Zongxin suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes, and the inside of the coffin was indeed not a pair of white bones, but a person, a whole person, with skin and hair on his face...... It's exactly like a living person, and although this person is no longer breathing, it seems that he has only just died.

"How is it possible? The Eight Dragon Tomb is eight hundred years old, how can this person not be rotten?" Zong Xin immediately retreated, retreating to the door of the tomb before stopping, his face was really pale with fright.

What's going on? How could a person who had been dead for 800 years not rot? His body was covered with a layer of ice, and his whole body was in the state of being like he had just died a day or two.

Zong Xin pulled out his talisman sword, and then slowly reached into the coffin, pressing the blade against the dead man's neck. There wasn't a single pulse from the blade, and the man was indeed dead. Zong Xin knew that this was also in vain, this person had been lying in the tomb for eight hundred years, how could he be a living person? It must be a corpse, but he didn't understand how a corpse that had been eight hundred years old had not rotted.

Zong Xin took a closer look at the corpse, and the person lying inside was an old man less than 50 years old, with a white face and beard, and he was wearing a court robe who should be an official. Lying in the coffin, he held a long sky-blue knife in both hands.

The knife glowed faintly blue, and the blade was thin, but the blade still looked sharp, like a blue ice cube. Zong Xin lifted the knife in his hand and glanced at it, and then looked back at the knife held by the corpse in both hands......

"What kind of thing am I?" Zong Xin was very dissatisfied, with the handle of the knife in one hand and the blade of the knife in the other, he used his internal force to bend the knife easily.

Then he reached directly into the coffin and snatched the knife from the dead body's hand. If you want to say that you are bold, Zongxin is called second, and no one dares to call it first. Faced with a corpse that had not rotted for eight hundred years, Zong Xin dared to directly reach out and grab the knife.

Zongxin likes to use knives, and of course he wants to see a good knife. Anyway, the situation is like this, and it is difficult for the dead body in the coffin to sit up even if it wants to.

After holding this treasure knife, Zong Xin felt cold all over his body, and this knife was cold on its own, freezing so that his right hand was numb, as if he was holding an ice cube.

"It's such a cold knife~" Zongxin was uncomfortable holding it, but he didn't want to let go. He knew that this knife was a good thing, and a knife that was chilling from itself must be a treasure.

"Knife, I broke the formation of the Eight Dragon Tomb and let you out, in my hands you are a divine weapon, here you are just a funeral object. Do you want to kill people and drink blood with me, and make a name for yourself?"

The blade trembled slightly, making some 'buzzing' sounds. It seems that he understood Zongxin's words, but he still refuses to obey the discipline, and the cold is getting stronger and stronger.

At this time, Zongxin finally knew why the temperature near the Eight Dragon Tomb was cooler than other places, perhaps not because of the corpse in the coffin, but because of this treasure knife. This formation may protect this corpse, and this knife is also buried for this.

The cold air of the blade can freeze the corpse, and the corpse will not change after entering the frozen state, so there is this 800-year-old corpse. This knife is a treasure, and it must be tamed.

Zong Xin gritted his teeth and said: "The treasure knife recognizes the master, feeds the knife with blood, and lets you taste the blood of the poor monk." ”

Zong Xin directly stretched out his index finger to feed the knife, the blade of the knife cut through the index finger, and a drop of blood flowed out, and the blood went down the blade, every inch, the blade of the knife was honest one inch, and finally stopped at the blade hanging and not falling.

Zong Xin said with a smile: "The poor monk is called Zongxin, and he will be your master in the future." You have to recognize me as the master, drink this drop of residual blood, and the poor monk will give you a name, and you will be the number one sword in the world. ”

'Suck'

The blood on the blade was suddenly sucked in, and it did not fall. The blade of a drop of blood from the vampire sect letter gradually became not cold, but a warm stream came, and the index finger that was originally frozen was also unsealed, and the blood fell.

Zong Xin shook it casually, and put his index finger in his mouth again, this method is the most effective way to stop the bleeding. A drop of blood thrown out landed on the mouth of the corpse in the coffin, and this drop of blood immediately entered the mouth, but Zongxin did not find it.

Zong Xin had just gotten the treasure sword, and he was happy in his heart. Raising the sword above his head, the blue light excitedly illuminates the entire burial chamber.

"Okay, since you can suck blood and feel cold, how about your name 'Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife' in the future? Zong Xin didn't know how to choose a name, just look at the name of Tianya, and finally came up with a poem, and asked Guo Xin to choose a name in this poem, and finally choose Tianya. Zongxin originally wanted to call him 'Ritian'.

The blade of the knife made a 'buzzing' sound again, extremely unhappy with the name.

"The sword light has been hidden for 800 years, and it has not yet been born to cover the clouds. The blue knife is as beautiful as a human face, but it is a cold in the world. How about your name Ihan from today onwards?"

The blade is very calm, as if satisfied with the name. Zongxin is also very satisfied, from then on Yi Han is his own blade, I can't imagine that there is a divine weapon under the ancient tomb, I believe that there is no better knife in the world.

Zong Xin was also thinking, maybe this knife was just chilling, and the tomb owner let this knife accompany the burial in order to preserve the body. He also set up a formation in front of the tomb to prevent tomb robbers. This formation can condense yin qi, echoing the cold qi of the knife body, and the blade body has spirituality under the influence of yin qi, and after eight hundred years, it has become a treasure knife.

The sword has a spirit, and I will take it to the world in the future.

"Good, good knife. The poor monk came and waved his sword to see how sharp you were. Zong Xin didn't care about the dead body in the coffin at all, and immediately rushed out of the tomb, and waved the dragon slaying knife technique on top of the tomb.

