Since ancient times, both blacksmiths and alchemists have liked to leave their mark on works that they are proud of. Over time, this mark has become a symbol of status.
In the past, the ancestor of the Tianqi Sect was known as the number one immortal martial artist, and his strength was at the pinnacle. How could the sword that caught his fancy be an ordinary sword?
Moreover, Qin Yu still clearly remembered that ancestor Tianqi loved that sword very much and played with it all the time. Back then, Qin Yu had heard the sect master talk about that sword being made by an immortal-level blacksmith in the Taichu period.
The name of the Immortal-level blacksmith is Wang Daniu. An ordinary name that cannot be compared to ordinary and even a bit vulgar, but it shocked Taichu. He is known as the Taichu Immortal-level forging master, and the weapons forged by Wang Daniu will leave a
Bull head!
Whether it is the sword of the ancestor of the Tianqi Sect or this broad sword, it has a bull's head mark.
Looking at the dead slave young man in the distance, Qin Yu secretly rejoiced that he had fed the little spirit, otherwise, he would have lost a handful of rice by stealing the chicken.
Thinking of this, Qin Yu raised his right hand, and a small ball of death fire appeared in the palm of his right hand. As soon as the fire emerged, Qin Yu felt a cold air rush into his palm. When he looked at his palm again, there was no death fire anywhere.
traces of?
"As expected." Qin Yu thought to himself, and did not dare to use too much fire of death. Otherwise, wouldn't it be troublesome if the little spirit ran away after eating?
"That's all, let him follow. I'm afraid there may be other powerful beings deep into the land of death. It might be safer with this dead slave." After confirming that he couldn't get rid of this dead slave, Qin Yu simply relaxed.
, anyway, this dead slave doesn’t dare to attack as long as the little spirit is here.
Immediately, Qin Yu continued to run towards the place of death.
"Roar!" The dead slave young man roared with anger and continued to follow Qin Yu.
Along the way, the dead slave young man seemed to be in a state of rage. Every dead slave he encountered was torn apart by him. At first, Qin Yu was wary, but as time went on, he simply ignored the dead slave.
On this day, Qin Yu squatted beside a stone tablet, stroking the stone tablet with his right hand, then raised his head and looked deep ahead, his expression gradually becoming serious.
The deeper you go, the earth is like a wild land, dry and mysterious. The air of death in the space is getting stronger, and the more stone monuments there are. At a glance, the dark space is full of staggered stone monuments, which look like tombstones, mysterious.
It's terrifying, and most of these stone monuments are incomplete, as if they have experienced a great war.
Gently stroking the surface of the stone stele, Qin Yu found that the stone stele here looked older and more vicissitudes of life, and he noticed that almost all the shapes of the stone stele were similar.
"Is it a formation? Is there a huge formation in this place of death?"
"The undead can be born from this place. It can be concluded that a shocking battle took place here in the past, and there are probably countless people who died here. Perhaps, the great demon just took a fancy to this place and arranged a formation to kill him.
All the bones here were turned into death slaves... and they were spotted by the ancestors of the Thirteenth Department of Yajuan. A great battle broke out and the formation here was destroyed, but the formation was not completely erased. Therefore, those who died here were
The descendants of the thirteen tribes of Yaizhu were all turned into death slaves!"
"If so, these stone tablets should be what the great demon left behind." Qin Yu murmured.
Most of these stone tablets are incomplete and damaged. Qin Yu has not thought of taking them away. If they are complete, Qin Yu may take some away and find time to study them in the future.
"I don't know where the blood of Yaizhen is. You can't stay here for a long time. If the formation is still there, I'm afraid it will be refined if you stay here for a long time. We need to find the blood of Yaizhen as soon as possible." Qin Yu stood up slowly and looked hazy.
Ahead, unfortunately, the space was dark and the visibility was less than 30 feet. It was impossible to see what was in the distance. However, the dead slave young man was still following behind him dozens of feet away, not daring to get close.
In the days that followed, Qin Yu traveled frantically through the land of death, looking for the blood of Yaizhen.
Half a month later.
Qin Yu stood on the edge of a huge ditch. The ditch was like a dry river bed. It was unknown where it came from. What surprised Qin Yu was that, standing on the edge, a strong sense of blood came to his nostrils, and the soil in the ditch below was...
Red gold.
