Mo Yuhan once again felt the vision in front of him, and the dark space appeared in front of him again, and the strange spear held by Mo Xing was still firmly bound by chains.

Mo Yuhan licked his lips, took two quick steps forward, and walked into the strange space, in an instant, the surrounding space lit up, and the faint light from the everlasting lamp shone on the small room, and countless chains stretched out from all around the room, winding around a spear with a pitch-black body and a strange red pattern on it.

When Mo Yuhan walked in, an ancient stone platform slowly rose from the ground, and a strange pattern slowly emerged on the stone altar under the spear. Mo Yuhan frowned, and said in his heart: "This is not the altar of blood sacrifice recorded in ancient books. ”

He looked down and thought for a moment, shook his head, took out a short dagger, frowned and slashed at his arm and wrist, and the blood gushed out like an infusion, dripping into the small pit on the stone platform, and then slowly flowing into the lines of the stone altar along the lines.

After a while, the blood filled the entire altar, Mo Yuhan felt a little dizzy, quickly clicked twice on his right arm to stop the bleeding, and then looked at the altar.

On the altar, countless light blue runes appeared, and then the runes slowly changed, and the chains on the stone platform also slowly entered the wall with the changes in the runes.

In a short time, all the chains disappeared into the space, and the lines of the runes on the stone platform had also disappeared, leaving only a spear stuck in the center of the stone platform.

Mo Yuhan let out a sigh, grabbed the spear, pulled it out, and in an instant, a terrifying aura swept out from the body of the spear, enveloping Mo Yuhan's heart.

Mo Yuhan trembled, his revenge grew wantonly in his heart, and his originally dark eyes gradually turned blood red.

At this time, Mo Yuhan's heart suddenly shrank suddenly, and a powerful blood force poured out of his heart, and the pure blood veins instantly washed away most of the fierce qi in his body, and his blood-red eyes also turned golden.

Mo Yuhan gasped twice, let go of the spear, sat down cross-legged, and rested.

After about a pillar of incense, Mo Yuhan opened his eyes again, his pupils had changed back to black, he took a deep breath, and grabbed the spear with his right hand again.

The familiar aura poured into his body again, Mo Yuhan shouted angrily, his eyes widened, and the power of the blood gushed out, directly dispersing the anger, and then a drop of golden blood condensed at his fingertips, and then revealed his fingertips and dripped on the spear.

In an instant, the spear trembled violently, and at the same time, Mo Yuhan felt a terrifying roar in his soul, and a faint blood-colored halo also gushed out from the spear, and the spear's struggle became more intense.

Just as Mo Yuhan felt that the spear was about to break free from his restraints, a silver circle of light suddenly swung out from the altar and hit the spear, only to see the spear tremble, and then fell silent.

Mo Yuhan looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, and a stream of information flowed into his mind, "Gun name: Blood Shura!"

Mo Yuhan frowned, raised the spear, and said in his heart: "Mo is not the magic spear recorded in the ancient books." While thinking, he closed his eyes, and his soul tried to probe into the Blood Shura Spear, but at the moment of touch, he felt the resistance of the Blood Shura Gun, and isolated his soul from the body of the gun.

Mo Yuhan snorted coldly, and said in his heart: "I still don't believe that I can't cure your gun." Immediately, his heart sank slightly, and his soul power rushed towards the body of the spear fiercely, only to see the blood Shura spear tremble, and a faint blood-colored halo bloomed around the body of the gun, which once again bounced Mo Yuhan's soul away.

Mo Yuhan snorted, a few traces of blood oozed from his mouth and nose, withdrew his soul, looked at the spear in his hand with a little unwillingness, sighed lightly, and said in his heart: "That's it, maybe I'm not strong enough to get your approval." ”

He raised his eyes again to look at the quiet space that had once again fallen silent, folded his spear behind him, and saluted respectfully with his fists. Immediately the consciousness withdrew from the space, it was late at this time, and the camp tent was pitch black, and the fire outside the tent brought a little light to the camp through the thin tent cloth.

Mo Yuhan stood up, looked down at the dark red spear in his hand, and danced it for a while, but he didn't feel unfamiliar, he grinned with satisfaction, and habitually wanted to take it back into the space ring, but there was no response.

Mo Yuhan was stunned for a moment, and then he could only resign himself to carrying the spear on his back, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "I've been locked up for so long, and I've lost my temper, and the space ring is reluctant to go in." ”

Lifting the door curtain, Mo Yuhan stretched his waist, stopped a passing soldier, and asked, "Is Zhou Neng back?"

The soldier grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth, and said, "Deputy Captain, he will be back in the afternoon, and the money after the sale of those things will be distributed to us." ”

Mo Yuhan raised his eyebrows and nodded: "It's okay to divide it, you can continue to be busy, I'll go find him." With that, he walked to a camp not far away, unceremoniously opened the curtain and entered, and saw Zhou Neng sitting alone on the ground.

Zhou Neng saw Mo Yuhan coming in, and quickly stood up and asked, "What are you looking for me?"

Mo Yuhan casually pulled a chair and sat down, and said, "The mercenary family has begun to want us." ”

Zhou Nengyi frowned and asked, "Is it because of Liao Yang's father?"

Mo Yuhan nodded: "After I went to the city to find the medical hall, I happened to see the mercenary's house, so I went in to take a look, and by the way, I registered a mercenary, and then I saw that there was a task on it about finding the murderer who killed Liao Yang." ”

Zhou Neng couldn't help frowning and pondering when he heard this, Mo Yuhan continued: "However, in fact, we don't have to worry, as long as that batch of things is handled cleanly, they won't find out about us, compared to this, I have a more important matter." As he spoke, he motioned for Zhou Neng to sit down and talk.

Zhou Neng found a stool and sat down, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Yuhan said: "I think we should find some brothers to register mercenaries together, so that our ears and eyes will be smarter." ”

Zhou Neng hesitated: "But military regulations?"

Mo Yuhan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "But in our military regulations, there is no explicit prohibition that soldiers cannot be allowed to become mercenaries! Besides, in the eyes of other armies, our camp is just a group of waste wood that likes to make trouble, and I believe that except for the task of sending us to death, there is no task that will be given to us." ”

Zhou Neng suddenly fell into deep thought, and Mo Yuhan continued: "Besides, this time I went to the mercenary house, and there was a person who claimed to be the leader of the Muye mercenary group who invited me to join them. ”

Zhou Neng was taken aback and asked, "Isn't it a shepherd?"

Mo Yuhan nodded with a smile, Zhou Neng suddenly understood, and smiled helplessly: "Why do you have to ask me if you have a plan in your heart." Since the head of the king-level mercenary group has invited you, it is naturally not easy to slap your face, and in this matter, I agree with your idea, captain. ”