Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 187: Destiny

? The headquarters of the Blood Scimitar.

The wine and meat fragrant in a stone castle, and the core high-level people of the blood machete gathered together to celebrate the harvest of the old Daofeng and others in the ruins.

I don’t know what Osiris did. The ruins are nowhere to be seen. The old Daofeng, the six masters of the life pool, Doria and others, they have a vague memory of what happened after entering the ruins.

They can't tell what they have encountered inside, but everyone has gained a lot.

Wu Tie has the least harvest.

He even calmly asked Lao Daofeng and others to check his wristband. There were only some gold ingots, jewels, and primordial grass in his wristband, that is, these things, but nothing else. .

So what he showed outside was a set of black armor and a pair of black boots.

This kind of harvest was shabby, and immediately made Lao Daofeng and the others lose their interest in investigating.

And the old Daofeng them...

Everyone is a gemstone, and at least he has a complete set of armor, as well as matching swords and other ancient treasures.

The old sword wind that has gained the most, he has obtained a total of 36 sets of armor, weapons, several powerful treasures, and even a mausoleum guard who summons the barracks.

That is what Wu Tie and the others have encountered, the kind of jackal-headed warrior who can't kill and beat.

Old Daofeng got a palm-sized black pyramid. As long as he kept filling it with various rare materials and various crystals with huge energies, he would be able to continuously summon the jackal-headed warrior.

Just returned to the blood machete station, the old knife wind stuffed almost all the rare materials and the crystals in the blood machete's treasure house, and immediately summoned three thousand heads three meters tall and dark all over. Jackal head warrior.

These jackal-head warriors are sturdy and powerful. As long as this little pyramid is not destroyed, they will hardly be destroyed.

Although their combat power is only at the level of the first and second layers of the Chonglou Realm, their indestructible characteristics have made them extremely difficult to deal with.

What's even more frightening is that they can also form a battle formation, summoning black wind sand to entangle the enemy, causing the enemy to move slowly, and even gradually drained of mana and blood, and finally turned into a shriveled mummy.

Three thousand jackal-head warriors formed a battle formation, and it was difficult for even the first-time masters to resist, let alone the ordinary monks of the High-Building Realm and the Sense of Profound Realm.

Lao Daofeng and the others raised their wine glasses, talking loudly and laughing one by one, slurping the wine, and their faces flushed.

Wu Tie knew in his heart that Osiris had told him that it was nothing more than the extravagant things that Old Daofeng had obtained, and Osiris even gave them some inherited seeds in the form of rewards for the dead.

The so-called seed of inheritance is the cultivation technique and the secret technique of supernatural power.

The inheritance given by Osiris is not much better than the old Daofeng and their practice now.

But look at Old Daofeng, look at the six heavy-building cultivators around him, and the little white face of Doria. They all just boasted that they were on the way of the dead. Of all the treasures, no one mentioned the inheritance that he got.

This is, man!

Especially, look at the performance of the old Daofeng and the six life pool masters who praised their brothers and brothers, one by one, they showed the passionate affection that can pierce each other's ribs... Wu Tie sat on the side and laughed loudly, mouthing loudly. Filled with wine.

The quality of the wine is not very good. It was brewed by slaves raised by blood machetes.

Blood Scimitar is good at home and robbery. They have no talent for organizing production or anything.

So the wine can barely get into the throat, the wine is bitter and sour, and the taste is very bad, but the alcohol content is quite high, which is very suitable for these crude goods to be greedy.

Suddenly, the harvest tree that had merged with Wu Tie moved.

Wu Tiexin's head flashed, he put a finger into the wine jar he was holding, his fingertips flashed with a faint green light, and the tree of harvest was made of emeralds. The fruit lit up.

A strange energy flowed into the wine jar along Wu Tie's fingers.

A faint fragrance floated from the wine jar, and Wu Tie hurriedly confined the air around his body to prevent the fragrance from drifting away.

He raised the wine jar and took a sip of wine, only to feel the mellow and smoothness. The inferior wine in the wine jar turned into a top aged wine... This harvest tree actually took only a few seconds of effort. , So that such a bad inferior wine has become the best quality comparable to a century of aging!

