Doomsday Rise

"This is a magic weapon? Before our son—" Yan'er suddenly realized something and stopped talking.

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" The little crow was deeply shocked, a pair of mung bean-sized white eyes sometimes lost and sometimes angry, sometimes disappointed, repeating the word ‘impossible’ in his mouth. Did not notice Yana's abnormality.

After searching for things for thousands of years, he finally found that he was under his feet and saw what he saw every day, but he didn't know that it was what he was searching for. This feeling made him sad and want to cry.

He couldn't accept it.

Liu Wei'an's fingers volleyed and painted, the ancient runes flashed, disillusioned, flashed, disillusioned... Mysterious and powerful power was overflowing, although it was only a little, it was scary. Liu Wei'an was completely immersed in the wit of runes, and had no idea about external affairs.

The complete symbol means'illness'.'Illness' means'quick'. With previous experience, he has mastered this symbol in almost a dozen breaths, practicing and evolving in his mind, and finally becoming himself s things.

After mastering'Illness', he wanted to study the two remnant symbols, but found that it was not connected to the remnant mace he obtained before, and could not form a complete symbol, so he had to give up.

The weight of the remnant mace is about the same as the one I got before. After eating the meat Ganoderma lucidum, my strength has unknowingly increased a lot, and holding the remnant mace is no longer difficult, but it is somewhat inconvenient. He fell on it with a ‘light’ character, and immediately became light and fluttering. Looking at the little crow: "Is there anything else here?"

"No, you got the best things, what else do you think?" The little crow was out of anger, now Liu Weian is very unpleasant.

"Does Senior Canghaiguo know?" Liu Weian asked suddenly.

"Of course you know, one of the top ten magical medicines. You still think about Canghaiguo, but it is a pity that Canghaiguo disappeared in the long river of history, and the king hasn't obtained it for a lifetime. You, die this heart." The little crow attacked.

"No, we saw them when we came in. Three of them are golden, like gold." Yan'er said.

"Nonsense." The little crow's expression changed.

"Really, a lot of people saw it at the time." Yan'er said.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The King of Humans did not get the Canghai Fruit at all. There is no such thing in his tomb. How can you see it? Could it be—" The little crow suddenly remembered a rumor, and his face suddenly became difficult to look. .

"Go out first." Liu Weian said. He couldn't get out before because the formation of this space was too obscure, and he couldn't recognize it. But mastering the character of'Illness' is like opening a door, and the formation here is no secret to him.

"Follow my footsteps, you can't make mistakes." Liu Wei

Allan held Yan'er's hand, and the little crow simply landed on Liu Wei'an's shoulder. He was very anxious about going out before, but now he looked dazed and hesitant.

Liu Wei'an's steps are strange, fast and slow, and sometimes back. There was obviously no way ahead, but as soon as he stepped down, a broad road appeared. The little crow stared at his small white eyes, and his attention gradually shifted from Canghaiguo to his eyes. When a different breath came, he knew that he had come out. After looking back, the space that had trapped him for thousands of years was gone.

"You guy still has some skills." He said in a complicated tone.

"The son is very powerful." Yaner worshipped.

"I want to know about Canghaiguo." The little crow said.

"Leave here to talk about it!" Liu Wei'an had an ugly expression. This place was a tomb, dark, with soldiers guarding the tomb on both sides. The key was that the soldier seemed to be able to move.

The dirt that condensed on the surface shattered, the rustle fell, and the horrible breath overflowed. Every strand was extremely heavy. Yan'er was weak in physique, and immediately felt that she was not breathing well, as if she was being pressed by a mountain.

"What are you afraid of, hacked to death with a stab." The little crow disdain.

"I don't have a knife." Liu Weian said.

"Slap to death." Little Crow said.

"I've lost all my skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot, or seniors come?" Liu Wei'an looked at him.

"..." The little crow glared at him, "Your big bad guy, you lied to my old man. If my old man's body is there, how dare these scums offend me? Quickly let the blood—"

"Bloodletting?" Liu Wei'an looked at him suspiciously.

"These are the clay figurines that guard the tomb. The lowest-level tomb-keeper warriors will open the net for the descendants of the human race. After all, this is the tomb of the king." The little crow quickly explained.

"Bloodletting is enough?" Liu Weian asked.

"Get it in their mouths." The little crow said.

"How much?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"I don't know." Little Crow said.

"..." Liu Weian said.

A clay figurine opened his eyes, green light shot out, and the whole passage was shining green, and the iron and blood aura surged over, like a world-destroying tsunami.

"Wow--"

Liu Wei'an and Yaner vomit blood at the same time.

"Quick—" The little crow looked in horror.

"disease!"

Liu Wei'an bit his finger, and a drop of blood shot into the mud figurine's mouth. A magical thing happened. The blood penetrated in, and then the mud figurine remained quiet, and the weather disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared before.

"disease!"

"disease!"

"disease!"

There were a total of four clay figurines in the passage. Liu Wei'an fed a drop of blood to each of them. After the clay figurines ate the blood, they turned into clay sculptures again. It should not be embarrassing for them.

"Thank you King!" Yan'er put her hands together, very grateful.

"Thank you, if his blood wasn't useful, we would have died." The little crow was angrily.

"Are these really just the most ordinary fighters?" Liu Wei'an looked at the little crow suspiciously.

"For the King of Humans, it is the most ordinary warrior." Little Crow's answer was specious.

"Senior, you must speak clearly, otherwise you will easily be killed." Liu Weian said. It's normal to compare with the King of Humans, why not compare with the King of Humans? What kind of person is the king of people, the king of people, there may not necessarily be one person among hundreds of millions of people. Compared with such people, no matter how ordinary fighters are, they are the best among people.

The little crow is too unreliable.

"Your kid is concealing information, who knows you are such a dish?" The little crow was arrogant.

"Our son doesn't eat food, he's just injured." Yan'er couldn't see that the little crow looked down on the son.

"This kid is introverted and radiant. Does he seem to be injured?" Little Crow didn't believe him. He was not in his body and his eyes were still on. How do you look at Liu Wei'an and look like his hands.

"Has the predecessor heard the Curse of Weeping Blood?" Liu Wei'an suddenly felt his heart. The little crow looked very old, and there might be a way to crack it.

"Three curses of the blood race!" The little crow was startled, his eyes fixed on Liu Wei'an's eyebrows, and then his wings were pressed against his eyebrows. For a while, his expression became serious: "It's really the Curse of Weeping Blood, strange. , Why are you not dead?"

"What is blood?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"You don't even know the blood clan, why is the Curse of Weeping Blood?" the little crow asked back.

"It's an elder of the Blood-clothed Cult, who cursed me at the cost of his life." Liu Weian said.

"What kind of blood-clothed religion, messy, I haven't heard of it. The Curse of Weeping Blood is one of the three curses of the blood race. The foundation of inheritance, except for the blood race, the Curse of Weeping Blood will inevitably suffer from pain and death. You actually live It's good and weird." The little crow stared at Liu Wei'an with interest.

"Can Seniors solve the Curse of Weeping Blood?" Yan'er looked at the little crow expectantly.

"Do you think I look like a blood clan?" The little crow rolled his eyes.

"No, you are a bird race!" Yan'er was disappointed.

Suddenly there was a wave of volatility from the depths of the purpose. Someone was working, and he was an extremely powerful person. The little crow's expression changed: "Hurry up, someone has entered, don't let the king's inheritance be taken away."

The wings fluttered like lightning, Liu Weian and Yan'er hurriedly followed behind.