Bloodcutter headquarters station.

In a stone castle, the wine and meat were fragrant, and the core high-level leaders of the Blood Scimitar gathered together to feast for the harvest of Lao Dao Feng and others in the ruins.

I don't know what Osiris has done, the ruins are already gone, and the old Daofeng, the six masters of the Life Pool Realm, Doria and others, they also have vague memories of what happened after entering the ruins.

They couldn't say what happened to them, but everyone was rewarded.

Wu Tie has the least harvest.

He even calmly asked Lao Daofeng and the others to check the bracelet he was carrying, and there were only some gold ingots, jewelry, and yuan grass in his bracelet, that is, these things, and nothing else.

So the harvest of his performance is a set of black armor and a pair of black boots.

This kind of harvest can be called shabby, and it immediately made the old knife wind lose their interest in investigating.

And the old knife wind them......

Everyone is a jewel, and at least a complete set of armor, as well as matching swords and other ancient treasures.

And the old sword style that gained the most, he got a full thirty-six sets of armor, weapons, several extremely powerful ancient treasures, and even a mausoleum guard summoning barracks.

It's what Wu Tie and they have encountered, the kind of jackal-headed warriors who can't be killed and can't be defeated.

Old Dao Feng got a black pyramid the size of a palm, as long as he kept filling it with all kinds of rare materials, all kinds of Yuan Crystals containing huge Yuan Energy, he could continue to summon that kind of jackal-headed warrior.

As soon as he returned to the Blood Scimitar station, the old knife wind stuffed almost all the rare materials and Yuan Crystals in the Blood Scimitar treasure house, and immediately summoned three thousand jackal-headed warriors who were three meters tall and covered in pitch black.

These jackal-headed warriors are so strong and powerful that they are almost unbreakable as long as this little pyramid is not destroyed.

Although their combat power was only at the level of the first and second heavens of the Chonglou Realm, their undestructible nature had already made them extremely difficult.

What's even more terrifying is that they can also form battle formations, summon black air quicksand to entangle the enemy, making the enemy move slowly, and even gradually drain their mana and essence blood, and eventually turn into a shriveled mummy.

Three thousand jackal-headed warriors formed a battle formation, and even the masters who had just entered the Destiny Pool Realm could hardly resist, let alone ordinary monks in the Heavy Building Realm and the Sense Xuan Realm.

Lao Daofeng and the others raised their wine glasses, talking and laughing loudly one by one, gulping down the wine, and their faces turned red from drinking.

Wu Tie knew in his heart that Osiris had told him that the things outside the body that the old sword wind had gotten was enough, and Osiris even gave them some inheritance seeds in the form of rewards for the path of the dead.

The so-called seed of inheritance is the practice of cultivation, which is the secret art of supernatural powers.

The inheritance given by Osiris is not much better than the old sword style and the exercises they are cultivating now.

But look at the old sword wind, and then look at the six heavy building realm monks beside him, as well as the little white face of Doria, they are just crazy boasting about the armor, divine soldiers, and all kinds of treasures they came from the path of the dead, and none of them mentioned the inheritance they have obtained.

That's it, man!

In particular, look at the performance of the old sword wind and the six masters of the Life Pool Realm calling each other brothers, and they all showed the bloody love that could stick a knife in each other's ribs...... Wu Tie sat on the side laughing loudly and gulped down his wine.

The quality of the wine is not very good, it is made by the slaves raised by the Bloodcuttle.

The Blood Scimitar is good at robbing houses and houses, and they don't have this talent for organizing production or anything.

Therefore, the wine can barely enter the throat, the wine is bitter, sour and spicy, and the taste is extremely poor, but the alcohol content is quite high, which is very suitable for these rough goods to satisfy their hunger.

Suddenly, the Harvest Tree, which had become one with Wu Tie, moved.

Wu Tie's heart flashed, he put a finger into the wine jar he was holding, a faint green light flashed on his fingertips, and the fruit made of emeralds on the harvest tree lit up.

A strange energy flowed down Wu Tie's fingers into the wine jar.

A faint fragrant fragrance wafted out of the wine jar, and Wu Tie hurriedly imprisoned the air around his body to prevent this aroma from drifting away.

He raised the jar and took a sip of the wine, only to feel that the aroma was mellow and smooth, and the bad wine in the jar had actually become a top-notch aged wine...... This harvest tree, it only took a snap of his fingers to make such a bad wine become the best comparable to a century-old wine!

