Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Eight Western Sacrifices
In the club, there is a luxurious private room.
Zhuo Bufan took Shi Jian to sit on the wide leather sofa. Huo Jiaming ordered his men, and soon the two bodyguards walked in with a glass box.
In the square glass box, there is a very strange brown wooden box, square, about the size of an adult's palm.
"Open the box." Huo Jiaming ordered.
Two bodyguards unbuttoned the password lock on the glass box and immediately opened the glass box.
"careful."
Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted.
At this moment, two black mist flew out of the box and drilled into the nostrils of the two bodyguards. The two bodyguards suddenly showed extremely strange expressions on their faces. Under the skin of their cheeks, there was a strange black air, and the black air seemed to be a
A small snake was jumping, and the expressions of the two bodyguards became strange, their pupils shrank, and they seemed to have seen extremely frightened scenes.
"Evil."
Zhuo Bufan pinched a spell and hit the two bodyguards in the air. Then the black aura on their faces suddenly retreated back into the wooden box, but the two bodyguards also fainted.
"Mr. Zhuo, is this?" Huo Jiaming said with wide eyes.
"Those two people are fine, they are just absorbed with some essence." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, "But this box is very strange."
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan gathered his five fingers from the air, grabbed and sucked, and the wooden box in the glass box slowly flew into his hands.
Zhuo Bufan's hand suddenly shone blue lightning, making a sizzling sound, covering the wooden box. The black mist floating on the surface of the wooden box also began to squirm violently, as if he was struggling, trying to break free from Zhuo.
The bondage of lightning in the hands of the unconvention.
"court death."
Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and the lightning in his hand became more and more fierce. Under the shock of the lightning, the black air on the wooden box gradually became weak and calmed down and was no longer at work.
"Mr. Zhuo, what is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with some fear.
After all, when this magic box was abroad, several people died in the company, and just now, they almost killed two bodyguards.
"Resentment, there is resentment in this magic box, and it should be a very bad thing."
Zhuo Bufan said, I will study it later.
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, concentrated his spiritual sense, and slowly penetrated into the magic box, and the picture suddenly changed.
A vast world appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan, but Zhuo Bufan was like the perspective of God, and saw a bloody and cruel scene. Hundreds of thousands of ancient cavalry and soldiers were fighting, and the roar almost made
Heaven and earth change color.
The blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with an extremely bloody smell, and the murderous aura almost made the air solidify.
This place is like an ancient battlefield in the West, with waves of people fighting.
The ground was covered with broken limbs and broken bones, and the river was stained with blood. Human lives fell down like grass.
Even though Zhuo Bufan had seen many cruel wars in the fairy world, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw this scene.
Moreover, there was a strange red in their eyes, as if they were going crazy, constantly slashing their enemies. In their eyes, there seemed to be only fighting and killing, just like being possessed by evil spirits.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan suddenly sensed something, turned his head and looked at a mountain in the distance, and saw an old man like a dead tree standing on the mountain, covered in a black robe, and holding in his hand.
With a skull crutch, the eyes were shining with green light.
Just when Zhuo Bufan saw the other person, the other person suddenly raised his head and looked at him, but a very strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the other person's mouth.
"What a strong body, it just happens to rebirth me." The old man murmured to himself.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, suddenly thought of something, suddenly stretched out his palm, and a blood-red dagger slowly rose from his palm, stabbing at the old man.
The old man suddenly turned into a black arrow and stabbed Zhuo Bufan suddenly.
Just the moment the red demon sword and the black arrow came into contact, the demon sword slashed the arrow into two pieces.
"This, how is this possible? How could anyone have such powerful divine consciousness?" the old man murmured to himself, and an incredible expression appeared on his face as dry as tree bark.
However, with the old man's words, his body slowly dissipated between heaven and earth like pieces of paper, and the originally tragic battlefield also returned to peace in an instant.
War horses, soldiers, blood, and dry bones all disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Zhuo Bufan, who was sitting in the private room, also opened his eyes.
But Huo Jiaming didn't know where he went except Shi Jian in the private room.
"Young Master, you have finally woken up." Shi Jian saw Zhuo Bufan wake up, and his little face immediately showed a look of surprise.
"I've slept for a long time?"
Zhuo Bufan asked with a frown.
"It's been a whole day." Shi Jian nodded, "I'm still a little worried about the young master."
Zhuo Bufan showed a look of surprise on his face. He only felt in the illusion for a while. He didn't expect that a day would have passed in the real world. If he was a person with weak mental power, he would probably be trapped in the illusion forever and could not be able to do so.
come out.
"Old Master Huo has other things to deal with, but he just said that if the young master wakes up, I will notify him." Shi Jian said.
"Well, please find someone to tell him and let him come to 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 originally lingered on the wooden box disappeared.
The old man in the illusion he just saw should be the owner of this wooden box, and the old man was just a divine thought. He had been dead for hundreds of years.
Zhuo Bufan reasoned and thought that the old man should be a Western practitioner, or had another Western name - Sacrifice.
The other party used his powerful mental power to start a war, as if he wanted to practice the secret technique in his eyes or achieve a certain goal. Unexpectedly, he failed in the end, so after he died, he left deep resentment in the wooden box.
However, when Zhuo Bufan entered the realm of transformation just now, he had already shattered the last ray of resentment from the other party, so he also lost his resentment on the wooden box.
"It seems that there are also some prosperous eras of cultivation in the West, and perhaps the resources for cultivation may be found in Western countries." Zhuo Bufan thought to himself.
However, this wooden box also works for him. The old man in the illusion mainly cultivates mental power. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to generate such a huge battle scene just now. If the mental power can be absorbed, Zhuo Bufan's divine thoughts will be
It is undoubtedly a big replenishment.
The demon sword that Zhuo Bufan used just now was formed by the condensation of his divine consciousness, but for his current divine consciousness, it takes a long time to recover once. If he can absorb the mental power in the wooden box for his own use, then
The demon sword can also be used once more.
This wooden box is equivalent to a surprise to Zhuo Bufan. After all, no matter whether it is spiritual energy or elixir, it cannot quickly improve his mental power in a short period of time. (To be continued)