The whole body is golden yellow, the sword body is slightly wider, and it is full of complex golden runes, from the sword body to the hilt, this sword, Li Zimu had seen in Zhuang Zhou's dream, is the Xuanyuan sword given by Nuwa to Fuxi.

This high platform, Li Zimu also saw it in Zhuang Zhou's dream, at that time, the sword was suspended on this platform, but he didn't expect that it was held in his hand by Xiang Yu.

This kneeling corpse is Xiang Yu, Li Zimu is very sure, although it is very different from the appearance before his death, now it is just a layer of skin wrapped in a pair of white bones, but Li Zimu can still recognize it.

Because what he wore around his neck was the emblem of the Xiang clan, and there was no doubt that this person was Xiang Yu.

I didn't expect that these people were really killed by Xiang Yu, looking at this situation, it should be that they used the power of the Xuanyuan Sword, otherwise it would never be possible to block so many people with one block.

Looking at this scene, Li Zimu already somewhat understood what happened here two thousand years ago.

The Xuanyuan Sword is indeed a very eye-catching thing, and anyone who knows the background behind this sword can basically resist its temptation, this temptation is not much different from the Immortal Pill, because it represents another level, God.

I originally thought that I would face all kinds of mechanisms, and I would go through a lot of hardships to see the true face of Xuanyuan Sword, but I didn't expect to see it so easily......

The sense of oppression just now came from this Xuanyuan Sword, and Li Zimu is very sure now, because he is standing in front of this Xuanyuan Sword, and this feeling of oppression has become unprecedentedly strong.

There had never been a sword that could give him such a feeling, which was enough to prove that it was extraordinary.

"Why didn't this body decompose?"

Chi Ling frowned lightly and looked at the kneeling corpse and wondered, this appearance is much uglier than the corpses below that are so rotten that only white bones remain......

The dry skin collapsed and printed the white bones inside, the nose retracted into two small holes because of the lack of moisture, the teeth that had become sparse under the black gums, and what was even more disgusting was that half of the hair on the head had been separated from the scalp, and the other half was still glued together, hanging on the skull......

Li Zimu couldn't answer this doubt, because he couldn't guess the specific reason and give a reasonable explanation, probably because of the Xuanyuan Sword he was holding in his hand, after all, this guy had his own aura.

The whole corpse and the Xuanyuan Sword supported each other to form a stable fulcrum, causing the corpse to kneel and not fall.

Li Zimu hesitated for a moment, and gently raised his foot and approached the corpse, this Yu's corpse was here, ruling out the possibility of him cultivating into an immortal.

After all, cultivating to become an immortal is also a body becoming an immortal, and now that the body is still here, it has become like this......

I think I'm a god, right?

Becoming a god is just a soul integrated into the godhead, and there is no need for physical cultivation, and the Xuanyuan sword is still here and has not been taken away by others, which proves that Xiang Yu's sword protection is meritorious, and the minimum treatment is also to become a god.

It's just that he always feels that something is wrong, so he seems to be a little cautious, paying attention to the situation around him at any time, until he is sure that there is no movement around him, Li Zimu bends down and wants to take out the Xuanyuan Sword from his dry palm.

Even if he died, the corpse was holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, it can be seen that he was very unwilling to die, in the face of so many masters besieging him, even if he held the Xuanyuan Sword, because of his own body, he could not play its greatest role, but it was just stronger than usual, and it was estimated that he wanted to be safe and sound, which could be seen from a few cuts on his clothes.

Two fingers pinched the withered arm that was only a layer of skin, and Li Zimu gently lifted it up, trying to separate the palm of the Xuanyuan Sword from the hilt.

However, as soon as they separated a little, Li Zimu's pupils shrank sharply and quickly retreated.

Because he found that the palm of the hand was pinched back by itself!

In that palm, he held the Xuanyuan Sword tightly in his hand, Li Zimu was very sure, this corpse moved by itself just now!

"What's wrong, boss?"

Zhuge Yinglong said curiously, Li Zimu's action startled him, who was already nervous, and after finally seeing that there was really nothing strange, he looked at Li Zimu curiously and asked.

"Ke Ke ......"

As soon as Zhuge Yinglong's words fell, a slight voice came to mind in this quiet hall, very quiet, like a person whispering in your ear.

"Ke Ke ......"

It's not the sound of the gear turning when the mechanism starts, it's a crisp sound.

"He, he, he...... He...... He's moving!"

Zhuge Yinglong pointed to the corpse next to the platform with wide eyes and said in shock, because of the panic in his heart, he stammered a little.

This crisp and slow sound is the sound of bones turning!

Several people took a step back and kept a distance from the corpse, and Li Zimu stood in front of the three people to deal with the emergency.

The corpse turned its head slowly and mechanically like a puppet, but its body did not move at all, and it stopped when it turned in the direction of Li Zimu.

The empty eyes were so straight at the four people, Li Zimu could clearly feel that it was looking at himself.

"Moving...... High...... ...... Sword...... Who"

"Die!"

It spoke slowly, as slowly as it turned its neck, and its mouth didn't move, but Li Zimu did feel that the sound was coming from its mouth.

The one who wields the Xuanyuan sword, die?

The voice was hoarse, as if it would die in the next second, but it echoed in this hall, and it didn't subside for a long time, and the sound in my ears was all overlapping sounds.

Whoever wields the Xuanyuan Sword, die!

"Is this a hallucination?

Chi Ling hid behind Li Zimu and whispered, this situation is similar to the situation when Li Zimu carried the body of the white concubine on the back of the well, she remembers that Li Zimu said that this is a vision in her mind.

"It's true......"

Li Zimu shook his head and looked at the corpse that stood up slowly, he was very sure that this was true, just now he touched the arm, and watched it grasp the hilt of the sword with his own eyes, this feeling would not lie to him.

"It stood up!"

The spirit opened its mouth wide in surprise, although slowly, but the corpse really stood up on its own!

Although I don't know for what reason, the corpse of Xiang Yu in front of him really stood up, and there was nothing in the black eyes, just facing Li Zimu straight away.

The corpse seemed to be adapting to its current state, raising its withered arm, moving its neck, and then lifting its feet, and slowly walking over to this side, still muttering.

"Whoever wields the Xuanyuan Sword, die!"