Harvest Tree!

Wu Tie nodded as if he had realized, he grabbed the wine jar and drank all the wine inside, and smashed the empty jar that emitted a faint fragrance on the ground.

He grabbed another jar of bad wine.

This time, instead of using the power of the Harvest Tree to turn the bad wine into fine wine, he laughed and poured the bad wine in the jar all over his body, and the bad wine that exuded a pungent smell of alcohol was sprinkled on the ground, completely covering the fragrant fragrance on the fragments of the empty wine jar.

Laughing and pouring a jar of wine on his body, and smashing the jar of wine on the ground with his hand, Wu Tie stood up and shouted loudly: "Great Boss, we have got so many treasures this time, and those kobold soldiers who can't be killed or beaten can help in the battle...... We, it's better to destroy the golden undead directly!"

The high-level members of the Blood Scimitar, who were making loud noises and drinking and having fun, suddenly fell silent.

The old knife wind had already distributed the armor and ancient soldiers he had obtained from the ruins, and dozens of high-level blood scimitars were wearing golden and bejeweled armor, and there were strangely shaped divine weapons hanging from their waists, and all of them were as spirited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

In their hearts, there are also thoughts like witch iron.

Wu Tie simply picked out what they were thinking, and for a while, many people stood up one after another, staring at the old knife wind with straight eyes.

The old knife wiped a handful of thin cheeks, and said seriously: "That's the mausoleum guard, the jackal warrior, the jackal, not the kobold...... Well, although they look about the same. ”

The small black pyramid was suspended by the side of the old knife wind, and the old knife wind turned around with a smile on his face and looked at Doria who was sitting beside him.

"Doria...... You say, is it still necessary for Lao Tzu to join forces with the three ghosts of gold, silver and bronze now?" With a flick of the old knife wind's fingers, more than a dozen black qi erupted from the small pyramid, and it turned into more than a dozen werewolf warriors as soon as it rolled on the ground.

These werewolf warriors had dark green eyes and strangely shaped spears in their hands, staring at Doria with fierce eyes.

Doria's hand holding the glass trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth, and his heart was messy.

To be honest, he spent a great deal of money to make a prediction about the blood scimitar, and then he confidently rushed to convince the old knife in person.

But he never dreamed that the primeval ruins under the Blood Scimitar Garrison would be like this...... Supernatural.

He couldn't remember what had happened in the ruins.

But the armor on his body, as well as the ancient treasure divine weapons he obtained, were real.

In particular, in his mind, there was an additional cultivation technique called the Dark True Sutra.

This dark scripture is treacherous, evil, dark to the extreme, he has a little cultivation in the ruins, and he knows that this is a powerful and terrifying cultivation technique, which is even more powerful than the one he is currently cultivating, I don't know how much.

He has such a creation, so the old sword wind has gained more than him.

Even if you think about it with the simplest of ideas.

He only got three sets of armor, while Lao Daofeng brought thirty-six sets of armor, a large number of divine weapons, and even a barracks to summon the guards of the mausoleum...... Then, Lao Dao Feng must have also obtained a similar cultivation technique, which will only be stronger than the Dark True Scripture, not weaker.

Wu Tie stood aside and laughed: "Hahaha, this little white face, he probably didn't expect it, we can get such a big benefit from that ruins, right?"

After laughing, Wu Tie stomped his foot violently.

A low roar came from behind him, and in the churning black gas, a huge bull's head quietly emerged in the black air, and the bull's huge eyes flashed blood, staring at Doria like a living thing.

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Master Gun, I am in that ruins, in addition to a pair of armor and a pair of boots, Master Gun I also got a ......."

Old Dao Feng coughed heavily, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie closed his mouth very cooperatively, and the bull head with a diameter of several feet behind him stared at Doria deadly, and the bloody light emitted from the two huge eyes made the air around Doria become solidified and become as hard as steel.

Entering the ruins together, the six Life Pool Realm masters who came out with the treasures together quickly glanced at each other.

Their faces did not move at all, but their eyes flickered, as old friends who had been with each other for many years, they suddenly knew that everyone had good things in it, except for the armor......

Everyone also made up their minds that the exercises they obtained from the ruins must be their own unique skills at the bottom of the box.

