Although Li Yuan's tone was as calm as possible, Wen Ranran still felt a trace of pressure and fear from his words.
The former lord of a realm, the majestic Demon King, actually had a little fear because of the Vampire King... And what a strange and powerful existence this legendary Vampire King is?!
Thinking of this, Wen Ranran suddenly remembered something.
If... the Vampire King is a monster that sucks human blood, then... after the war ten thousand years ago, in fact, no matter which realm among the four realms, there is still a residual bloodline.
So... was the force behind the Vampire King really wiped out?
"Okay, here we are!"
While talking, the two of them had already reached the end of the tomb. At the end of the tomb, there was just an extremely simple secret room. There were no legendary gold jewels or rare and exotic herbs. The entire tomb was extremely simple, even some of the royal rooms in the room had no traces of it.
The specifications of my dear ones are not even comparable.
Wen Ranran twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced suspiciously.
"This is just the smallest sub-tomb among the tombs. If this so-called underground palace is a royal palace, then now... we may just enter the door and enter an insignificant small room... But in this small room,
There should be what you need."
Wen Ranran was stunned for a moment, looked at the ordinary black coffin in front of her, and tentatively walked over.
"When you entered the door just now, you only lit up the totem of the underworld, so... it will only take you to find things in the underworld, and those from other realms cannot be touched! This can be regarded as the Four Realms building this great formation that reaches the sky at that time.
There should be some privacy considerations!" Li Yuan added, "If nothing unexpected happens, there should be something you want in here!"
Wen Ranran was slightly stunned. She stood in front of the coffin and pushed it tentatively. However, there was no reaction from the coffin.
"The coffin of the gloomy wood... in the four realms, everything has a price but no market!" Wen Ranran looked at the coffin carefully. Finally, she lifted it hard, and after a burst of golden light, the coffin with a sliding lid responded.
And rise.
Wen Ranran looked over and could only see an iron-black sickle lying quietly in the coffin.
The shape of the entire scythe is too plain, without any decorative features, and it is completely non-reflective even in the dark... without any metallic color.
Just...its shape...
Wen Ranran's eyes instantly became hot.
The shape of this sickle looks very domineering, and it even has some dark iron chains on the long handle to make it easier to carry on the back.
Wen Ranran's eyes lit up, her gaze was firm, and she tentatively reached in.
The Pluto's Scythe seemed to be spiritual, flashing a faint silver light for an instant.
Wen Ranran's palm exerted a slight force, and the entire sickle was pulled out directly.
The Silver Lin Sword at his waist made a slight buzzing sound, and was untied from Wen Ranran's waist. The scabbard was instantly fixed on the end of the sickle handle.
Instantly, a feeling of comfort spread throughout the whole body, and Wen Ranran subconsciously felt that there seemed to be something in her mind.
It's the book "The Art of Dark Blood Sword"!
The moment she held the Pluto Scythe, Wen Ranran's whole body suddenly shone brightly. The hair that was originally firmly fixed on the back of her head had now completely spread out, and her black hair was flying, finally falling firmly on her shoulders.
Li Yuan watched silently from the side, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
At this moment, what he saw was not Wen Ranran who was reincarnated by Pluto, but the real Pluto who had come to this world.
The elegant woman in black clothes and picturesque eyebrows ten thousand years ago seemed to have completed some kind of transformation at this moment.