Chapter 651 Devour the blood

Shennong Ding is an ancient treasure in Chinese mythology and legend.

If it were ordinary people, they would only think that the master and apprentice of the Brahma Sect were probably mentally ill, and they actually regarded this bronze ancient tripod as the Shennong tripod.

How can things in myths really exist in reality?

But Xiang Yuan, Long Qi and others knew that many mythical things may really exist.

Of course, it may not be as magical as the legendary one, but it is absolutely possible to exist.

Seeing the old man pressing his blood-oozing palm on the bronze tripod, everyone present changed their expressions.

"Stop him!"

"Stop it! This is a treasure belonging to our China."

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The people in Nantianmen were shocked, worried that this Chinese treasure would fall into the hands of the other party, and worried that this treasure might contain some strange power. Once obtained by the other party, it would cause great trouble to them and others!

Yang Mu had turned into a afterimage and rushed towards the old man.

But when he heard the "Shennong Cauldron", he was shocked after all, and he was one step slower and could not stop the old man from pressing his bloody palm on the bronze cauldron!

"ah--!!"

A sharp scream suddenly sounded from the old man's mouth, which scared everyone's hearts trembled again.

Yang Mu stopped and looked at the ancient tripod that suddenly filled with green halo. He sensed the spiritual energy around him, and instantly rioted and gathered towards him.

"He really recognized his master?"

When Yang Mu saw the old man's painful and ferocious face, he suspected that the other party had asked the ancient tripod to recognize his master successfully, but this process of recognize his master would be accompanied by some pain.

But soon, he overturned the speculation.

The old man not only looked painful, but his body also changed accordingly.

He was as thin as a dead tree. At this moment, his body was not as flesh and blood as if he was constantly being pulled away, and there was no blood at all. His eyes quickly became gray and sunken, like a mummy.

After a while, the old man vented more and inhaled less, and it seemed that he was about to lose his life.

Seeing this scene, Yang Mu couldn't help but think of the kind of person described in some classical mythological stories, who was drained from the spirit of monsters.

The situation of the old man at this time is exactly the same as that!

"master?"

At first, Xiao Fantian thought that the old man had succeeded in recognizing his master, and his face was full of ecstasy, but soon found something was wrong and his expression changed drastically. He stepped forward and grabbed the old man's shoulder, and wanted to pull the old man away from the ancient bronze tripod.

"ah--!!"

However, he failed to pull the old man away. However, after touching the old man, he screamed, his body twitched, his face was hideous, and his eyes were full of pain.

This time, Yang Mu and others could see clearly.

Xiao Fantian was cleaned up by Yang Mu before, and there were many wounds on his body. At this moment, he saw bursts of blood gushing out from the wound on his body and flew into the interior of the bronze ancient tripod.

As blood and energy flew out, Little Brahma's face gradually faded.

In just over a dozen seconds, the masters and disciples of the Brahma Sect turned into skinny and bone-filled mummies, and there was no movement anymore.

"This...what the hell is this?"

A middle-aged man from the Nantianmen was shocked and took two steps back. Although the others seemed calm, they were also shocked and had long been stunned.

This Brahma leader is more than one better than them, but in the blink of an eye he becomes a dead corpse!

The bronze ancient tripod was an ancient treasure that made them very moved just now, but at this moment, it seemed like a life-seeking Yama, and they didn't even dare to get closer.

Xiang Yuan came back to his senses and took a deep breath: "This thing is definitely not simple, but how could it be the Shennong Ding?

According to legend, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and saved the world with a pot, and was called the ancestor of medicine.

How could his Shennong Ding be such a vicious thing?"

Yang Mu shook his head and said, "This may not be the case.

For example, Shennong has used countless herbs and saved countless lives! But among the herbs he has used, there must be some highly poisonous substances.

There is a treatment method in traditional Chinese medicine, called using poison to fight poison.

Some poisons, if used well, are magical medicines to save people, but if used poorly, they are poisons to harm people!

And, don’t forget that the legendary Shennong died in a bad life because he took too many poisonous weeds and accumulated too much poison!”

While speaking, he walked towards the bronze ancient tripod step by step.

Long Qi reached out to pull him, frowned and said, "Don't go! It's too dangerous."

Yang Mu looked at her and smiled and said, "Do you care so much about me?"

rest assured.

From what I just saw, the reason why both of them were sucked dry is because they had wounds on their bodies, and there was no wound on my body, and there was no blood flowing out of them, so there would be no danger!”

However, Long Qi still grabbed Yang Mu's hand and frowned and said, "If there is a wound on his body, the blood will be sucked dry. It does not mean that there is no wound and there will be no accident!"

Yang Mu said: “Okay.

Then if I don’t touch this thing, I just walk in and take a look. Is it okay?"

Long Qi then let go of his hand.

She followed Yang Mu and walked towards the ancient bronze tripod together. She was also very curious about this strange and terrifying bronze tripod.

Yang Mu walked to the bronze ancient tripod and looked at the symbols on the surface of the ancient tripod curiously.

"Don't you know a lot of languages ​​and words? Do you recognize what is written on it?"

Yang Mu glanced at Long Qi behind him.

Long Qi carefully looked at the dense symbols on the surface of the ancient tripod, shook his head and said:

"It looks a bit similar to Oracle, but it's very different.

Wait a moment, take a photo, take it back and find a group of professionals to study it carefully - what's wrong with you?

Yang Mu! Can you hear me? What's wrong with you?"

Long Qi's eyes rolled round and his heartbeat was half a beat, just because she saw Yang Mu's body, a faint mist of blood suddenly spread out, gathering towards the bronze ancient tripod.

Yang Mu's expression seemed to be solidified, and his facial features gradually distorted, and he seemed to be enduring strong pain.

Long Qi immediately reached out to pull Yang Mu.

"Can't touch him!"

Xiang Yuan rushed forward, quickly grabbed Long Qi, and looked at Yang Mu in fear.

"Perhaps, we all guessed wrongly! This ghost thing can swallow human blood and energy. It is not against the wound at all, and it does not need to be touched. As long as it is close to a certain level, something will happen!"

Long Qi's face turned pale: "Then we should pull him over quickly! As long as we stay away from this thing, he will be fine."

Xiang Yuan said anxiously: "No! When that guy just met his master, what kind of tragic scene was there? Didn't you see it?"

Yang Mu couldn't hear the conversation between Xiang Yuan and Long Qi at all.

He was like an insect falling into a spider web. He suddenly felt his body unable to move. Then his head buzzed, his consciousness quickly blurred. His originally extremely sensitive perception was completely lost in an instant, and only the unbearable severe pain appeared everywhere in his body.

Not to mention taking a step, he could not do it even if he blinked his eyes.
Chapter completed!