye Ziheng was about to relax, the bloody sword suddenly changed its shape. The body of the sword suddenly bent, turned into a hook like a sickle, and then went towards ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng's pupil expands abruptly and wants to escape, but it's too late.

The hook was quickly retracted and directly hooked on ye Ziheng's right waist. Then he pulled it hard, and a spatter of blood came out, and ye Ziheng's waist immediately had a 5-6 cm wound.

But the matter is far from over. The bloody hook changes again. He pretends to be a machete and cuts straight at ye Ziheng's head.

Ye Ziheng had already seen the power of this thing. Naturally, he didn't dare to make trouble by the way. He quickly exerted his body method with all his strength and abruptly backed out for five or six meters, letting him cut the air directly. After opening the distance, ye Ziheng immediately took out several restorative four pills from the storage ring, and then swallowed them, and the wound on ye Ziheng's right waist began to recover at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"Lord, what is the weapon in his hand? Why can it change its shape?"

Ye Ziheng asked in a low voice as he watched the bloody figure not far away.

"A kind of magic weapon, I don't remember what it is called, is formed by the force of blood and resentment. It can change its shape according to the user's will, and it is also very powerful. It's hard to produce one of the ten thousand grudges of this kind of thing. Unexpectedly, it was hit by your kid. You earned it. Kill the grudges soon, so you have a powerful and upgradeable magic weapon. "

When ye Ziheng heard this, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Kill the ghost? The spirit of resentment beat him up without hesitation. I'm afraid it's impossible to defeat him.

Just thinking about it, the resentment over there is once again breaking out. The machete in his hand changes again and becomes a bloody long gun, which is killing ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng saw this, waved his hand and summoned his own seven grade thunderbolt gun to kill the enemy soul.