The moment I took the box, my expression was struggling, "No, it's too expensive!"

"I won't change it, you give me back the elixir."

The girl in Tsing Yi was anxious, as if she was protecting a baby, and tightly covered the small medicine bottle in her hand, "Buy and leave, you big man, how can you go back on your word with a woman-like mother-in-law?"

There is a good saying, when it comes to the fat in the mouth, no one is willing to lose it.

Looking at the anxious appearance of the girl in Tsing Yi, I smiled secretly in my heart, but deliberately pretended to be distressed, pointing to the bronze bump next to me, "I suffered a big loss by buying it like this, then you have to give this thing to me, otherwise we will break up."

It seems that the bronze bump is not important in the eyes of the girl.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was just a broken piece of copper and iron, you just take it."

I took the bronze bump, immediately left the stall quickly, and took Zhao Dailei to a nearby corner where no one was around.

Zhao Dailei chuckled, "Mr. Zhuge , you fell in love with this unknown bronze artifact as soon as you came up."

I was startled, "How do you know?"

"I'm a professional businessman. As long as it is a matter of buying and selling, it will not escape my eyes." Zhao Dailei said gently, "Next time if there is something to bargain for, you can hand it over to me, so that I can do my best."

I carefully held the copper pimple, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a ritual artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, a sacrificial bronze sword used by scholars, because it has not been infused with spiritual power for a long time, the entire sword body curls up into a ball, forming a copper pimple."

On the copper bump, there is a strong forbidden atmosphere, it is estimated that the owner of the tomb used his own strength to seal the bronze before he died, the purpose is not to want this spiritual weapon to become refined, break open the cave and leave.

With the infusion of spiritual power in my body, the bronze bumps slowly unfolded like a sponge soaked in water, turning into a seven-foot-long rusty bronze sword.

Zhao Dailei's beautiful eyes widened, "Oh my God, it's the same as magic."

In ancient times, castings were made of human blood, usually to kill tomahawks and death row prisoners, and the soul was integrated into the sword body, making the sword more charming.

There are powerful swordsmiths, in order to pursue their lives, to forge peerless swords, willing to enter the casting furnace, so as to forge peerless swords, the most famous of which is the cadre Mo Xie.

The one I picked up was watered with ordinary blood. Although it is not as good as a peerless sword, it is also a precious treasure!

After the spirit sword had the power in its body, it immediately let out a buzzing and trembling sound, and the patina on the surface of the body was peeled off little by little, revealing the sword body that flickered with cold light.

I saw that at the position of the hilt of the sword, two words were written - Zhenyin

"Zhenyin Sword, good name."

I tried to do two laps, and I was satisfied with my back behind me.

Although I don't know how to use swordsmanship, even if I hold this thing, it is very powerful.

In addition to the three charms, he also accidentally obtained a Zhenyin sword from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, which was a surprise.

Now, I have the inheritance of the Zhuge family in my mind, and the cultivators in the demon capital who got the news probably want to kill me and take the treasure.

Even if I wanted to go shopping for a while, the situation would not allow it, so I could only return the same way with Zhao Dailei.

At the corner of the street, I saw the strong man with an iron cage on his head and a coffin on his back.

He put the huge coffin in the middle of the road, opened the coffin with a bang, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The female corpse with a broken head brought from the Wuhou Temple, whoever likes it will take it cheaply!"

The coffin opened, and a familiar breath came from inside, leaving my brain blank.

A group of people gathered around to watch the excitement, and some people whispered, "This guy has something wrong with his head, and in the past two days, he has to come over and shout every day."

"Who knows, maybe it's because you can't raise a corpse, and the corpse qi enters the body and affects your consciousness."

"yes, it's bad luck for anyone to do anything with half a corpse."

"Everybody go away, be careful of being hurt by this guy's madness!"

Everyone stepped back, and I rubbed my reddened eyes, resisted the trembling of my heart, and approached the open coffin.

Inside the coffin, a female corpse wearing jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket lay down.

The female corpse had no head, strangulation marks were faintly visible on her neck, and there was a red mole on her wrist.

In fact, I don't need to look at this red mole, I can recognize it at a glance, this is my mother's body.

The feeling of blood being thicker than water, the pain of being pricked by needles in my heart, and breathing like a blockage in my throat, convinced me that it was the feeling of seeing the corpse of my own mother!

Suddenly, the corpse's fingers moved, and he quickly wrote a word on the coffin, "Run!"

At the same time, there was a sound of breaking wind behind me, and I subconsciously dodged to dodge.

The lid of the coffin, which was more than five meters long, grazed the bridge of my nose and smashed heavily on the ground, splashing dust.

"Haha, descendants of the Zhuge family, you have finally taken the bait!"

The iron cage man's throat sounded as hoarse as a mechanical.

He is nearly two meters tall, carrying a huge coffin board on his back, and has a full deterrent effect, which makes people can't help but palpitate.

The people around me fled in panic, and Zhao Dailei was staggered by the flow of people, and she struggled to run towards me in the direction of the flow of people.

"Mr. Zhuge !"

"Leave me alone, run!"

I shouted at the top of my voice, and the lid of the coffin fell again!

I stepped on the maze step, dodged again, and the thunder in my palm surged, booming and booming, and smashed on the head of the man in the iron cage.

The iron cage with the chains behind it made a crackling thunderous sound, and it crouched down in pain to cover its head, and I could see that there was a 'flame-shaped red inscription on the top of his head.'

It turned out to be a guy from the Yin Corpse Sect, no wonder he looked strange.

The Yin Corpse Sect is a particularly strange evil cultivator in the Xuanmen.

Ordinary metaphysical cultivation is to condense the power of Buddha, Tao, evil, etc. into the body, cultivate oneself, and strive to transcend heaven and earth.

There are some special ones, such as the Zhuge family's cultivation of heaven and earth spiritual power. There are also some sword cultivators, swordsmen, who enter the Tao with swords.

But the Yin Corpse Sect is particularly strange, they don't cultivate themselves, from the moment they entered the sect, they carried a coffin with them, and spent their lives nourishing the corpse in the coffin, so that their bodies were full of corpse qi.

When the corpse was almost cultivated, they blocked the seven orifices, trapped the soul in the head, and asked others to cut off their own head and put it on the head of the yin corpse.