Just as Ruibo was thinking about it, suddenly a slight but sharp sound of metal breaking through the air came from outside the window.

Ruibo quickly flashed to the corner of the wall, not knowing whether it was a fast arrow shot from a heavy crossbow or a flying knife that was thrown like the killer king across the northwest.

Just a sound of slap was heard, and a large hole was cut in the thick screen window and velvet curtains, and a sharp blade with red light flew in from outside the window.

What surprised Ruibo was that the sharp blade was not nailed to the opposite wall after it penetrated the window, but was suspended in mid-air.

Is this the so-called "mount"? Ruibo felt even more and more incredible. He couldn't even say what such thing should be called in front of him.

It should be considered a scimitar or a dagger.

The strange-shaped blade looked like the most extreme of the scimitar used by the Thors.

Its arc is so large that it has obviously exceeded the semicircular shape, but its size is so small that Ruibo is sure that his dagger is much longer than this sharp blade.

This sharp blade, which is curved like a crescent moon, is so small that it can be easily held in the palm of your hand.

Another incredible thing is that the sharp blade has no grip, but is embedded at the end with two rings that can reach into the fingers.

The sharp blade flashed with a cold and cold light. It looked very thin, and there were extremely sharp blades on both sides of the inside and outside.

Looking at the strange dagger, Ruibo gasped. It was undoubtedly a terrible weapon. Although it was now quietly floating in the air, he could still feel the suffocating fierce aura.

Looking at this dagger, Ribo seemed to face the king of killers, Kelle. The strong murderous aura attached to this dagger was no less than that of the most terrifying assassin, the most terrifying killer.

Ruibo even doubted whether the red light flashed on the dagger was caused by the dagger absorbing too much blood from living people.

With a trembling mood, Ruibo carefully approached the dagger floating in the air.

Ruibo did not feel the power of the wind at all. Obviously, this dagger did not fly in the air by relying on the wind.

There are no gems inlaid on this dagger. Except for the unknown divine text engraved near the two circles, there is no presence of spells and magic circles in other places.

This is obviously completely inconsistent with the magic knowledge that Rebbo knows.

As far as Ruibo knows, the more powerful the magic, the more magical the magic items, it must have an unimaginable complex magic array and a large number of divine texts and spell talismans that few people recognize.

The metal life form and the invisible magic array all prove this.

Ruibo definitely does not believe that the blood magician can completely get rid of the existing magic system and find another completely different research path.

Although he was full of doubts, Ruibo still put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand into the two rings.

What made Ruibo feel too suddenly was that the dagger flew forward.

Dragged by the dagger, Ruibo's body rushed forward, and he almost fell to the ground with a staggering stumble.

Ruibo promptly used his arms to hold the wall, which stabilized his lost balance again.

After Ribo's fingers slipped out of the dagger, the dagger flew forward for a while and then stopped in the air again.

Now Ruibo finally understood what was going on.

I don’t know how to make this dagger, but it actually has a powerful force beyond imagination.

If you think of this dagger as a strong and powerful horse, you almost lose your weight. You can obviously be dragged and flew quickly in the air by this powerful dagger.

No wonder the blood-colored cloud group said it would send the best mount.

For himself, this dagger can indeed be regarded as an excellent mount. Although Ruibo has not tried it, he is almost certain that he is dragged and flew in the air by this dagger, which is definitely much faster than relying on his own power and using the flying cloak.

Thinking of this, Ruibo tightly held the collars of the flying cloak so that the cloak that was originally used to fly would become a burden.

Pressing down the brim of the cape, Ruibo didn't know if the wind would be too fierce when flying rapidly.

At the horse racing event, when he was sprinting with all his might, the oncoming wind once suffocated him.

After finishing everything, Rebe sang softly the spell taught to him by Master An Dili, allowing the wind elves to wrap his whole body tightly.

Pulling the curtain open and making everything ready, Ribo once again held the weird dagger.

Although he was fully prepared, the moment he flew out like a fast arrow, Ruibo's heart couldn't help but suddenly rise to his throat.

Although Ruibo often rode the thoroughbred horse and flew freely in the air in his cloak, he had become extremely indifferent to the feeling of speed.

But now he was still feeling dizzy during such a rapid flight, let alone the feeling of fear and worry.

Ruibo only felt the cold wind burrowing into his clothes from all directions, and even kept drilling into his nostrils and ears.

The two fingers that held the dagger tightly were already numb from the cold wind.

Ruibo seemed to feel his blood flowing rapidly towards his heels, and he felt that his body was gradually losing consciousness.

