In the clubhouse, in a luxurious box.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the wide leather sofa with his sword, Huo Jiaming ordered his subordinates, and soon two bodyguards walked in carrying a glass box.

In the square glass box was a very strange brown wooden box, boxy, about the size of an adult's palm.

"Open the box. Huo Jiaming commanded.

Two bodyguards unlocked the combination lock on the glass box, and immediately opened the glass box.

"Be careful. ”

Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted. At this time, two black mist flew out of the box, burrowing into the nostrils of the two bodyguards, and the two bodyguards suddenly showed extremely strange expressions on their faces, and a strange black gas lingered under the skin of their cheeks

The oddity of the bit, the pupils constricted, as if seeing an extremely frightened picture.

"Evil. ”

Zhuo Bufan pinched a trick and hit the two bodyguards in the air, and then the black qi on the faces of the two suddenly retreated back into the wooden box, but the two bodyguards also fainted suddenly.

"Mr. Zhuo, what is this?" Huo Jiaming said with wide eyes.

"Those two people are fine, they just have absorbed some essence. Zhuo Bufan said lightly, "But this box is very strange. ”

After that, Zhuo Bufan closed his five fingers in the air, grabbed and sucked, and the wooden box in the glass box slowly flew into his hand.

A blue thunderbolt suddenly flashed in Zhuo Bufan's hand, making a sizzling sound, enveloping the wooden box in it, and the black mist floating on the surface of the wooden box also began to squirm violently, as if he was struggling, trying to break free from the shackles of thunder and lightning in Zhuo Bufan's hand.

"Look for death. ”

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and the thunder and lightning in his hand became more and more ferocious, and under the shock of the thunder and lightning, the black gas on the wooden box gradually withered, calmed down, and was no longer troublesome.

"Mr. Zhuo, what the hell is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with some fear.

After all, when this magic box was abroad, a few people died in the company, and just now two bodyguards were almost killed.

"Resentment, there is a grudge in this magic box, it should be a big murderer. ”

Zhuo Bufan said, wait until I study it again.

After that, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, concentrated his divine sense, and slowly probed into the magic box, and suddenly the picture changed.

A vast and boundless world appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan, but at this time, Zhuo Bufan was like a god's perspective, and saw a bloody and cruel picture, hundreds of thousands of ancient cavalry and warriors were fighting, and the roar almost changed the color of heaven and earth.

Blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the murderous aura almost made the air freeze.

It's like an ancient battlefield in the West, with waves of men and horses fighting.

The stumps and broken bones covered the earth, the blood stained the rivers red, and human lives fell one after another as if they were like mustard.

Even though Zhuo Bufan had seen many cruel fairy wars, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw this scene at this time.

And these people's eyes have a strange red, as if they are crazy, constantly slashing and killing their enemies, in their eyes it seems that there is only fighting and killing, as if they have been evil. At this time, Zhuo Bufan suddenly sensed something, turned his head, and looked towards a mountain peak in the distance, only to see an old man like dead wood standing on the peak, his whole body shrouded in black robes, and in his hand was a cane holding a skull, and his eyes flashed with green light

Awn.

Just when Zhuo Bufan saw the other party, the other party suddenly raised his head to look at him, but the corners of the other party's mouth suddenly outlined an extremely weird smile.

"It's such a powerful body, just right for me to be reborn. The old man muttered to himself.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly stretched out his palm, and a blood-red dagger slowly rose from his palm, stabbing towards the old man.

The old man also suddenly turned into a black arrow and stabbed towards Zhuo Bufan.

Just the moment the red demon knife and the black arrow came into contact, the demon knife cut the arrow in two.

"This, how is this possible, how can anyone have such a powerful divine thought. The old man muttered to himself, and his face, which was as dry as tree bark, showed an incredible expression.

However, with the old man's words, his body was like a piece of paper, slowly dissipating between heaven and earth, and the originally tragic battlefield also regained calm in an instant.

War horses, warriors, blood, and dry bones all disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan, who was sitting in the box, also opened his eyes.

It's just that in the box, except for the sword, Huo Jiaming didn't know where he went.

"Childe, you've finally woken up. When the sword saw Zhuo Bufan wake up, his little face immediately showed a look of surprise.

"I slept for a long time?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned and asked.

"It's been a whole day. The sword nodded, "I'm still a little worried about Childe." ”

Zhuo Bufan's face showed a slight look of surprise, he only felt that it had passed for a while in the illusion, and he didn't expect that a day had passed in the real world, if it was a person with weak mental power, he would probably fall into the illusion forever, and there was no way to come out.

"Old man Huo has other things to deal with, just said that if Gongzi wakes up, let me inform him. Squire said.

"Well, you find someone to tell him and let him come to me. Zhuo Bufan said softly.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the wooden box in his hand, the wooden box still became ordinary, and the black resentment that originally lingered on the wooden box had all disappeared.

The old man in the illusion he saw just now should be the owner of this wooden box, and the old man was just a divine thought, and he himself had been dead for hundreds of years.

Zhuo Bufan reasoned for a while, and thought that the old man should be a Western cultivator, or he had another name that belonged to the West-sacrifice.

The other party used his powerful spiritual power to launch a war, and it seemed that he wanted to practice the secret art in his eyes, or achieve a certain goal, but he didn't expect to fail in the end, so after he died, he left a deep grudge in the wooden box.

However, when Zhuo Bufan entered the transformation realm just now, he had already cut the last wisp of resentment of the other party, so the resentment on the wooden box was also lost.

"It seems that there have also been some heyday of cultivation in the West, and perhaps in Western countries there may be resources for cultivation. Zhuo Bufan said secretly in his heart.

However, this wooden box also has an effect on him, the old man in the illusion mainly cultivates spiritual power, otherwise, it is impossible to derive such a huge battle scene just now, if he can absorb the spiritual power in it, it will undoubtedly be a great supplement for Zhuo Bufan's divine thoughts.

The demon knife used by Zhuo Bufan just now was the result of the condensation of divine thoughts, but in terms of his current divine thoughts, it takes a long time to recover when used once, and if the spiritual power in the wooden box can be absorbed for his own use, then the demon knife can also be used one more time. This wooden box is equivalent to a surprise for Zhuo Bufan, after all, whether it is aura or elixir, it cannot quickly improve his spiritual power in a short period of time.