Chapter 187: fate

The blood curving knife headquarters is stationed.
In a stone fort, the wine and meat are fragrant, and the core high-rises of the blood-curved knives gather together to celebrate the harvest of the old knives and other people in the ruins.
I don't know what Osiris has done, the ruins are gone, the old knife wind, the six life pool masters, Doria and others, they are also obscured by the things after entering the relics.
They can't say what they have encountered in it, but everyone is full of harvest.
Witch iron has the least harvest.
He even calmly let the old knife and other people check his wristband. There are only some gold ingots, jewels, and Yuancao in his bracelet, which is nothing but nothing else.
So his performance outside is a set of black armor, a pair of black boots.
This kind of harvest is so shabby, and immediately let the old knife wind lose their interest in investigation.
And the old knife winds them...
Everyone is a jewel of jewels, at least a complete set of complete armor, as well as supporting swords and other ancient treasures.
The most knives of the old knife, he got a total of 36 sets of armor, weapons, several powerful ancient treasures, and even a mausoleum guards summoned barracks.
It’s Wu Wu’s encounter with them, the kind of wolf head warrior who can’t kill.
The old knife wind has a black pyramid of slap-sized size. As long as it is filled with various rare materials, all kinds of Yuan Jing, which contain a huge amount of energy, can continue to summon the kind of wolf head warrior.
Just returned to the blood curving knife station, the old knife wind will plug in almost all the rare materials and crystals in the treasure chest of the blood curving knife, and immediately summoned 3,000 heads of black wolf heads that are three meters wide and three meters wide. warrior.
These wolf head warriors are strong and powerful, and as long as the little pyramid is not destroyed, they will hardly be destroyed.
Although their combat power only has the level of one or two heavens, the characteristics of never ruining have made them extremely difficult.
What is even more frightening is that they can form a battle array, summoning black air and sand to entangle the enemy, let the enemy move slowly, and even gradually drained mana and blood, and eventually become a dry mummies.
Three thousand jackal warriors form a battlefield, and even the masters who have entered the life of the pool are hard to resist, let alone the monks who are ordinary and heavy.
The old knife wind and others raised their glasses, and they laughed loudly, and they sipped their wines with a big mouth and sipped their faces.
Wu Tie knew clearly that Osiris had said to him that the old knives had the things they had outside, and Osiris gave them some ‘inherited species’ in the way of rewarding the deceased.
The so-called inheritance is the practice of cultivation, which is the mystery of the gods.
The inheritance given by Osiris is not as good as the old swords.
But look at the old knife wind, then look at the six heavy-duty monks around him, and Dora's little white face, they are just crazy to brag about their own armor, gods, treasures on the way of the dead. No one mentioned the inheritance that he had obtained.
This is, man!
In particular, look at the performance of the old knife wind and the six life-skilled masters who are brothers and sisters, one by one can be the feelings of the other side of the ribs... Wu iron sitting on the side laughing loudly, the mouthful of the mouth liqueur.
The quality of the wine is not very good, it is made by the slaves of the blood curving knife.
Blood curving knives are good at home robbing, and they don't have this talent for organizing production.
Therefore, the wine can barely enter the throat, the bitterness of the wine is hot and sour, and the taste is very poor, but the alcohol content is quite high, which is very suitable for the rough cargo to kill and kill.
Suddenly, the harvest tree that has been integrated with Wu Tierong moved.
Wu Ting’s heart flashed, and he put a finger into the wine jar he was holding. His fingertips flashed a glimmer of green light, and the fruit of the harvested tree was bright. A bit.
A strange energy flowed into the jar along the fingers of Wu Tie.
A faint scent of fragrance floated out of the jar, and Wu Tie hurriedly banned the air around the body, preventing the fragrance from drifting away.
He lifted the jar and took a sip of wine. He only felt the mellow and smooth, and the inferior wine in the jar actually turned into a top-grade vintage... This harvest tree actually used only the effort of the fingers, let Such a bad wine is a great one that is comparable to a hundred years old!
