Outside the church, Ye Yu and the fat monk walked slowly, and many Westerners were sitting by the fountain, taking pictures, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. 八?一 Chinese?? Net ≤≈=.≤8≈

Along the way, Ye Yu also saw many believers, kneeling on the ground, with a pious expression.

"Damn, boy Ye, it's a little weird here!" The fat monk seemed to have something to show and suddenly whispered.

"I also felt that there was something unusual in the church. ”

Ye Yu nodded, his divine thoughts spread out, and he also felt some strange energy diffuse in the ancient chapel.

However, this also made Ye Yu's expression slightly happy, it seems that the news he has found in the past few days is not fake, even if this small church has no connection with the blood clan, I am afraid that there are some strange places.

Without too much hesitation, Ye Yu stepped forward and entered the church.

Inside, there was no one, the atmosphere was slightly dim, a heavy breath diffused in the air, it looked extremely depressing, and the old wall was hung with melted wax figures, which looked a little weird.

"Ahem!"

An old man in an ancient Western dress walked over, he seemed to be aware of the extraordinaryness of Ye Yu and the fat monk, and said slowly: "You two, I don't know where you came from?"

"From the East. Ye Yu said slowly.

"What is the matter?" the old man continued.

Ye Yu's eyes flashed, and he said, "The Thirteen Sacred Weapons of the Blood Clan." ”

"The Thirteen Hallows have long disappeared in the long river of history, please go back, although our church inherits the ancient age, it is not clear. The old man said, ready to slow down.

"Wait. ”

Ye Yu suddenly spoke and said, "This old gentleman, can you tell me some clues, the thirteen holy weapons are very important to me, I must get them!"

As he said this, a terrifying coercion diffused from Ye Yu's body, like a hundred-zhang mountain, and slammed down on the entire church.

"You!"

The old man's indifferent expression changed slightly, he originally thought that Ye Yu was just that kind of ordinary cultivator, but at this time, he intuitively felt that Ye Yu was standing there, like an immortal monument, scattering thousands of divine light, making people not look directly.

"Sir, I'm qualified now, let you tell the truth. Ye Yu smiled lightly, but his tone was full of threats, if this old man didn't know the current affairs, Ye Yu's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he had already decided to kill him and directly search the old man's memory.

It seemed that he felt the flash of violent murder on Ye Yu's body, and the old man in the West sighed slightly, and said: "There was once a strong man in our church who dealt with the blood clan, but he was already dead, and there were only some relics. ”

"Take me there. Ye Yu's expression moved, and he said suddenly.

"Come with me. ”

The old man shook his head and turned and walked into the depths of the church.

Ye Yu and the fat monk glanced at each other, and also followed, with the means of the two of them, there is no place on the earth that they dare not go.

The church is small, but it is very deep.

At this time, under the guidance of the old man of the church, Ye Yu and the fat monk walked to a circular castle in the innermost part of the church, where there was a pitch-black door, and inside the door, it seemed to be a dark tunnel, and I didn't know where it led.

"When he came back, he was covered in blood, and we buried him under this castle. The old man spoke, he didn't want to bring Ye Yu, an outsider, here, but there was no way, the aura on Ye Yu's body was too terrible, it made people's hearts palpitate, the old man was afraid that this handsome young man would be angry and directly destroy the church where he was, then he would be a sinner.

At this time, looking at the extremely dark tunnel, Ye Yu nodded and said to the fat monk on the side: "I'll go down and take a look, you stay outside here." ”

The fat monk nodded, he knew that Ye Yu wanted him to watch this old man.

Stompe!

In the cold and cold tunnel, Ye Yu walked directly in, there was a mysterious power in it, suppressing Ye Yu's divine thoughts, which could only spread to a few meters around.

Ye Yu's brows furrowed, but he still walked down, under the ancient castle, there was an open stone room, a tall corpse, wearing a set of broken Western armor, covered with dust, cobwebs, it should have been cold and shiny silver armor, but at this time, it has become extremely old.

Ye Yu walked over, and now this skeleton is indeed very tall, standing upright, definitely more than two meters, it is a burly Western man.

"The cultivation before his death at least had the strength of the seventh or even the eighth level!"

Ye Yu felt the powerful fluctuations of the bones scattered in front of him, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

According to the old man, this skeleton also looked for the Thirteen Sacred Weapons of the Blood Clan before he was alive, but in the end he encountered some terrifying existence, was killed and covered in blood, and returned in a miserable defeat, but he brought back some things, or relics.

"Huh, that's?"

Ye Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a cloth bag at the foot of the skeleton in front of him suddenly floated and flew into Ye Yu's hand.

Opening the cloth bag, except for some bits and pieces, the only thing that made Ye Yu's expression move was an ancient book, which opened it, and the vicissitudes of the years came to the surface.

This is an ancient book bound in a parchment scroll, and the contents of it, except for some patterns, are written in the most ancient Western script, and it is not easy to read at all.

However, Ye Yu saw a total of thirteen patterns, two of which were a black giant axe and a corroded pale palm, corresponding to the two holy weapons he had obtained earlier, the "Torture Axe" and the "Corpse Hand".

"Great Summoning!"

Knowing the importance of this ancient book, Ye Yu suddenly injected aura into the jade plate that was floating in his mind, and in an instant, a pair of glasses appeared in his hand.

"How are glasses?" Ye Yu thought in his heart of summoning a dictionary that could look up the definitions of ancient Western characters in this book, but he didn't expect to summon a glasses.

But at this time, Ye Yu seemed to think of something suddenly, his expression suddenly moved, and he muttered, "Don't be so rebellious......

Ye Yu had a skeptical attitude, and let the glasses summoned in his hand wear them directly.

Airplanes!

A blue light flashed out on the glasses in an instant, Ye Yu saw it, it was a blue data, the glasses were like a combination of a scanner and a microcomputer, and after he looked through the glasses and then looked at the ancient book in his hand, all the words in the ancient book were now converted into Chinese characters that he could understand.

"Awesome!"

Ye Yu muttered in his heart, these high-tech glasses are simply too rebellious, and they have such a powerful function.

And at this time, Ye Yu was clear at a glance, and immediately saw the respective names of the thirteen holy weapons.

"Murder keys, corpse hands, rotten bracelets, puppets, bone harps, blood cups, spirit rods, soul rings, angel thorns, torture axes, magic mirrors, ghost lamps, and poison bottles. ”