A strong wind struck, and the trident that was inserted upside down on the cave wall just now flew over again, although it was no longer sharp, but the weight could be there, if it really hit someone, it was estimated that it would be at least a fracture, and a serious life would be lost. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wushuang looked at it and quickly put it down. The speed at which the trident flew was too fast, it happened to fly towards Wushuang's throat with the three tips of the halberd blade, and it was almost too late for Wushuang to dodge after putting down the halberd, and besides, this is not the ground, there is not much space in this dark passage, where can you hide again?

In desperation, Wushuang's head tilted, and the trident wiped along the bridge of Wushuang's nose against his hair. At this moment, Wushuang's hands grabbed the body of the trident's rusty halberd, trying to use his brute force to control him.

I don't know what power this thing is controlled by, its power is obviously stronger than Wushuang, but instead of controlling it, Wushuang was directly overturned by it with its inertia.

The trident turned upside down and stabbed Wushuang down in the throat again, and at this time, Wushuang clenched its halberd with both hands, trying to control it. But it was all in vain, that force was not something that a mortal like him could resist, it was almost like hitting a stone with an egg.

Buzzing...... Buzzing...... A dragon roar sounded, coming from the halberd's body. This is a treasure weapon, only a treasure weapon can make a dragon groan, and the unparalleled cold blood blade can also do it, but the cold blood blade is too weak compared to it.

"Damn!" Wushuang cursed secretly, trying to activate the power of blood from his body again as before to fight against the ancient artifact.

Isn't the blood spirit already leaving his body with Antumei's departure? Do you still have it? Wushuang's heart suddenly cooled half, could it be that the heavens are dying of me?

It was an invisible tacit understanding, or rather, just a wisp of thought in his heart, and this was how he used to control the power of the blood spirit at will. I never thought that at this moment, there was really a cold coming from Wushuang's hands that were holding the halberd tightly, it was endless cold, and in an instant, the halberd body was frozen, forming a layer of ice.

It turned out that the dream was true, Antumei came back, she lived back in her body, fused with herself again, and she could have the divine power of the four ancient emperors again. Wushuang didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but at least at this moment, he had the capital to fight against this ancient artifact.

The endless cold froze the trident, and with a thud, a large lump of ice fell to the ground. Wushuang stared blankly at his hands with endless energy, thinking in his heart, it seems that the manly husband still has to do what he promises. Antumei had already saved himself no less than five times this time, hadn't he? He had promised in his dream to take her to the abyss.

Anyway, I owe her, and I still can't pay it off. Let's talk about the future later.

He picked up the torch that had fallen on the ground, and looked at it again, and found that this secret passage had reached the end of here, it seemed to be an underground dark room, and in front of it, there was an altar, and the altar was made of broken stone, and because the altar was high, it was impossible to see what was enshrined on it. However, it is certain that Na Xiu's fainting during the attack is inseparable from the things on the altar.

"Kuroko, look at your master here, I'll go up and take a look. Wushuang took the dagger and stepped step by step on the gravel altar.

This kind of altar is very old, since there are historical records, many dynasties and ethnic minorities hold sacrificial ceremonies with the altar is all made of wood, some are more extravagant and made of gold, for example, the legend says that Liu Che, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, held a sacrifice to the sky after worshipping his brother Dadanyu, and the altar was made of pure gold.

The more noble the altar, the better, showing respect for the heavens and the gods. Anything that is conditional, it will certainly not be piled up with rubble, which indicates that this gravel altar is likely to have existed for thousands of years, and its age even dates back to antiquity.

As he stepped onto the gravel altar step by step, the rancid smell became stronger and stronger, and when his head reached out and the entire gravel altar was displayed in the vision, even the explorer Wushuang was completely frightened by the scene in front of him. This altar ...... This altar was actually piled up with countless white bones, and there were countless large gravel underneath, and countless white bones were covered with countless white bones, and the bones of the white bones were very scattered, and these corpses were probably thrown down by dismemberment, and then piled up and leveled by people.

There were countless animal skins on the human bone altar, and there was a figure in the middle of the animal skin blanket, the man hung his head, sitting cross-legged in the middle and facing Wushuang, Wushuang couldn't see what he looked like, and now he was dead or alive. But it's full of dead air, and there shouldn't be any living people.

The man was wearing a white shirt that resembled a ...... It is very similar to the clothing of a certain ethnic minority in the fifties and sixties of the older generation, and it is somewhat similar to the one worn by the patriarch when the Baoan clan sent off their relatives that day. Ouch...... Wushuang remembered, wasn't this dress what they saw on the portrait of Gongsun Granny? Could it be that she was ......

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, why are you here?" Wushuang did not dare to rush up, but stood at a long distance, stepping on the crisp human bone stick.

His height is completely disproportionate to his weight, not fat, but strong. The human bones under his feet have been thousands of years old, and they have long been corroded by the dry air, and the weight of the person is stepped up, and there is a sudden click.

As a result, he could imagine that Granny Gongsun did not reply to him, nor did she smile kindly at him like she did just now, but still sat cross-legged on the white bone altar and did not move.

He waved the torch and found that the innermost part of the altar was an ancient weapon shelf, which looked like it should be carved from nan wood, and only one blade could be placed on the weapon shelf, and looking at its outline, the size of this blade must be not small. Needless to say, it's the trident.

It turned out that the sacrifice on this white bone altar was not a god, but an ancient artifact.

This mother-in-law is the descendant of Gongsun Xuanyuan, and she is about to sit and die in front of this ancient weapon, which means that this weapon is a blade in the hands of the ancestors. Don't...... Could it be ...... This is the trident in the hands of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor? In this way, the golden-armored general on the mural of the secret path just now is Gongsun Xuanyuan!

"Damn, this big iron gada seems to be worth a lot, it's a pity, Lao Tzu can't move!" Wushuang looked back at the frozen trident below.