Doomsday Rise

"This is the mace? Before our son—" Yan'er suddenly realized something, and stopped talking.

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" The little crow was deeply shocked, his white eyes the size of mung beans were sometimes dazed, sometimes angry, sometimes disappointed, and kept repeating the word "impossible" in his mouth. Didn't notice Yan'er's abnormality.

After looking for something for thousands of years, he finally found it right under his feet, something he saw every day, but he didn't know it was what he was looking for. This feeling made him feel so sad that he wanted to cry.

He can't take it.

Liu Wei'an's fingers hovered in the air, ancient runes flashed, disillusioned, flashed, disillusioned... Mysterious and powerful power spilled out gradually, even though there was only a small amount, it was enough to shock people. Liu Weian was completely immersed in the fun of the runes, and no longer knew about the outside world.

The complete symbol means 'disease', and 'disease' means 'fast'. With previous experience, he mastered this symbol in almost a dozen breaths, practiced and evolved it in his mind, and finally became his own.

After mastering the 'disease', he wanted to study the two broken symbols, but found that they were not connected with the broken mace he got before, and could not form a complete symbol, so he had to give up.

The weight of the broken mace is about the same as the one I got before. After eating the meat ganoderma, my strength has increased a lot without knowing it. Holding the broken mace no longer feels strenuous, but it is somewhat inconvenient. He landed a 'light' character on it, and it immediately became light and ethereal. Looking at the little crow: "Is there anything else here?"

"It's gone, you've got the best things, what else do you want?" The little crow was annoyed, seeing Liu Wei'an very displeased now.

"Does senior Cang Haiguo know?" Liu Weian asked suddenly.

"Of course I know, one of the top ten magic medicines. You still think about Canghaiguo, but it's a pity that Canghaiguo disappeared in the long river of history, and the King of Kings has been searching for it all his life but never found it. You, give up your heart." The little crow struck.

"No, we saw it when we came in, three, shining golden, like gold." Yan'er said.

"Nonsense." The little crow's expression changed.

"Really, many people saw it at that time." Yan'er said.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The Human King didn't get the canghai fruit at all. There can't be such a thing in his tomb. How could you see it? Could it be—" The little crow suddenly remembered a rumor, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Let's go out first." Liu Wei'an said, he couldn't get out before, because the formation in this space was too obscure for him to recognize. But mastering the character '病' is like opening a door, and the formation here is no secret to him.

"Follow my footsteps, you can't make mistakes." Liu Wei

An took Yan'er's hand, and the little crow simply landed on Liu Wei'an's shoulder. He was very anxious to go out before, but now he looks dazed and hesitant.

Liu Wei'an's pace is very strange, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes back. There is obviously no way ahead, but when he stepped down, a broad avenue appeared. The little crow stared at his small white eyes, and his attention gradually shifted from the canghaiguo to his eyes. When a different breath rushed over, he knew that he had come out. Looking back, the space that had trapped him for thousands of years was gone.

"You kid still has some skills." His tone was complicated.

"My lord is very powerful." Yan'er admired.

"I want to know about Canghaiguo." The little crow said.

"Let's talk after leaving here!" Liu Weian's expression was ugly. This place is a tomb passage, which is pitch-black, and there are soldiers guarding the tomb on both sides. The key is that the soldiers seem to be able to move.

The mud condensed on the surface shattered and fell down, a horrible breath overflowed, each strand was extremely heavy, Yan'er was relatively weak, and immediately felt short of breath, as if being pressed down by a mountain.

"What are you afraid of? Hack it to death." The little crow dismissed it.

"I don't have a knife." Liu Weian said.

"Slap to death." The little crow said.

"I've lost all my skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot, why don't seniors come?" Liu Weian looked at him.

"..." The little crow stared at him, "You are such a big villain, you actually lied to my old man. If my real body is still there, how dare these scumbags offend me? Hurry up and bleed—"

"Bleeding?" Liu Weian looked at him suspiciously.

"These are the clay figurines guarding the tomb. The lowest-level tomb guards will be lenient towards the descendants of the human race. After all, this is the tomb of the human king." The little crow quickly explained.

"Bleeding is enough?" Liu Weian asked.

"Get it in their mouths." The little crow said.

"How much?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"I don't know." The little crow said.

"..." Liu Wei'an said.

A clay figurine opened its eyes, and green light shot out. The entire passageway was illuminated with green, and the breath of iron and blood rushed over, like a tsunami that destroyed the world.

"Wow--"

Liu Wei'an and Yan'er vomited blood at the same time.

"Quick—" The little crow looked frightened.

"disease!"

Liu Wei'an bit his finger, and shot a drop of blood into the clay figurine's mouth. A miraculous thing happened, the blood seeped in, and then the clay figurine kept quiet, and the breath of the sky subsided instantly, as if it had never appeared before.

"disease!"

"disease!"

"disease!"

There were a total of four clay figurines in the passage, and Liu Weian fed each of them a drop of blood. After eating the blood, the clay figurines turned into clay figurines again, so don't embarrass them.

"Thank you King!" Yan'er put her hands together, very grateful.

"Thank you, if his blood wasn't useful, we would all be dead." The little crow was indignant.

"These are really just the most ordinary fighters?" Liu Weian looked at the little crow suspiciously.

"To the Human King, they are the most common fighters." The little crow's answer was specious.

"Senior, you must speak clearly, otherwise you will easily be killed by you." Liu Wei'an said. It is ordinary to compare with the king of people, why not compare with the king of people? What kind of person is the king of people, the king of people may not necessarily be one person among hundreds of millions of people. Compared with such people, no matter how ordinary a fighter is, he is an outstanding person.

The little crow is too unreliable.

"You kid concealed information, who knew you were so good?" The little crow said forcefully.

"Our young master doesn't cook, he's just injured." Yan'er couldn't see the little crow looking down on young master.

"This kid is introverted and bright, does he look a little injured?" Little Crow didn't believe it, he was not there, but his eyes were still there, no matter how he looked at Liu Weian, he didn't look like he was in his hands.

"Senior, have you ever heard of the Curse of Weeping Blood?" Liu Wei'an's heart suddenly moved. The little crow seemed very old, and there might be a way to break it.

"Three great curses of the blood race!" The little crow was startled, staring at the center of Liu Wei'an's eyebrows, and then put his wings against his eyebrows. After a while, his expression became serious: "It's really the curse of weeping blood. Strange, why didn't you die?"

"What is the blood race?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"You don't even know the blood race, how did you fall under the curse of weeping blood?" the little crow asked back.

"It's an elder of the Blood Clothes Sect who cursed me at the cost of his life." Liu Wei'an said.

"What is the Blood Clothes Sect? It's a mess. I've never heard of it. The Curse of Weeping Blood is one of the three major curses of the blood race. The foundation of inheritance is that except for the blood race, other races must suffer a lot of pain and die. It's strange that you live well." The little crow stared at Liu Wei'an with interest.

"Can senior solve the curse of weeping blood?" Yan'er looked at the little crow expectantly.

"Do you think I look like a vampire?" The little crow rolled his eyes.

"No, you are from the Bird Clan!" Yan'er was disappointed.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the depths of the goal, someone was doing it, and it was an extremely powerful person, the little crow's face changed: "Hurry up, someone has entered, don't let the king's inheritance be taken away by others."

When the wings fluttered, it shot out like lightning, and Liu Wei'an and Yan'er hurriedly followed behind.