The cold wind, full of dampness and rot, and the smell of the vicissitudes of time, filled the promenade with copper bricks, blowing out all the lights and candles.

It's completely plunged into a strange darkness. Yan Huanren, who was kneeling on the ground with his forehead resting on the copper brick, was now surrounded by this strange darkness and strange cold wind.

He didn't dare to look up. You must not look up without permission, otherwise it will be rude and offensive to the ancestors.

Yan Huanren, whose forehead was against the copper brick, could only rely on his feelings to judge what was happening in front of him at this time.

He estimated that the stone door in front of him, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, should be open at this moment!

Otherwise, how could the cold wind blow more and more? And the complicated smell of dampness is getting stronger and stronger......

"Khooth! - "Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron clinging! It sounds like it's quite close.

It seemed to be on his head against the floor, not far ahead. This made Yan Huanren, who was originally engrossed in sensing the movement in front of him, suddenly taken aback.

Where did such a sudden sound of gold and iron crash come from?

"Could it be that the old ancestor is already standing in front of me at this moment?" As soon as he thought of this possibility, Yan Huanren became even more nervous, and his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

He hurriedly knelt more upright, quietly waiting for the instructions and instructions of the old ancestor.

"On this knife, there is the blessing of my primordial god." Really! The voice of the middle-aged man who had spoken the word slow just now spoke again at this moment!

It's just that Yan Huanren, who knelt down and obeyed, was stunned when he heard the words. He immediately realized that the source of the speech was not in front of him, but still within the stone door.

This shows that the old ancestor did not come out, and he was not standing in front of him as he thought............ Knife?

What knife? …… The words in the stone gate immediately reminded Yan Huanren that he had indeed heard the sound of gold and iron hitting just now.

Do you have a knife in front of you? Puzzled, he looked up. But in the gloomy cold wind in the field of vision, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

In a place like this, nothing should have been seen clearly. However, of course, when Yan Huanren raised his head and looked directly in front of him, he immediately noticed that something was inserted about four or five feet away from where he was kneeling.

The reason why I could see that thing clearly was because in the darkness, it was emitting a faint purple light!

The light is very faint and very restrained. So much so that if Yan Huanren didn't look up to look at it, he wouldn't have noticed that there was such a strange thing in front of him.

"Is this a knife? ......" he tentatively touched with his hand. In order to avoid being cut by the blade, just touch it gently.

Soon, the skin on his fingers touched the golden iron. Knives indeed. It has a hard and cold feeling that is unique to metal.

Since Yan Huanren did not use force and was very cautious, his hands did not feel the sharpness of the knife.

So I was a little bolder and tried to pinch it with two fingers. This pinch, I quickly felt that the angle touched at this moment seemed to be the position of the knife ridge, but I couldn't be completely sure.

He simply stretched out his other hand as well. I plan to grope with both hands at the same time. Dip your way up the ridge to grip the handle of the knife.

However, the action is only halfway there. In the depths of the darkness in front of Yan Huanren, another voice came.

"You're going to get hurt by this knife sooner or later, so you don't have to be so cautious." The hoarse voice was flat and indifferent, and there was not a trace of emotion in it.

Yan Huanren was stunned.

"...... Wounded by this knife? ......" Obviously, he failed to understand the meaning of the sentence.

"The younger generation doesn't quite understand, and I ask the ancestor to make it clear......" asked, and immediately stared into the depths of the darkness, waiting for a reply.

And this time, he didn't let Yan Huanren wait too long. The hoarse and indifferent voice soon came from the depths of the darkness.

"This knife needs to be sacrificed with the blood of the descendants of the Yan bloodline, and after the knife drinks blood, it can get the power of my divine power." The sound echoed in the cold wind for a long time.

Yan Huanren swallowed his saliva when he heard this.

"Sacrifice with blood? ...... "The dignified Yan King, who is pampered, has never been hurt at all. He lived for more than 50 years, and he never had a skin on his hand...... Even if the maid combed his hair and accidentally broke a hair, he would be punished.

At this time, he was suddenly told by the ancestor that he needed to sacrifice the knife with his own blood, so he naturally couldn't help but hesitate.

But soon, Yan Huanren gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Since it is the order of the ancestors, there must be no harm!

The knife blessed by the ancestor is an incomparably precious treasure, and if you can get the power of the ancestor, it is a great opportunity to create!

How can you hesitate because you are afraid of pain, because you are afraid of pain? It's hard to get the gift of the ancestors, and you definitely have to hold it firmly!

Swallowed saliva. Yan Beichen kept his hands on the belly of the knife and no longer groped for the handle above. He spread his palms open, and slowly slashed towards the belly of the knife.

With a little force, the sharp blade penetrates into the skin of the index finger, middle finger and thumb of both hands.

"Shhh ......" The blade cut into the flesh, and Yan Huanren immediately felt a hot pain coming from the wound.

Immediately after, a stream of warm liquid spilled out of the gap between his fingers and ran down his wrist.

He knew it was his own blood. For the first time in his life, he felt pain and the smell of blood...... It feels okay...... It's not as uncomfortable as I imagined, and it's bearable.

No longer caring about the pain, Yan Huanren withdrew his thoughts at this moment and silently stared at the knife in front of him that was held by his blood-stained hand.

He wanted to see what would happen when the knife drank his own blood. He wanted to see what kind of divine power the sword blessed by the ancestor would show!

One breath ...... Two Interest...... Three-interest ...... Five breaths have passed. Yan Huanren stared at the knife in his hand.

Within five breaths, nothing special had happened to him except to see that the knife still glowed a faint purple light in the darkness.

"What's going on? …… Why hasn't there been any change...... Isn't the blood drunk by the knife enough? Yan Huanren, who was puzzled, continued to stare at the knife in the dark.

Until the eighth breath. He finally felt the abnormality! The purple glow on the knife began to flicker. Twinkle and twinkle, flickering to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Then, in the deepest part of his consciousness, he suddenly had a very wonderful feeling. I and this knife have formed a whole!

The knife is Yan Huanren, and Yan Huanren is the knife. Immediately after, he felt a huge power appear out of thin air in his body!

This huge force, in an instant, gave Yan Huanren a kind of fighting spirit and courage that could open up the world and turn the river and the sea.

It's like a dream. Thoughts that had never appeared in my head before, now all rolled in my mind!

At this moment, Yan Huanren held the knife and slowly stood up from his knees. A majestic aura erupted from his body.

In the dark, the eyes glowed purple...... Yan Huanren lowered his eyes and stared at the treasure knife in his hand. There was a strange smile on that face full of warlike intent.

After a long time, he muttered to himself:

"This feeling! …… It's so nice!! ”