"Red gold? It is said that the purest blood of Yaizhen is red gold. Could it be that the blood of Yaizhen once flowed in the ditch here?" Qin Yu was startled by his own idea.
I don’t know how long this ditch is, nor how wide it is. It’s more than 30 feet wide at its narrowest point. It’s not an exaggeration to call it a river. If I want to fill this river up, I don’t know how many Yaizi will be needed!
However, along this river, you should be able to get the blood of Yaizhen, if it still exists.
Qin Yu looked left and right for a long time. Because it had been too long, he could not determine the source of the river from the bottom of the river bed. After pondering for a long time, Qin Yu rushed to the right. According to his calculation, the right was the deepest direction of the land of death.
, and this river should flow deep.
Now that he is here, Qin Yu wants to find out, otherwise, he will never have the chance to enter in the future.
In order not to miss the blood of Yaizhen, Qin Yu simply jumped into the ditch and walked slowly along the ditch. The dead slave young man stood on the edge of the ditch, seeming to be hesitating. After a long time, he let out a hoarse roar.
, actually jumped to the bottom of the ditch and followed Qin Yu.
I don’t know whether it’s because it’s too old or the blood of Yaizhen has completely disappeared here. There is no strong pressure in this ditch. This makes Qin Yu puzzled. It stands to reason that after reaching the Tao realm, every drop of blood will contain great power.
, and if the blood of Yaizhen really flows here, it should be filled with the pressure of Yaizhen.
"Perhaps this is not the blood of Yaizhen. But the entire river bed is red-gold, and it should be stained by the blood of Yaizhen." Qin Yu couldn't come up with anything after thinking about it. He only felt that there were too many unknown things here.
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When Qin Yu was walking along the ditch, he was at the source of the ditch.
At this time, the first one has disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and is walking with a staggering pace. How can the first one still have the high spirits before entering?
It's been ten months. It's been ten months. Compared with Qin Yu's calmness and ease of coming and going, these ten months have almost become the number one nightmare. In these ten months, he suffered hundreds of ordinary deaths.
The siege of slaves and the pursuit of ten powerful dead slaves. If he had not been superior in strength, he would have died with hatred long ago.
And this place of death seems to be vast and endless, and there seems to be no end. The first one keeps moving in a straight line, but still cannot reach the other side, and the spiritual consciousness here cannot be used, and there are dead slaves everywhere, which defeats the first one's psychology again and again.
Line of defense.
First, I am desperate!
The only time in history, and probably the last time of despair!
From childhood to adulthood, No. 1 not only possesses a purer Yaizhen bloodline than other tribesmen, but also possesses amazing talents. He has also inspired three other bloodlines in a row. The four bloodlines combined into one body are worth tens of millions even among the Thirteen Yaizhu tribes.
A person is in trouble at this age. If he does not die young, given time, No. 1 will definitely become the new leader of the Yaju clan.
This time when he came to build the pagoda, Number One was not willing to give in. His father also tried his best to stop him. However, the determined number one ignored the efforts of his clan members to stop him and resolutely entered the pagoda. Of course, Number One was not blind. He had also understood
Although there are not many places of death, I feel that since the leader can leave the place of death, he can too!
These ten months have shattered No. 1's self-confidence, but this is not enough to make No. 1 completely decadent.
"The blood of Yaizhen, as long as I can get the blood of Yaizhen, I will definitely be able to leave! As long as I leave, I will kill Wang Xingchen. If I don't cut him into pieces, my first wish is to stay in the abyss forever!" Number One roared ferociously in his heart.
First, immersed in despair and resentment, did not realize that he had not met a dead slave for a long time.
On this day, he suddenly stopped while he was stumbling. The blood flowing in his body seemed to be boiling. An unspeakable sense of intimacy came to his heart. He was startled for the first time and raised his head to look ahead.
In a trance, I saw a majestic mountain for the first time. In a trance, I felt the call from the ancient times for the first time...
"Is it...an ancestor?" The first one looked ahead blankly.
at the same time.
On the other side of the land of death.
A ragged young man was holding a corpse, wandering like a zombie in the depths of the vast land of death. Behind him, a huge bison fell in a pool of blood. This bison was the third on the mortal list.
"Why is this happening? Why!"
"The Yaju clan... the Yaju clan, I, Yang Dao, will never destroy your Yaju clan in this life... I swear that I will not be a human being!"
"From today on, there is no more Yang Dao in the world, only Yang! Tian! Dao!"