The story of the ancient clan was originally thought that it only existed in the scroll of the book-collection cave in the Demon Sect, but she didn't expect that she encountered such an object in such a place.

She looked at the old man opposite in surprise and suspicion: "What is this?"

The old man had a skill and asked to clean up his eyes, and his gentle smile filled his eyes.

"Open it and take a look, don't you know what it is?"

After Mu Chenxiao's sharp eyes looked at the old man, he resolutely opened the wooden box.

The moment it opened, a bloody smell came to my face, and the evil intention made the temperature in the stone chamber seem to drop by several degrees instantly.

Even the candlelight was automatically jumping without wind.

This is an indescribable aura of killing, which seems to release the sorrow that has been silent for thousands of years at the moment the box is opened.

Above the red velvet silk, a simple, blood-colored sword lay quietly there.

The blade is dull and the hilt is dull, and there is no eye-catching thing.

They couldn't even feel the slightest spiritual breath of this sword, lying there quietly like a dead sword.

Overall, such a sword looks more like the failure of a third-rate sword-casting craftsman.

In terms of value, this sword seems to be more valuable than that wooden box.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao with confusion, trying to ask him what he meant, but saw that he looked charming and looked at the sword with rugged eyes.

A touch of solemnity and murderous aura came out from his body. His boundless deep eyes were like a bottomless black hole, purifying the cold breath. A trace of bloody hideousness appeared in the shadows.

Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly tightened, and his fingertips quietly touched his arm: "Mu Chenxiao..."

Mu Chenxiao was unheard of, his eyes locked in the blood-colored sword in front of him, and his slender fingertips tightly held the hilt of the sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, a red light flowed over the sword blade in an unparalleled manner, as if water had passed a rock, and was refreshing.

With the sudden appearance of this red light, a whirlwind of extremely powerful, like thunder, suddenly burst out on Mu Chenxiao's body.

The unparalleled destructive power suddenly exploded and swept away in this space, and a wave of air that was invisible to the naked eye instantly hit everyone.

Feng Qingcheng's body instinctively burst out an invisible barrier, blocking all the destructive power, and even his black hair did not move at all.

Even the old man was directly knocked back to the wall when this wave of air came, but his blood was surging and he did not vomit blood.

The blood-red light hovered along the blade and climbed towards Mu Chenxiao's wrist, winding up along his skin, and finally condensed on his forehead and eyebrows, blooming into a charming and enchanting blood-colored Manzhu Shahua.

And under the lingering of this Manzhushahua, his eyes were also covered with magnificent blood.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao's changes in amazement, and his eyes tightly locked the charming Manzhu Shahua on the side of his eyebrows.

In this bloody color, the sharp killing aura lingers around Mu Chenxiao, like the Nine Nether Shura who is seducing the soul, exuding a cruel and solemn bloody smell. The story of the ancient clan originally thought it only existed in the scroll of the book cave in the Demon Sect, but she unexpectedly encountered such an object in such a place.

She looked at the old man opposite in surprise and suspicion: "What is this?"

The old man had a skill and asked to clean up his eyes, and his gentle smile filled his eyes.

"Open it and take a look, don't you know what it is?"

After Mu Chenxiao's sharp eyes looked at the old man, he resolutely opened the wooden box.

The moment it opened, a bloody smell came to my face, and the evil intention made the temperature in the stone chamber seem to drop by several degrees instantly.

Even the candlelight was automatically jumping without wind.

This is an indescribable aura of killing, which seems to release the sorrow that has been silent for thousands of years at the moment the box is opened.

Above the red velvet silk, a simple, blood-colored sword lay quietly there.

The blade is dull and the hilt is dull, and there is no eye-catching thing.

They couldn't even feel the slightest spiritual breath of this sword, lying there quietly like a dead sword.

Overall, such a sword looks more like the failure of a third-rate sword-casting craftsman.

In terms of value, this sword seems to be more valuable than that wooden box.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao with confusion, trying to ask him what he meant, but saw that he looked charming and looked at the sword with rugged eyes.

A touch of solemnity and murderous aura came out from his body. His boundless deep eyes were like a bottomless black hole, purifying the cold breath. A trace of bloody hideousness appeared in the shadows.

Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly tightened, and his fingertips quietly touched his arm: "Mu Chenxiao..."

Mu Chenxiao was unheard of, his eyes locked in the blood-colored sword in front of him, and his slender fingertips tightly held the hilt of the sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, a red light flowed over the sword blade in an unparalleled manner, as if water had passed a rock, and was refreshing.

With the sudden appearance of this red light, a whirlwind of extremely powerful, like thunder, suddenly burst out on Mu Chenxiao's body.

The unparalleled destructive power suddenly exploded and swept away in this space, and a wave of air that was invisible to the naked eye instantly hit everyone.

Feng Qingcheng's body instinctively burst out an invisible barrier, blocking all the destructive power, and even his black hair did not move at all.

Even the old man was directly knocked back to the wall when this wave of air came, but his blood was surging and he did not vomit blood.

The blood-red light hovered along the blade and climbed towards Mu Chenxiao's wrist, winding up along his skin, and finally condensed on his forehead and eyebrows, blooming into a charming and enchanting blood-colored Manzhu Shahua.

And under the lingering of this Manzhushahua, his eyes were also covered with magnificent blood.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Mu Chenxiao's changes in amazement, and his eyes tightly locked the charming Manzhu Shahua on the side of his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!