‘The Harvest Tree’!
Wu Tie seemed to nod and nodded. He grabbed the jar and drank the wine inside. He smashed the empty jar of fragrant fragrance into the ground.
He grabbed another altar and bad wine.
This time, he did not use the power of the harvest tree to turn the bad wine into a fine wine, but 'haha' smiled and poured the bad wine in the jar all over himself, and the bad wine with a pungent alcohol smell sprinkled. On the ground, the scent of the empty jars was completely covered.
Laughing and pouring a jar of wine on the body, smashing the jar of wine on the ground, Wu Tie stood up and shouted: "The big head, we got so many baby this time, and those who can't fight, hit Not bad dog-headed soldiers help... We, as good as, directly destroyed the Golden Undead!"
The high-level screaming, drinking, and knives were suddenly quiet.
The old knife wind has distributed the armor and the ancient soldiers that he got from the relics. Dozens of blood curving knives are wearing glittering, jewel-like armor, and the singular swords of the gods are hung around the waist. God is like the chicken blood.
In their hearts, they also rolled the thoughts of Wu Tie.
Wu Tie simply clarified what they thought in their minds. For a time, many people stood up and stared at the old knife.
The old knife wind wiped a thin cheek, and said in a serious way: "That is the guard of the mausoleum, the wolf warrior, the jackal, not the kobold... well, although they are almost the same."
The little black pyramid was suspended in the side of the old knife wind. The old knife turned his face and smiled and turned to look at Doria sitting next to him.
"Doria... You said, is it necessary for Laozi to join hands with gold, silver, bronze and three ghosts?" The old knife and the wind squirted a dozen black spurts from the small pyramid, and it became a roll on the ground. More than a dozen Hulves warriors.
These jackal warriors shimmered with dark green light, holding a splendid spear, and staring at Doria.
Doria’s hand with a glass of wine shivered slightly.
He bit his teeth, and there was a mess in his heart.
To be honest, he spent a great price, and this made a prediction for the blood curving knife, which was full of confidence and personally convinced the old knife.
But he never dreamed that the ancient ruins under the blood curving shovel were so...the gods.
He couldn't remember what happened in the ruins.
But the hyperthyroidism on his body, and the ancient treasures he got, are real.
In particular, in his mind, there is also a practice method called "Dark Truth".
This "Dark Truth" is embarrassing, evil, and the darkness is at its extreme. He has cultivated a little in the ruins, and he knows that this is a martial cultivation practice, and he is even more powerful than the practice he is currently majoring in. How many.
He has such a creation, so the old knife wind has more harvest than him.
Even with the simplest ideas to figure it out.
He only got three sets of armor, and the old knife wind brought 36 sets of armor, a large number of weapons, and even a barracks that summoned the guards of the tombs. Then, the old knife winds have also obtained similar cultivation skills. The law is stronger than the Dark Truth and will not be weak.
Wu Tie stood on the side and laughed aloud: "Ha ha ha, this little white face, he estimated that there is no budget, can we get such a big benefit from the ruins?"
After a big laugh, Wu Tie slammed his feet.
A low roar came from behind him. In the black gas, a huge bull's head emerged in the black air. The big head of the bull's head flickered, like a living creature staring at Doria.
Witch iron laughed loudly: "I am in the ruins of the guns, except for a pair of armor, a pair of boots, I have a gunman..."
The old knife had a heavy cough, and the eyelids picked it up and squinted at Wu Tie.
Wu Tie closed his mouth very well. The bulls with a diameter of several feet behind him stared at Doria. The blood from the two large eyes made the air around Doria solidify and became It is as hard as steel.
Entering the ruins together, the six life pool masters who came out with treasures quickly glanced at each other.
They don't move their skin, but their eyes are flickering. As old folks who have been with each other for many years, they suddenly know that they have gotten good things in addition to the armor.
Everyone has also made up their minds, and the exercises obtained from the remains must be the unique work of their own.
No one wants to find any news from himself, and no one wants to get a little benefit from his own hands.