The harvest tree!

Wu Tie nodded, seemingly enlightened, he grabbed the wine jar and drank the wine inside, then smashed the empty jar with a faint fragrance to the ground.

He grabbed another jar of bad wine.

This time, he did not use the power of the harvest tree to turn the bad wine into fine wine, but laughed and poured the bad wine in the jar all over him, sprinkling the bad wine that exuded a pungent alcoholic smell. On the ground, the fragrance on the fragments of the empty wine jar was completely covered.

Laughing and pouring a jar of wine on his body, he smashed the jar to the ground. Wu Tie stood up and shouted: "Big chief, we have got so many babies this time, and those who The immortal and invincible kobolds helped in the fight... We might as well, directly destroy the golden undead!"

The high-level blood scimitars who were making noise and drinking and making fun suddenly quieted down.

Old Daofeng has distributed the armor and ancient soldiers he had obtained from the ruins. Dozens of high-level blood cutlas wear golden and jeweled armor, and a strangely shaped weapon of God is hung on the waist. All the spirits and spirits are the same as smashing chicken blood.

In their hearts, there are also thoughts like Wutie.

Wu Tie simply understood what they were thinking, and for a while, many people stood up one after another, staring straight at Old Daofeng.

Old Daofeng wiped a thin cheek, and said solemnly: "That's a mausoleum guard, a jackal warrior, a jackal, not a kobold...well, although they look the same."

The little black pyramid was just floating beside Lao Daofeng. Lao Daofeng turned around with a smile and looked at Doria who was sitting next to him.

"Doria... Do you still need to join forces with the three ghosts of gold, silver and bronze?" Old Daofeng flicked his fingers, and dozens of black qi spurted out of the small pyramid and rolled on the ground. Become a dozen Jackal Warriors.

The eyes of these Jackal warriors were shining with dark green light, and they were holding strange-shaped spears and staring at Doria sharply.

Doria's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth, and his heart was in a mess.

To be honest, he spent a great price, only then made a prediction about the blood scimitar, and then he rushed to convince the old knife style with confidence.

But he never dreamed that the archaic ruins under the Blood Scimitar Station were so... miraculous.

He can't remember exactly what happened in that ruin.

But the armor on him, as well as the ancient treasure soldiers he got, are real.

Especially, in his mind, there is also a practice method called the Dark Scriptures.

This dark truth is treacherous and evil, and the darkness is at its extreme. After a little practice in the ruins, he knows that this is a powerful and terrifying practice method, which is more powerful than his current practice. Know how much.

He has such a good fortune, so the harvest of the old sword style is more than him.

Just use the simplest idea to calculate.

He only got three sets of armor, while Lao Daofeng brought thirty-six armor sets, a large number of magic weapons, and even a barracks that summoned the guards of the tomb... Then, Lao Daofeng must have gotten similar. The cultivation technique is only stronger than the Dark Scriptures, not weaker.

Wu Tie stood aside and laughed: "Hahaha, this little white face, he probably has no budget. We can get such a big benefit from the ruins, right?"

After a loud laugh, Wu Tie stomped his foot abruptly.

A low roar came from behind him, and a huge bull's head appeared quietly in the black air, and the bull's head's huge eyes flashed with blood, staring like a living creature. Doria.

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "In that ruin, Lord Gunner, besides a pair of armor and boots, Lord Gunner I also got one..."

Old Daofeng coughed heavily, raised his eyelids, and gave Wu Tie a sideways look.

Wu Tie closed his mouth very cooperatively, and the bull head with a diameter of several meters behind him stared at Doria, the blood from two huge eyeballs made the air around Doria solidify. , Become as hard as steel.

Enter the ruins together, and the six life pool masters who came out with the treasures quickly glanced at each other.

They didn’t move their skin on their faces, but their eyes flickered. As old folks who have been with them for many years, they suddenly knew that, except for the armor, everyone got good things in it...

Everyone also made up their minds, the exercises obtained from the ruins must be their own unique skills at the bottom of the box.

No one wants to find out any news from yourself, and no one wants to get the slightest benefit from your own hands.

