When it was difficult to defend and entangled, the white pigeon took the lead in putting the bow and crossbow behind him, jumped up, and after spinning in the air several times, he landed steadily in front of the hole.

The white dove flew over, and behind the unguarded, the snakes were about to continue to attack.

It was difficult to defend helplessly, so he quickly flew over.

Fighting these creatures for three days and three nights may not be done.

This time inside, the snakes could only jump wildly on the periphery, not daring to take a step forward.

It's as if it's isolated by some barrier.

Looking at the group of ghosts again, it seemed that they had completely lost consciousness, and when they saw the two approaching, there was no movement.

The two of them pushed aside the wood-like group of ghosts and prepared to continue their exploration into the cave.

The white pigeon passed by and took Bai Lingsheng out easily, this kid is so embarrassed!

Nan Shou, who was walking in front, put the scimitar behind him, pulled out the fire fold with his hand, and with a "click", the fire instantly illuminated the world in front of him.

His eyes began to lose their bloodshot color, and the black mist on his shoulders turned into a log of wood.

Oh no, humanoid wood, with mouth, eyes and hands, and a small lotus leaf on the top of the head, it looks quite cute.

The wood lay down on his unguardable right shoulder, crossed Erlang's legs, and held the reed flowers he brought with him outside in his mouth, so naughty.

The cave in front of me is probably old, the cave body is already crawling with moss, the ground is wet, and sometimes one or two drops of bone-chilling rock water are inadvertently dripping from the top of the head, which scares the difficult defenders who walk in front of them into a cold sweat instantly.

But in order not to show his gaffe, he quietly wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead.

Passing through a narrow tunnel, the inner chamber suddenly appears in front of you.

Due to the weak light of the fire fold, it is not possible to see the full appearance of the cave at a glance.

However, the crystal coffin in the middle of the inner room was still instantly shocked.

The white pigeon was not used to it, so he stood behind Bai Lingsheng, took the fire fold in the young man's hand, lit the oil platforms around him one after another, and then blew out the primer.

The light of the fire reflected the entire inner room at once.

The crystal coffin stood on a high platform in the center of the inner chamber, surrounded by chains, the upper end went up and I don't know where it was connected, and the lower end passed through the coffin and a tail of water connected to the ground, as if it was trying to trap something in the coffin.

The boy looked up at the top of the cave, but he couldn't see the end.

The chains are hidden in the darkness, and there is no end in sight.

The person in the coffin was standing, to be precise, a humanoid skeleton.

The humanoid skeleton, with only a layer of skin wrapped around the backbone, was blackened throughout, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, and it was impossible to distinguish age, holding a serpentine dagger in both hands.

Everything around it can be seen to be old, but the dagger in the coffin is as bright as new, and there are faint traces of blood on the dagger.

"Where did the blood come from?" said the white dove to himself.

Nanshou looked at the coffin and tried to touch it with a scimitar, but he felt vaguely uneasy, so he took it back first.

Then he said, "The previous machine spirit master accidentally won the lock spirit sheath, this sheath material is not ordinary, it looks like quicksand, what shape of dagger capital can match into the sheath, so people can't know the real lock spirit blade ......"

"Locking the Spirit Blade?" the white dove repeated the difficult words.

"If I'm not mistaken, in this coffin, it's the Lock Spirit Blade!" Nanshou stood in front of the coffin with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtfully at the dagger in the coffin.

"How can you be sure that this is the real Locking Spirit Blade?" asked the White Dove.

Since the Locking Sheath couldn't recognize the Locking Blade, no one knew what the real Locking Blade looked like.

"It's a group of ghosts and snakes. ”

Nan Shou turned around, looked at Bai Lingsheng behind him, and continued.

"Legend has it that the blade pierces the seven inches of the red spirit, takes its inner tank, boils it with the human finger bones, becomes incense, burns it, and the finger bones can communicate with the ghost. ”

"This group of snakes is for the red spirit, and the group of ghosts is for this incense. ”

Since ancient times, this snake world has been dedicated to the snake king Red Spirit, and the Red Spirit is dead, no wonder we have to besiege us as if we are fighting for our lives.

The white dove just woke up to why he was attacked by this group of snakes for no reason.

"It seems that someone is summoning something, but accidentally attracted the spirit of your Bai family. After speaking, he groaned again, "Is it to solve people?"

As he spoke, the white dove looked at the people in the crystal coffin.

Although this corpse is old, fortunately, it is wrapped in a layer of skin so that the body is intact and will not fall apart into a pile of bones.

"Wait", the white pigeon suddenly found that the corpse's right hand holding the dagger was missing a middle finger.

"With his phalanges?"

Namori turned around and saw it, too, but frowned. "But I've never heard of using a dead man's finger bones!"

"This method recruits things, only the phalanges can control it, what can a corpse do?"

It was difficult to keep the doubts in his heart, and he tried his best to filter the information about the Wuqi crystal coffin in his mind.

This mountain is Wuhu because in front of the mountain is the famous Wujiang River.

In that year, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, killed himself by the Wujiang River, and Wuyu, who was loyal to his master, also jumped into the river and died.

In order to commemorate the loyalty of the black horse, the descendants ordered the nearest mountain to be the black horse, so that the soul of the black horse who died in the Wujiang River had a return.

Thinking of this black horse, it was known as "the first horse in the world" back then, and he was willing to be driven by the overlord for a lifetime, and he made countless achievements.

This horse is also strange, I heard that it is dressed in black satin, but the four hooves are white and snowy.

This Chu overlord was buried in Gucheng by Liu Bangzhu's tomb, and Wujiangpu was only a nominal Xiangwang Temple.

Who is buried in this cave on Wuqi Mountain?

Just thinking about it, the wood on Nanshou's body with Erlang's legs crossed suddenly stood up, flew towards the coffin, lay on top of a transparent coffin lid, stared at the dagger in the coffin, and gradually turned into a black mist, soaked into the coffin and attached to the dagger.

That's right, how did you forget your own machine spirit!

It's hard to pat your head.

This wood is the machine spirit, and the machine spirit follows the machine spirit person, and it is the medium through which the machine spirit person and the object communicate.

The incarnations of the machine spirits raised by different machine spirit people are different, and the abilities they focus on are also different.

It is difficult to keep this machine spirit, it can be transformed, lively, and humane, which can only be raised by the master of the machine spirit.

The white dove watched as the spirit of the machine was immersed in the blade, and the eyes that were difficult to defend here began to turn blood-red again, and a black mist emanated from its body, which gradually extended out, connecting with the black mist that lingered on the blade.

The spirit of the instrument is present, and the instrument is connected, looking at the past and the present, and exploring the roots.

The white dove watched like this, and an hour or two passed, and there was no movement.

Another stick of incense passed.

Suddenly, as if he had been hit hard, he staggered to his knees as if he had been hit hard, his hands on his chest.

The black mist in the coffin also escaped as if it had been dispersed all at once, and in front of the difficult guard, it returned to the appearance of wood.

But he lost his liveliness, and as if he was drunk, he approached him with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and jumped into his arms, and did not move.

The white pigeon hurriedly ran forward and held on to the difficult guard, "What's the matter?"

Looking at the white pigeon with the scarlet that had not yet faded, he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "The black scarlet is dead, and the spirit blade is ...... Blade Student~"