Sure enough, it was a treasure knife, just held in the hand as if it was used by his own body, and the blade had its own true qi, and it felt infinitely powerful. With a flick, the sharp sword qi can cut through a stone a few meters away, and there is no need for even one's own true qi.

Distance...... Zhao Kuangyin arrived, but he didn't dare to appear. Zongxin slashed alone on the high platform, he ...... What the hell are you fighting with?

Zhao Kuangyin was really frightened and pale, sure enough, there are ghosts in this tomb, ordinary people can't see ghosts, but Zongxin is a high-ranking monk and he has mana, so he can see it. He was slashing ghosts with a knife, and he would have done a disservice if he went.

"I can't say no, if a youkai appears, maybe I can beat him with a stick, but what if a ghost comes out? I can't see it at all, and I haven't hit a ghost before......"

Zhao Kuangyin was about to cry, and finally mustered up the courage to rush over to help Zong Xin, but he didn't expect that he would provoke an invisible ghost. What to do?

No wonder, it is now daytime ghosts who dare not go out, because they are afraid of the sun, so they use dark clouds to block the sun's rays. A ghost who has been cultivating in the tomb for eight hundred years, if Zongxin can't win against him, he will be sent to death if he comes forward.

After Zong Xin danced for a while, he suddenly raised the knife above his head, and his mood was extremely happy. Originally, I didn't know why I came to the Eight Dragon Tomb, why I had to break this formation, and the process of breaking the formation was also very difficult. Now I finally know, because Ihan was waiting in the tomb, and it was because of Ihan's breath that I came to the Eight Dragon Tomb.

"Brother Zhao, since you're here, let's show up. "Zong Xin was very familiar with the Nine Heavens True Qi in Zhao Kuangyin's body, and he felt his presence from a long distance. It's just that I don't understand why Zhao Kuangyin has been hiding in the dark and secretly observing.

In fact, Zong Xin was also a little chilled, he couldn't imagine that so many people had all run away, even the two wives had run away, and in the end, there was only one Zhao Kuangyin who rushed back.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that they have been running back to the bamboo house and waiting for news. Originally, Zhao Kuangyin didn't want to come, but he was worried that he would die before he could help him ascend the throne and become emperor, so he ran back desperately. Just why did you stop halfway through?

Zhao Kuangyin whispered: "Is it over?

"Nonsense, how can there be demons and monsters in the world? I said a long time ago that you are too careful, I just tried the newly obtained treasure knife Yi Han, what do you think of this knife?" Zong Xin spoke in a loud voice, and Zhao Kuangyin could hear it clearly.

Zhao Kuangyin still didn't believe it, he must have been killing ghosts just now, Zong Xin was worried that he was afraid and only said that he was trying the knife. However, the knife in Zong Xin's hand is really good, the blue blade is faintly glowing, and it reveals an extremely strong cold air, the blade is slender and crystalline, and there is a faint white mist entwined, this is a good knife, and it can even be said that it is the best knife he has ever seen.

Zhao Kuangyin immediately stepped forward and asked, "Is this ...... Where did the knife come from? I've never seen such a good knife. ”

"Hmph~!There is a hidden tomb in the tomb, and you don't dare to come in, so this knife is mine. The name Yihan was just taken, and he drew the knife to blow the cold and drink blood to channel the spirit. The material is by no means made of ordinary fine iron, and I have never seen such a hard and cold thing. This crab-shaped tomb plus Yin Bagua can condense Yin Qi, Yi Han is naturally cold, and with these eight hundred years of Yin Qi entanglement, it has become a divine knife. Yi Han also knows how to choose his own name, just now I said a bad name Yi Han is still angry, can you think of it? ”

Zhao Kuangyin said: "Oh~ I really haven't seen it, and I haven't even heard of it at all." Oops~ I thought it was someone's tomb, but it turned out that the Eight Dragon Tomb was to hide this knife. If I knew this, I should have taken the first step, and you took advantage of it again. ”

Zong Xin waved his hand and said, "Nonsense, how can you build a tomb in order to hide a knife? And use such a strong formation to guard the tomb." There was indeed a corpse in it, because this Ihan was cold, and in order to prevent the corpse from decomposing, he put it in the coffin as a burial object. ”

"Oh~ I see. Zhao Kuangyin nodded and said: "So your knife Yihan is just a funeral item? Are there other funeral goods in it? By the way, there is a pair of white bones in the coffin." ”

"It's not ......" Zong Xin immediately shook his head and said: "Inside the coffin is a corpse, although it has been in the Eight Dragons Tomb for eight hundred years, this corpse is like the one that just died yesterday, and it is not decomposed at all. This should be the effect of Yi Han, because the cold is strong, so the corpse is frozen so that it will not rot for eight hundred years. ”

Zhao Kuangyin clutched his chest and said, "Zongxin, you should have chopped up the corpse inside the coffin with a knife first, right...... Even if it wasn't chopped, at least the head was cut off first. Don't tell me you didn't do anything but take out the knife. An eight-hundred-year-old corpse is not decomposed at all, and you don't even care about him, and take away the knife that freezes the corpse, and let the corpse be unsealed. You're so smart, you probably wouldn't do such a thing. ”

"Eh~~" Zong Xin said embarrassedly: "This ...... That man is already dead, so why should he be stabbed a few more times? There are no demons and monsters in the world, how many times will I say that you will believe it? A corpse is a corpse, and it is impossible to climb out of a coffin, and once again, there are no demons and monsters in the world. ”

"The Red Emperor is a monster, and the White Emperor is also a monster. Now that the White Emperor is still in your body, don't tell me that there are no demons and monsters in the world, no matter how you say it, I don't believe it. It's better to take a look at the corpse first and cut off his head as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless trouble. Zhao Kuangyin walked to the tomb with a stick, although the sky was dark, there were two lights in the tomb, and the contents could be clearly seen.