royal robes

Chapter 155 The Divine Sword Yi Han
Zong Xin suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. The inside of the coffin was not a pair of white bones, but a person inside, a complete person, the skin and hair on his face... It was completely like a living person, although this person was no longer breathing, But it looks like he just died not long ago.

"How is it possible? The Eight Dragons Tomb has been around for 800 years, why is this person still alive?" Zong Xin immediately stepped back and stopped at the door of the tomb, his face pale with fright.

what happened?How can a person who has been dead for 800 years not rot?The body was covered with a layer of icicles, and the whole person's state was as if he had just died a day or two.

Zong Xin pulled out his protective sword, then slowly inserted the sword into the coffin, and pressed the dead man's neck with the blade.There was no pulse from the blade, the man was indeed dead.Zong Xin knew that it was useless to do so. How could this person be alive after lying in the tomb for 800 years?It must be a corpse, but I just don't understand how the 800-year-old corpse has not rotted.

Zong Xin took a closer look at the corpse. Lying inside was an old man who was less than 50 years old, with a white face and beardless, wearing court clothes, he should be an official.Lying in the coffin, he held a long sky-blue knife with both hands.

The knife glowed faintly with a blue light. The blade was very thin, but the blade still looked sharp, like a blue ice cube.Zong Xin took a look at the knife in his hand, and then looked back at the knife held by the corpse...

"What kind of bastard am I?" Zong Xin was very dissatisfied, with one hand on the handle of the knife and the other hand on the blade, he lightly slammed the knife with his internal force, and the knife was easily bent.

Then he reached directly into the coffin and snatched the knife from the corpse's hand.In terms of courage, Zong Xin ranked second, and no one dared to claim the first place.Facing a corpse that had not rotted for 800 years, Zong Xin dared to reach out and grab the knife.

Zong Xin likes to use knives. When he sees a good knife, he wants it.Anyway, that's the situation, even if the dead body in the coffin wants to sit up, it is difficult.

After holding this precious saber, Zong Xin felt his whole body was icy cold. The saber blew from the cold, and his right hand was numb from the cold, as if he was holding an ice cube.

"It's a cold knife~" Zong Xin felt uncomfortable holding it, but he didn't want to let go.He knew that this knife was a good thing, and that the knife that was blowing out of the cold must be a treasure.

"Dao, I broke the formation of the Eight Dragons and let you out. In my hands, you are a weapon of magic, but here you are just a funeral object. Do you want to kill people and drink blood with me, and become famous all over the world?"

The blade trembled slightly, making some 'buzzing' sounds.It seemed that he understood Zong Xin's words, but he still refused to obey the discipline, and the chill became more and more intense.

At this time, Zong Xin finally knew why the temperature near the Eight Dragon Tomb was cooler than other places, perhaps not because of the corpse in the coffin, but because of this precious sword.This formation may protect this corpse, and this knife was also buried for this purpose.

The cold air from the blade can freeze the corpse, and the corpse will not change after entering the frozen state, so there is this dead corpse that has not rotted for 800 years.This knife is a treasure, and he must be tamed.

Zong Xin gritted his teeth and said, "The treasured sword recognizes its owner, feed the sword with blood, let you taste the taste of the poor monk's blood."

Zong Xin directly stretched out his index finger to feed the knife, the blade cut through the index finger, and a drop of blood flowed out, and the blood flowed down the blade, every inch, the blade remained solid, and finally stopped at the edge of the blade.

Zong Xin smiled and said: "The poor monk's name is Zong Xin, and I will be your master from now on. You have to recognize me as the master, drink this drop of blood, and the poor monk will give you a name, and you will be the No. 1 knife in the world." .”

'Suck'

The blood on the blade was suddenly sucked in, but did not fall.The blood-sucking Zongxin's knife blade gradually became not cold, but a warm current flowed in, and the index finger that was originally frozen was unsealed, and blood fell.

Zong Xin flicked it casually, and then put his index finger into his mouth to suck. This method was the most effective to stop the bleeding.A drop of blood fell on the mouth of the corpse in the coffin, and this drop of blood immediately entered the mouth, but Zong Xin didn't notice it.

Zong Xin just got the treasured sword, he was very happy.Raising the treasured sword above his head, the blue light excitedly illuminated the entire tomb.

"Okay, since you can suck blood and feel cold, how about your name be 'Tu Long Bao Dao' from now on? I use the Dragon Slaying Saber method." Zong Xin doesn't know how to choose a name, just look at Tian Ya's name It’s hard to come up with a poem, let Guo Xin choose the name in this poem, and finally choose Tianya.Zong Xin originally wanted to call him 'Ritian'.

The blade made a 'buzzing' sound again, extremely dissatisfied with the name.

"The light of the sword has been hidden for 800 years, and it has not yet been born to cover the sky. The blue sword is as beautiful as Yi Ren's face, but it is cold in the world. How about your name being Yi Han from today on?"

The blade is very calm, as if satisfied with the name.Zong Xin was also very satisfied. Since then, Yi Han has been his own weapon. Unexpectedly, there is a magic weapon under the ancient tomb. I believe there is no better knife than it in the world.

Zong Xin was also thinking, maybe the knife was just because of the cold, and the owner of the tomb let the knife be buried with him in order to preserve the body.A formation was also set up in front of the tomb to prevent tomb robbers.This formation can condense Yin Qi, which echoes the cold air of the blade. The blade becomes spiritual due to the influence of Yin Qi, and becomes a treasured sword after 800 years.

The treasured sword has a spirit, and I will take it to travel the world in the future.

"Okay, good knife. The poor monk came here and waved the knife to see how sharp you are." Zong Xin didn't care about the dead body in the coffin, and immediately rushed out of the tomb, and swung the Dragon Slaying Knife on top of the tomb Law.