No one wants to find out any news from themselves, and no one wants to get the slightest benefit from themselves.

Tut...... This stupid dragon man, how could he tell this thing?

The six of them exchanged glances quickly.

When they looked at the other high-level Blood Scimitar leaders in the hall, their eyes couldn't help but have a little contempt and disdain.

It is destined that after they get the inheritance in the ruins, their strength will increase by leaps and bounds, and these old brothers who have not entered the ruins...... For example, Niu Man, for example, Tang Qi, they are no longer qualified to be on an equal footing with themselves.

In the future, the real core high-level of the Blood Scimitar will only be a few of them, right?

Of course, this matter is not in a hurry to find out for the time being, and when everyone's strength becomes stronger, after the blood scimitar dominates the Black Snake Domain, let's take it out and explain it clearly.

The great achievement of unifying the Black Snake Domain......

Tang Qi, Niu Man, these guys, just be the thugs of the charging trap, the final victory has nothing to do with them.

Old Daofeng's eyes flickered, and he saw everything in his eyes.

He was even more keenly aware that the six old brothers who had entered the ruins and the old fellows who stayed outside seemed to have been clearly divided into two camps.

He was relieved......

In this way, it is good......

Wu Tie was exposed, he got a powerful secret technique from the ruins, the bull's head was full of evil, and it could also imprison the air around people, turning the void into shackles, this kind of magic power was very strong, but it was nothing more than that.

What about the other six...... God knows what they got?

If the inheritance they get is stronger than the old sword wind...... Then if the old sword wind wants to sit on the throne of the great leader of the blood scimitar, he can't say that he has to rely on these old brothers who have not entered the ruins.

Old Daofeng sighed in his heart.

He looked at Wu Tie, and the corner of his eye swept over the six old brothers, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart...... How wonderful would it be if all these people died in the ruins and he was the only one who came out alive?

Of course, there is no rush to think about this now.

Old Daofeng looked at Doria with a smile and a stiff body that couldn't move, he stood up, walked slowly to Doria's side, and looked down at Doria sitting in the chair with a smile: "Doria, do you think it's still necessary for us to join forces with the Golden Undead?"

Wu Tie chuckled, and the bull-headed phantom behind him gradually dissipated.

This bull-headed phantom was not the inheritance of the exercises given to him by Osiris, but the supernatural power and soul shattering gaze that he comprehended when he fused the Harvest Tree. The appearance of this exercise is a bit similar to Osiris's lineage, so he deliberately used it.

A white light flashed in Doria's eyes, and he thought of many, many things in an instant.

He sighed softly, shook his head and sighed, "In order to win the trust of the three leaders of the Golden Undead, I also spent a great deal of energy to guide them into an ancient ruin. They are also in it, and they have a lot of gains. ”

With a wry smile, Doria said softly, "But I really didn't expect it...... In my prophecy, the benefits brought to you by this ruin of the Blood Scimitar in the ground should be on par with that of the Golden Undead......"

"What the hell went wrong...... Make my prophecy ......" Doria sighed, "Fate is really not something that we small beings can easily touch......"

Wu Tie touched the spider-shaped pendant hanging from his chest.

Lao Tie's crystal brain lay quietly inside.

He looked again at the white tiger crack on the side of his seat.

If there are variables, if fate really exists, then the ruins of the Blood Scimitar stationed underground have been changed by the influence of Wu Tie, right?

Osiris told Wu Tie that his sleeping tomb was a random living creature.

It is very likely that at the time of Doria's prophecy, this primeval ruin under the Blood Scimitar was just an ordinary primeval ruin.

But the moment Witch Iron came, and the moment Doria entered the Bloodcutlass station, the sleeping tomb of Osiris drifted here, replacing or devouring the original ruins?

Who knows?

This is fate! an unpredictable fate, a fate that gives Doria a headache.

Doria took a deep breath, then he stood up and looked at the old knife wind very seriously: "I think you are the lucky one who is truly favored by fate." Why should I waste my energy on a doomed loser?"

Doria bowed deeply to the old sword wind and saluted: "I am willing, with all my energy, to assist you in becoming the supreme master of the Black Snake Domain." ”

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Bastards who have killed all the golden undead!"

Many of the higher-ups of the Blood Scimitar laughed at the same time, and they all raised their wine glasses and smiled brightly.

It's just that their eyes are twinkling, and no one knows what they're thinking.