The familiar eight-sided pagoda is still a staircase in the mist.

Chen Sui breathed a sigh of relief at first, at least he was safe for the next few minutes.

However, it was clear that something had entered the tomb.

Even a military flashlight can be blown out.

Therefore, Chen Sui also knows that this crisis is far from being solved, and whether he can survive the difficulties depends on what the divine object is this time.

The black bamboo slips unfolded in front of Chen Sui's eyes again.

"Equipment: Eight-sided Han Sword Yan (Earth), 300 Spiritual Yuan required"

"Equipment: Flying Claw Hook, 5 Spiritual Elements Required"

"Technique: Tiger Ben Sword Pose (Fan), 30 points of spirit required"

Let's not talk about flying claw hooks, ordinary items are also easy to obtain, but if they can appear in the Faqiu Heavenly Tower, they must not be ordinary claw hooks.

However, there is no note rank behind it, which means that it is not a spiritual weapon.

So Chen Sui's gaze.

Soon he turned to the eight-sided Han sword and the tiger sword.

The eight-sided Han sword itself is an object with extraordinary casting technology.

Chen Sui's hometown, Longlu Village, is famous for blacksmiths, so Chen Sui has heard his grandfather mention this eight-sided Han sword since he was a child.

The eight-sided Han sword, the sword body is long and narrow, and it is ground on eight sides.

Therefore, there is a saying of "eight-sided Han sword".

The special casting and grinding skills have greatly improved the strength of the eight-sided sword.

This Han sword even became a symbol of power for a time.

And this eight-faced man is actually a spiritual weapon of the earth.

The Sanqing Bell and Brass Magic Sword that he had obtained by fate from Qingyun Guan before were just ordinary products.

But even so, the Sanqing Bell and the Brass Magic Sword can deal with the distraction soul body of the female ghost in the wedding dress, which is equivalent to a second-order monster.

It can be seen that the power of the earth grade magic weapon is definitely more powerful.

"Remaining Spiritual Dollars: One Thousand and One Points"

Looking at the remaining Lingyuan, Chen Sui couldn't help but smile slightly, and he waved his hand.

Change!

Although there was no such thing as "Please Shenqing Yuxiao Divine Talisman" again, this Han sword and swordsmanship with local quality already made him very satisfied.

"Obtained: Eight-Sided Han Sword Yan (Earth)"

"Acquired: Flying Claw Hook"

"Enlightenment: Tiger Ben Sword Pose (Fan)"

The school yard is constructed of ink and wash, black and white.

The ink is lifelike.

A middle-aged man dressed as a ranger holds a long sword and stands on the school yard holding a sword.

Although the swordsmanship is not very clever.

But the truth is also very simple and clear.

This is a swordsmanship that only seeks to fight for the life.

As the middle-aged ranger collected his sword and returned to his sword, the ink in the sky gradually disappeared.

The next moment, Chen Sui's consciousness returned to reality.

At this time, the danger he faced had not been lifted, and he could still feel the chill coming from behind him, as well as the hint of evil aura.

But at this moment, in front of Chen Sui, a straight and upright ancient long sword appeared very suddenly.

The burial chamber was pitch black, and there was not a glimmer of light.

Chen Sui couldn't see the Han Sword in front of him clearly, but he had just detached himself from Fang Cai's Tiger Ben Sword-style perception.

There is a benefit to the techniques obtained from the Faqiu Heavenly Tower.

That is, he can perfectly grasp the true meaning of it.

Chen Sui held the eight-sided Han Sword in front of him extremely calmly, he directly turned around and drew the sword, and at the same time, the spiritual energy in Chen Sui's body also poured into the Han Sword.

Above the blade of the sword, there was a sudden glimmer of light.

Chen Sui picked it up, and at this moment, he felt that the eight-sided Han sword in his hand seemed to have slashed into something similar to cotton.

It felt like pinching the ball.

It's pretty cool.

It is indeed much cooler than holding the hair Qiu Tianyin directly.

At the same time, a terrible scream instantly resounded in the small tomb.

Chen Sui's eyes flickered, he clenched the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, his pace was steady, and he saw another sword slashing down between his wrists!

Same touch, but this time, no more strange sounds came out.

Chen Sui slowly took a few steps back, closed his eyes and began to seriously perceive all the changes around him.

At this time, the flashlight, which had been extinguished, suddenly shimmered, and it returned to normal again in a few breaths.

Chen Sui picked up the flashlight, his heart full of doubts and puzzles.

That's it?

Chen Sui looked at the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and saw that on the sword body, there was a Han Li.

"Yan"

The name of the sword is Yan.

But before Chen Sui could carefully inspect the eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, his nose twitched a few times, and he seemed to smell an extremely irritating smell.

Chen Sui hurriedly looked behind him, only to see that the murals that had been all over the walls suddenly became blurred.

In a few breaths, it turned into a dark red wall, and the pungent smell emanated from it.

Chen Sui's face changed instantly.

If he remembered correctly, the ancient alchemists had many ways to refine the elixir, including the method of refining the elixir with green alum oil.

And this alum oil is strong sulfuric acid.

If the back of these eight tomb walls is all extremely corrosive and strong sulfuric acid, once the wall is broken, if the sulfuric acid gushes out, then it will be difficult for him to save ten lives.

In a hurry, Chen Sui suddenly looked at the ground in the center of the tomb.

Just now, he also obtained the Flying Claw Hook in the Faqiu Sky Tower.

At this time, the flying claw hook followed the things that fell out of Fang Ding, and they all lay quietly in the center of the tomb.

With the sound of breaking the air, Chen Sui directly grabbed the sapper shovel stuck in the tomb with a flying claw hook.

At the next moment when Chen Sui took off.

The eight walls shattered like paper windows in an instant.

Countless alum oil gushed out, directly flooding the small half of the tomb.

Chen Sui turned on the flashlight, and he looked at the scene below with a creepy look.

If he accidentally falls, I am afraid that even the gods will be difficult to save.

If you don't get the Flying Hook.

Then he could only hope for the three breaths of the "Please Xiaoyu Qing Divine Talisman".

It's time to get him out of danger.

At this time, the smell of a large amount of sulfuric acid was surging down the tomb where he was, and Chen Sui had no choice but to use his body to prop himself up in the tomb first.

Then he swung the sword in his hand with difficulty.

Cutting off the sapper shovel stuck above his head, he quickly put away his sword and flying hook.

Quickly climb up the graveyard overhead.

Fortunately, the tomb is not big, and the walls are very rough.

Chen Sui struggled with all his might, and finally left this vertical downward tomb road.

Chen Sui continued to climb along the sloping tomb path, and suddenly, he heard the sound that seemed to be the movement of the gears of the machine.

After a while, Chen Sui keenly noticed that the smell of sulfuric acid around him seemed to have become much thinner.

If nothing else, the place where the tomb originally led has changed.

Chen Sui roughly measured the distance he was from the entrance.

After determining that it would be difficult to reach with his current physical strength, Chen Sui sighed and slid straight down the same path!