Sure enough, it was a treasured sword, just holding it in my hand was as good as my own body, and the blade had a real energy, which felt infinitely powerful.With a single wave, the sharp saber energy can cut through stones several meters away, without even needing one's own true energy.

In the distance... Zhao Kuangyin has arrived, but he dare not appear.Zong Xin was slashing wildly with a knife on the high platform by himself. What was he fighting with?

Zhao Kuangyin was so frightened that his face turned pale. Sure enough, there were ghosts in the tomb. Ordinary people couldn't see ghosts, but Zong Xin was an eminent monk with magic powers, so he could see them.He was chopping ghosts with a knife, and it would be a disservice to go by himself.

"I can't tell. If a monster appears, maybe you can hit him with a stick, but what if a ghost comes out? I can't see it at all, and I haven't beaten a ghost before..."

Zhao Kuangyin was on the verge of crying, and finally mustered up the courage to rush over to help Zong Xin, but unexpectedly he provoked an invisible ghost.What to do about this?

No wonder, it is daytime and ghosts dare not go out, because ghosts are afraid of the sun, so they block the sunlight with dark clouds.If Zong Xin couldn't defeat the ghost who had cultivated in the tomb for 800 years, he would die himself if he stepped forward.

After dancing for a while, Zong Xin suddenly raised the knife above his head, feeling extremely happy.Originally, I didn't know why I came to the Eight Dragons Tomb, why I had to break this formation, and the process of breaking the formation was also very difficult.Now I finally know, because Yihan was waiting in the tomb, and it was because of Yihan's breath that he came to the Eight Dragons Tomb.

"Brother Zhao, show yourself now that you're here." Zong Xin was very familiar with the Nine Heavens True Qi in Zhao Kuangyin's body, and he could feel his presence from far away.I just don't understand why Zhao Kuangyin has been hiding in the dark and observing secretly.

In fact, Zong Xin was also a little bit disappointed, he didn't expect that so many people ran away, even his two wives ran away, and in the end there was only one Zhao Kuangyin who rushed back.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that they have been running back to the bamboo house to wait for news.Originally, Zhao Kuangyin didn't want to come either, but he was worried that he would die before helping him become emperor, so he ran back desperately.Just why did it stop halfway?

Zhao Kuangyin whispered: "Is it over? Has the ghost been hacked to death?"

"Nonsense, how can there be monsters and ghosts in the world? I have told you that you are overwhelmed. I just tried the newly acquired sword Yihan. What do you think of this sword?" Zong Xin spoke loudly, Zhao Kuangyin listened Be clear.

Zhao Kuangyin still didn't believe it, he must have been killing ghosts just now, Zong Xin was worried that he was afraid and just said it was a knife test.But the knife in Zong Xin's hand is really good. The blue blade glows faintly, and it reveals a strong cold air. Arguably the best knife I've ever seen.

Zhao Kuangyin immediately stepped forward and asked, "Where did this... knife come from? I have never seen such a good knife."

"Hmph~! It's hidden in the tomb, and none of you dare to come in, so this knife is mine. The name Yi Han was just picked up, and the knife is cold, drinking blood and psychic. The material is by no means ordinary refined iron I have never seen such a hard and cold thing. This crab-shaped tomb plus the yin and gossip can condense the yin. Yihan is born with cold, and with the 800-year yin entanglement, it has become a magic knife. Yihan Han also knows how to choose names by himself, just now I said a bad name and Yi Han was angry, can you imagine? A knife has a temper."

Zhao Kuangyin said: "Oh~ I really haven't seen it, I haven't even heard of it at all. Oh~ I thought it was someone's tomb, but it turned out that the Eight Dragons Tomb was used to hide this knife. If I knew this, I should have come first, and then You took advantage of it."

Zong Xin waved his hands and said: "Nonsense, how could you build a tomb just to hide a knife? And you use such a strong formation to guard the tomb. There is indeed a corpse inside, because this Yihan is in the cold, in order to prevent the corpse Rotten, so Yihan was put into the coffin together as a funeral object."

"Oh, so that's the case." Zhao Kuangyin nodded and said, "So your knife, Yihan, is just a funeral object? Are there other funeral objects in it? By the way, there is a pair of bones inside the coffin, right?"

"No..." Zong Xin immediately shook his head and said, "There is a corpse inside the coffin. Although it has been in the Eight Dragons Tomb for 800 years, this corpse is as if it just died yesterday, and it has not rotted at all. This should be It was Yi Han who, because of the strong cold, frozen the corpse so that it would not rot for 800 years."

Zhao Kuangyin covered his chest and said, "Zong Xin, you should have chopped up the corpse in the coffin with a knife first, right... Even if you didn't chop up, at least cut off the head first. Don't tell me you have nothing Do, just take out the knife. An 800-year-old corpse has not decayed at all, and you leave him alone, and remove the knife from the frozen corpse, and let the corpse be unsealed. You are so smart, you should not do such a thing Bar."

"Hey~~" Zong Xin said awkwardly: "This... that person is already dead, so why bother to chop him up again? There are no ghosts and ghosts in the world, how many times do I have to say it before you believe it? A corpse is a corpse, and it is impossible to get out of a coffin Climb out from inside, and emphasize again that there are no demons and ghosts in this world."

"The Red Emperor is a monster, and the White Emperor is also a monster. Now that the White Emperor is still in your body, don't tell me that there are no monsters and ghosts in the world. I don't believe it. I'd better take a look at the corpse first, and chop off his head as soon as possible, otherwise There will be endless troubles." Zhao Kuangyin walked into the tomb with a stick, although it was dark, there were two lamps in the tomb, so he could clearly see the things inside.

(End of this chapter)