This scene happened under Wang Hu's eyelids. He was staring at all in a daze like watching a magic movie again. When he saw that the blood-colored sword and jade seal became ordinary, the entire tomb was quiet and dark, and there was nothing else except a smell of rotten corpse.

Seeing that the dust was settled, Wang Hu couldn't understand what was going on, but his life was important now. He was sure that there was no breath of living people around him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, regardless of whether it was dirty or not. These were not important. Internal strength had a good healing effect on his injuries. In about five minutes, Wang Hu barely stopped the blood of the two wounds pierced by the blood-colored sword. His life was saved at the moment, but he had lost so much blood and consumed a certain amount of internal strength. His face was a little pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Sitting cross-legged, turning Bing Xinjue to feel every move around him. Five minutes passed, and Wang Hu's heart returned to calm. He endured the slight pain transmitted from his chest and stood up. He took a deep breath. The blood and smell of rotten corpse in his mouth almost spit out all the food he had eaten in the morning.

"Boom~" With a sound, Wang Hu mobilized his true power and smashed the bronze stone door with one punch. His body shook. It seemed that he would have to rest for at least one day after this time.

Following the ancient tomb road on the slope, Wang Hu walked upwards, but after walking more than ten steps, he had to turn back, stand at the entrance of the bronze stone door, with his eyes facing the two things on the ground in the tomb chamber, the small sword and the jade seal. After a few experiences just now, it can be seen that these two things are definitely treasures. [

"This blood-colored little sword is extremely sharp. Even my two strongest defensive covers can be easily penetrated, and it is uncontrollable. It can be seen that it should be the legendary spiritual flying sword in the world. Damn, this thing has only appeared in legends. I didn't expect to encounter it here. I think the owner of the tomb must have been a Niu Bi character when he was alive, but the jade seal can steadily suppress the small sword. In this way, it must be a legendary magic weapon or something. If it were thrown here, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Wang Hu had just thought about taking these two things, but he didn't understand such weapons at all, just like the jade seal pressed on the little sword. Who knew if the little sword would become like the way it was just now? If one doesn't do it properly, he might lose his life. It's like a little baby of seven or eight years old who was ignorant of knowing the power of AK47, but if you gave him a real AK47, he didn't know how to shoot. Maybe he would mess around and kill himself if he got rid of the fire.

However, Wang Hu knew that these two were good things, and if he turned around and left, he would not be able to do such a righteous thing at all.

"Since ancient times, those who starve to death have to starve to death and those who are brave to death have to endure the courage. If I could study these two things clearly and know how to use them, let alone the Xiang family, even if the ten major families in Kyoto join forces, I will not be afraid. If you kill as many as you come, you will eat them all. This is not a human weapon, and it is unpredictable to ghosts and gods!" Suddenly, Wang Hu thought of the scene of a blood-colored small sword fighting among millions of troops on the mural of the tomb passage, using the sword to eliminate demons and flying in the Qingming.

The Bagua Bag had just been burned and burned. Wang Hu didn't have any of these two things to do. He slowly approached, squatted down, and stared at the blood-colored small sword on the ground of the tomb chamber. Its body was pressed with a jade seal of mutton fat. At this moment, the situation was like a man and a woman. Wang Hu didn't understand why he became evil all of a sudden. He stretched out his nervous hand and carefully picked up the jade seal of mutton fat. He knew that this thing restrained the small sword. If he took it away, he would cover it with a mark if the small sword had any reaction.

However, what made Wang Hu both happy and disappointed was that when he had already held the jade seal of mutton fat in his hand, the small sword was still looking gray, lying there without moving.

Seeing this, Wang Hu breathed a sigh of relief and held the small sword in his hand with some disappointment. After buying it, the heavy weight made Wang Hu realize that although this thing is only three inches in size, it is made of two or three pounds. God knows how it flew up just now with such a heavy weight.

Apart from the different materials of the small sword, its overall difference is not from some modern swords. Wang Hu focused his internal strength on his eyes. In such a dark tomb chamber, his eyes were staring at the sword body of the small sword. It was in the center of the sword body. There was a blood-red font just now when the mutton fat jade seal was pressed.

‘Jok!’ Wang Hu recognized that this was an ancient traditional character, derived from the font engraved on the mutton fat jade seal. The red tadpole texts in the mutton fat jade have dropped to the bottom of the jade seal at some point, as if they were turned into a refill, and connected with the 'Jok' character carved on the surface.

For a while, he couldn't understand how these two things could be controlled by them. Wang Hu carefully placed them in his pocket and collected them closely.

It was really strange. Since the blood from the blood pool was sprayed on the small sword, the entire evil aura underground seemed to have disappeared. Wang Hu left the underground tomb. Everything here, except for the stone door of the main tomb inside, was destroyed by him, and he still closed the outer door intact by him, just as if he had never discovered this place.

"Ah, ghost~" When Wang Hu appeared at Guo Shilong's home, Yu's mother and another aunt-level nanny were holding dishes in their hands. When they saw someone walking in at the door, they looked up and saw that their whole body was covered in blood. The whole face was extremely pale, and there was some blood. They couldn't help but shout out. The plate in their hand couldn't help but throw it to the ground and smashed it!

"Ha!" An obese man still had a hairpin in his hair. A terrified and calm expression appeared on his fat face, and shouted: "He evil spirit, retreat quickly, otherwise my uncle will come back soon and take you away!"
Chapter completed!