Just as Ruibo was increasingly worried about whether his numb arms could still support the flight, the dagger gradually slowed down.

Ruibo carefully raised his head and looked forward, and saw a forest of trees standing in front of him.

Ruibo felt that he was wiping the treetops and he was very worried that if the dagger passed through the dense canopy, he would suffer a lot.

However, his concern did not appear, and the rolling tree canopy suddenly revealed a gap.

Ruibo looked down hard. Although his eyes could see through the darkness, what surprised him was that there was still endless darkness under the darkness.

The dagger reached the center of the gap and then sank.

Rebbo's heart was once again raised to his throat, and he was waiting for his body to fall to the ground, ready to endure the pain of a violent impact with the ground.

But beyond his expectations, the imagined impact did not happen.

He was dragged by the dagger and plunged into a huge cave.

The cave is very deep. After about twenty or thirty meters near the entrance of the cave, the cave begins to tilt down.

Ruibo felt colder around him, and the crisp sound of water droplets hitting the rocks in his ears.

After flying down again for some unknown distance, Ruibo finally felt that the dagger gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, a little dim red light lit up in the darkness, and then the red light slowly extended and expanded.

It seemed as if it was burning around, the dim red light spreading illuminated the dark cave.

The dagger obviously did not intend to move forward, and Ruibo slowly fell to the ground.

However, he did not let go of the dagger, and he became more cautious in the danger.

Ruibo carefully pulled out a thin rope wrapped in metal wire from his cloak and tied it firmly into the ring at the end of the dagger.

This is just in case, Ribo definitely doesn't think that this dagger is just a unique and interesting mount, and the sharp blade must have a more direct effect.

Such a dangerous and terrible weapon naturally cannot be ignored.

Ruibo walked forward carefully with the dagger.

"Welcome to you, my respected guest." Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice came from the red light.

Ruibo looked in the sound and saw a thin old man standing in the dim red light.

The old man looked unanimous. His skin was dry and filled with crisscrossing wrinkles. His eye sockets were deep, as if they were two deep black holes.

Ruibo guessed that if he hadn't heard him speak, he would have thought that the corpse was standing there.

"Please come in, my guest, I hope this journey does not make you unhappy." The "corpse" turned around and walked towards the depths of the cave.

Ruibo followed closely behind with a nervous mood.

After walking forward for a moment, an altar suddenly appeared in front of him.

This altar is not very big, it is only the size of a dressing table. A magic array is arranged in the center of the altar, emitting a red light with burning eyes.

"Dear guest, please put the little baby who brought you here back to the altar." said the "corpse".

"Can you tell me what this is, and what kind of secret this dagger has? I can't see the existence of the magic that drives it to fly in the air from this dagger. Can you give me some answers?" Ruibo couldn't help but say.

"Talent and endless curiosity are the motivation to grow rapidly. I am very happy to see you. I am willing to answer any questions you have. We can have a good conversation and you will benefit from me." The "corpse" said slowly: "But please put your mount back on the altar first. It is its source of power. It must be exhausted and needs to be filled with energy that will bring you here."

Ruibo obeyed the words of the "corpse" and carefully placed the dagger in the center of the bright red light.

But he also kept a hand, and he quietly tied the other end of the rope to a corner of the altar.

There are countless bulges of sun-like rays cast around the altar, which are just used by Ruibo as a fulcrum for binding.

After doing all this, Ribo walked towards the "corpse".

After walking about ten meters, Ruibo's eyes lit up and a spacious cave was revealed before him.

"This place was originally an underground cave, but I opened it into a laboratory." The "corpse" said calmly.

Rebau looked around in surprise, and to his terrible sense that he suddenly saw a row of dry corpses standing against the wall.

Some of these corpses have shriveled and contracted, while others have become decayed and become dilapidated.

"Don't be afraid, my guest, what you see is not the corpses of the people you have hunted for me in the rumors. The corpses you see are all my body, or they were once part of my body." The "corpse" said slowly.

Ruibo looked at the powerful mage in front of him who was once called the Blood Demon in horror.

Suddenly he remembered that when his teacher mentioned the terrifying person in front of him, he once said that when he was most rampant and rampant, many people were killed by him at the same time in different places.

People at that time were puzzled, and many people even speculated that the Blood Magician had countless complicitors.

"Copy life?" Ribo murmured, and he suddenly understood the truth.

"What you have studied throughout your life is the replication of life?" Ruibo asked anxiously.

"Your eyes are quite sharp." The "corpse" exclaimed: "But what I really study is not to copy life, but to create a brand new life."
To be continued...