Hey... this silly dragon man, how did he tell this thing?
Six people quickly exchanged their eyes.
When they looked at the top of the other blood curving knives in the hall, they were a bit scornful and disdainful.
Destined, after they have passed the inheritance in the ruins, their strength will advance by leaps and bounds. These old brothers who have not entered the ruins... For example, Niu Man, for example, Tang Qi, they are no longer qualified to be equal to themselves.
In the future, the real core of the blood curving knife, only a few of them, right?
Of course, this matter is not urgently clarified for the time being, and everyone's strength has become stronger. After the blood curving knife has unified the black snake domain, it will come out and make it clear.
This kind of great feat of the black snake domain...
Tang Qi, Niu Man, these guys, they are the thugs of the charge trap, the final victory fruit is irrelevant to them.
The old knife's eyes flashed, and he looked at everything.
He was even more keenly aware that the six old brothers who had entered the ruins, and the old buddies who stayed outside, seemed to have been divided into two camps.
He suddenly lost his heart...
This is very good...
Wu Tie was exposed. He got a powerful secret from the ruins. The bull's head was full of anger, and the air around him could be banned. The emptiness was a shackle. This magical power is very powerful, but it is no different.
What about the other six people... God knows what they got?
If they get more inheritance than the old knife wind... then the old knife wind wants to sit on the throne of the scimitar, and said that they should not rely on these old brothers who did not enter the relics.
The old knife wind sighed in his heart.
He looked at Wu Tie, and the corners of his eyes swept over the six old brothers, and he could not help but curse in his heart... If these people are dead in the remains, only he is alive, is this a wonderful thing?
Of course, don't worry about it now.
The old knife smirked at Doria, who was stiff and unable to move. He stood up and walked slowly to Doria. He looked down at Doria, sitting in a chair: "Doria, you think, we still Is it necessary to join forces with the Golden Undead?"
Wu Tie ‘嘎嘎’ smiled, and the imaginary shadow of the bull head behind him gradually dissipated.
This bullish illusion is not the inheritance that Osiris gave him, but the magical power that he realized when he merged with the harvest tree. The appearance of this method is somewhat similar to the inheritance of Osiris, so he made it deliberately.
The white light of Doria's nephew flashed, and he instantly thought of a lot.
He sighed softly and shook his head and sighed: "In order to win the three leaders of the Golden Undead, I also spent a lot of energy, pointing them into a relic of the Taikoo. They also have a lot of gains inside.

With a wry smile, Doria whispered: "But I didn't expect... In my prophecy, the relic of the blood-curved knives in the ground, the benefits that you bring should be the same as the gold undead..."
"Where is the problem? Let my predictions become..." Doria sighed: "Destiny, it is not that our small existence can easily touch..."
Wu Tie touched the spider-shaped pendant hanging on his chest.
The old iron crystal brain is lying quietly inside.
He looked at the white crack in his seat.
If there are variables, if the fate really exists, then the remains of the blood-curved knives are changed by the influence of Wu Tie?
Osiris told Wu Tie that his sleeping tomb is a random drifting creature.
It is very likely that at the time of Doria's prophecy, this ancient ruins of the blood curving knife is just an ordinary Taikoo ruins.
But Wu Tie came, and the moment that Doria entered the blood curving station, Osiris’s sleeping mausoleum drifted here, replaced, or swallowed up the original remains?
Who knows?
This is fate! Unpredictable fate, let Doria have a headache.
Doria took a deep breath, then he stood up and looked at the old knife very seriously: "I feel that you are the lucky one who is really favored by fate. Why do I still be destined to lose? Is it a waste of energy?"
Doria took a deep sigh of the old knife: "I am willing to use all my energy to help you become the supreme master of the Black Snake."
Wu Tie laughed out loudly: "The who kill the golden undead!"
The high-rises of many blood curving knives laughed at the same time, and they raised their glasses and smiled brilliantly.
It’s just that their eyes are flashing and no one knows what they are thinking.