Tsk...this silly dragon man, why did he tell this thing?

The six people exchanged their eyes quickly.

When they looked at the other high-level **** scimitars in the hall, there was a bit of contempt and disdain in their eyes.

It is destined that after they have the inheritance in the ruins, their strength will advance by leaps and bounds. These old brothers who have not entered the ruins...such as Niuman, such as Tang Qi, are no longer qualified to be equal to themselves. NS.

From now on, the real core high-level people of Blood Scimitar will be only a few of them, right?

Of course, I don't need to clarify this matter in a hurry for the time being. When everyone's strength becomes stronger, when the blood machete dominates the Black Snake Region, let's come up and make it clear.

The accomplishment of unifying the Black Snake Territory...

Tang Qi, Niu Man, these guys, let's be thugs in the charge trap, the ultimate victory has nothing to do with them.

Old Daofeng's eyes flickered, and he saw everything in his eyes.

He even keenly noticed that the six old brothers who had entered the ruins and the old guys who remained outside seemed to have been clearly divided into two camps.

He suddenly felt relieved...

That’s good...

Wu Tie was exposed. He obtained a powerful secret technique from the ruins. The bull's head was full of fright, and it could also confine the air around people and turn the void into a shackle. This supernatural power is very powerful, but also But so.

The other six people... God knows what they got?

If the inheritance they get is stronger than the old Daofeng... Then the old Daofeng wants to sit firmly on the throne of the blood machete, and he can't rely on these old brothers who have not entered the ruins.

Old Daofeng sighed in his heart.

He looked at Wu Tie, and the corner of his eyes swept over the six old brothers, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart...If all these people died in the ruins, and only he came out alive, what a wonderful thing?

Of course, don't worry about it now.

Old Daofeng smiled and looked at Doria, who was stiff and unable to move. He stood up, walked slowly to Doria, lowered his head and smiled at Doria sitting in the chair: "Doria, do you think , Do we still need to join forces with the Golden Undead?"

Wu Tie chuckled, and the phantom of the bull head behind him gradually disappeared.

This bull's head phantom is not the inheritance of Osiris to him, but the gaze of the supernatural power he realized when he merged with the tree of harvest. The appearance of this technique is similar to that of Osiris' lineage, so he used it deliberately.

The white light in Doria's eyes flickered, and he thought of a lot in an instant.

He sighed softly, shook his head and sighed: "In order to win the trust of the three leaders of the Golden Undead, I also spent a lot of energy and pointed them into an ancient ruin. They are inside, and there are many Harvest."

With a wry smile, Doria whispered softly: "But I really didn't expect...In my prophecy, this ruin where the blood machete is stationed in the ground will bring you the same benefits as the golden undead..."

"Where did the problem go...make my prediction..." Doria sighed: "Fate, as expected, is not something we can easily touch with these tiny beings..."

Wu Tie touched the spider-shaped pendant hanging on his chest.

The old iron crystal brain lay quietly inside.

He looked at the white tiger cracking sticking to his seat again.

If there are variables, if fate really exists, then the ruins of the blood scimitar stationed underground have been changed by the influence of Wutie?

Osiris told Wu Tie that his sleeping tomb is a randomly drifting living creature.

It is very likely that at the time of Doria's prediction, the ancient ruins under the blood scimitar was just an ordinary ancient ruins.

But Wutie is here~IndoMTL.com~ The moment Doria entered the Blood Scimitar Station, Osiris's sleeping tomb drifted here, replacing, or devouring the original ruins?

Who knows?

This is fate! The unpredictable fate, the fate that made Doria a headache.

Doria took a deep breath, then he stood up and looked at Old Daofeng seriously: "I think you are the lucky one who is really favored by fate. Why am I doomed to fall? Is it a waste of energy on the losers?"

Doria bowed deeply to Old Daofeng: "I am willing to use all my energy to help you become the supreme master of the Black Snake Region."

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Assholes who killed the golden undead!"

Many high-level blood cutlas laughed at the same time. They raised their wine glasses and smiled brilliantly.

It's just that their eyes flicker, and no one knows what they are thinking.