Corpse fraud?

Hallucination?

Nie Qingwu's eyes widened like eggs, and he looked at the broken arm in disbelief.

Even if a large living person has been buried under the ice for countless years, she has long been frozen to death, not to mention that she still has a severed arm in front of her.

"Ye Feng ......"

In fright, she cautiously moved closer to Ye Feng, and then held her arm.

"With me, don't be afraid ......"

After Ye Feng comforted Nie Qingwu softly, he continued: "You step back, I chose this for the last item." ”

Hearing Ye Feng's voice, Nie Qingwu calmed down a little, and then took a few steps back as he said.

Seeing Nie Qingwu retreating, Ye Feng carefully took off the transparent glass cover.

As soon as the hood was opened, a strong chill hit my face. And with the chill, a breath of blood blending instantly passed from the broken arm to Ye Feng's heart, making him feel that this broken arm was extremely kind.

The primeval gods, this broken arm must be the remains of the primeval gods!

This kind of intimate feeling made Ye Feng more and more sure of the judgment in Fang Cai's heart.

And at this moment, the godhead on his chest suddenly began to bloom without warning, and the wisps of brilliance began to bloom, and it disappeared towards the severed arm.

In an instant, Ye Feng suddenly felt as if his consciousness had entered this broken arm.

The inside of the severed arm, like the one that looked shriveled from the ice, was silent and devoid of any vital functions.

But just for a moment, Ye Feng suddenly discovered that there was a drop of golden blood at the elbow joint of this broken arm.

Although the blood was almost dried up, and the brilliance was extremely dim, it exuded extremely pure life functions.

"This ...... This is the essence of the life of the primeval gods......"

Ye Feng was shocked in his heart and whispered in disbelief.

I don't know how many years the broken arm has been blocked under the ice, but who would have thought that in this broken arm, there is still a residual life essence.

But soon, he realized that this bit of life essence was probably due to the fact that the primeval gods knew that they were invincible when they were fighting against the enemy, so they blocked the remaining life essence at the elbow joint and left it for the later primeval gods to absorb.

What kind of race is this?

Every primeval god who is about to die will spare no effort to leave everything he has to the future clansmen!

This discovery made Ye Feng sigh and move. Whether it is Emperor Yi or the owner of the broken arm in front of them, they seem to regard the inheritance of the primeval god clan as more important than anything else, and they are sparing no effort to support future generations.

After a long time, Ye Feng slowly stretched out his hand and grasped it towards the hand of the broken arm.

As his arm approached, the broken arm suddenly began to tremble, and many cracks appeared along the surface of the broken arm, and finally, the almost dried up golden life essence slowly flew towards Ye Feng and submerged into his godhead.

This...... This......

Nie Qingwu was dumbfounded, looking at Ye Feng incredulously.

A severed arm that had been sealed under the ice for countless years shattered in Ye Feng's hand, and a ball of golden life essence flew out.

If she hadn't seen such a picture with her own eyes, she would hardly have been able to believe her eyes.

And as far as she knows, this severed arm has undergone countless studies since it was discovered and brought back to the secret vault, but unfortunately, except for the discovery that the DNA structure of this broken arm is extremely similar to the structure of the Chinese race, there is no other abnormality, otherwise, it would not have been put into the secret vault instead of further research.

But now, this broken arm was actually in Ye Feng's hands, and such an unbelievable situation broke out.

Rumble!

The life essence flew in, Ye Feng only felt his brain tremble violently, and then felt as if he had suddenly come to a strange world, standing with his head up, exuding endless power all over his body.

That feeling made him feel that his fighting spirit was rising, as if even if there was a huge mountain towering into the sky in front of him, as long as he was willing, he could lift the flying sword and slash it hard, and he could cut that giant mountain in half.

It's a secret art!

In the midst of lightning and fire, Ye Feng, who was immersed in the kind of sea of power, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt that the mana in his body was running according to some strange trajectory at the moment, and every time he ran, he had a feeling that the strength of his body was increasing in geometric multiples.

But soon, that feeling touched a diaphragm, and he couldn't continue to break through.

However, according to his feelings, as long as he broke through that barrier, he should be able to briefly rush into a range of increasing strength, and he could burst out with unprecedented power in a period of time.

"Descendants of the Protoss, inherit my inheritance, this technique has only one word, the name is War! After cultivation, you can enter the forbidden realm, and your strength will be doubled! Back, don't fall into the prestige of my primeval Protoss!"

And at this moment, a grand and serious voice suddenly sounded in Ye Feng's mind.

One word at a time, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, was deafening, making his heart tremble and tremble.

Forbidden Territory!

War!

What a domineering secret technique, such a domineering name!

Ye Feng gasped, he really didn't expect that in addition to the life essence in this broken arm, there was such an unfathomable secret technique hidden.

And what he can be sure of is that this kind of secret art alone should be worth all the treasures in the vault, or even much more.

This also made him extremely glad that he chose to hand over the engine to Nie Qingwu to bring to the military at that time, otherwise, how could he know that there was a broken arm of the Ancient God Clan in the military's secret vault.

But what made Ye Feng regret was that this primeval god clan only left the secret technique, but did not leave his own name, which made Ye Feng even if he was grateful, but he didn't know who to be grateful to.

However, with such a domineering secret technique, a cultivator will definitely not be nameless, and when he has the opportunity to return to Penglai Island and ask the underworld or black-haired monster, he should know his identity and origin.

"Ye Feng, what happened just now......

At the same time, after Nie Qingwu was sure that there was no more vision, he approached Ye Feng and asked nervously and curiously.

"There is a power stored in this severed arm, which I absorbed. After Ye Feng explained casually, he said curiously: "Qingwu, can you help me find out the specific location of this broken arm found by the scientific expedition team?"

The appearance of the broken arm of the Ancient God Clan surprised Ye Feng, and he suspected that in that area, in addition to the broken arm, there were very likely other bodies of this Ancient God Clan.

Maybe there's something more powerful or life essence hidden in those bodies!

And even if he doesn't have the essence of life and the secret technique of inheritance, as the descendant of the primeval god clan, it is necessary for him to help his predecessors collect the bones, so that he will not be exposed to the ice and snow!

(End of chapter)