Blood Scimitar Headquarters.

The wine and meat smelled in a stone fort, and the core high-level officials of the Blood Scimitar gathered together to celebrate the harvest of Lao Daofeng and others in the ruins.

I don’t know what Osiris did, the ruins were gone without a trace. Old Daofeng, six masters of the Life Pond realm, Doria and others, and they also had a vague memory of what happened after entering the ruins.

They couldn't tell what they had encountered in it, but everyone gained a lot.

Wu Tie has gained the least.

He even calmly asked Lao Daofeng and others to check his bracelet. There were only some gold ingots, jewelry, Yuancao, and these things in his bracelet, and nothing else.

So what he gained from outside was a set of black armor and a pair of black boots.

This kind of harvest was so shabby that it immediately made Lao Daofeng and the others lose their interest in investigating.

And Lao Daofeng and the others...

Everyone is full of jewelry and treasures, and at least they have obtained a complete set of armor and matching swords and other ancient treasure weapons.

The old sword Feng, who had gained the most, obtained a total of thirty-six sets of armor, weapons, several powerful ancient treasures, and even a tomb guard summoned the barracks.

It was the kind of jackal-headed warrior who could not be killed or beaten.

Lao Daofeng got a black pyramid the size of a palm. As long as he kept filling it with various rare materials and various Yuan crystals containing huge Yuan energy, he could constantly summon the jackal-headed warrior.

As soon as he returned to the Blood Scimitar Station, Lao Daofeng stuffed almost all the rare materials and Yuanjing in the Blood Scimitar's treasure house, and immediately summoned three thousand jackal warriors who were three meters tall and covered with dark bodies.

These jackal warriors are strong in their bodies and have infinite strength. As long as this small pyramid is not destroyed, they will hardly be damaged.

Although their combat power is only at the level of the first and second level of Chonglou Realm, their never-destroying characteristics have made them extremely difficult.

What's even more terrifying is that they can form a battle formation and summon black air and sand to entangle the enemy, causing the enemy to move slowly, and even gradually drain their mana and essence, and eventually turn into a shriveled mummy.

Three thousand jackal warriors formed a battle formation, and even masters who had just entered the Life-College Realm could not resist it, let alone ordinary cultivators in the Chonglou Realm and the Secret Realm.

Lao Daofeng and others raised their wine glasses, talked and laughed loudly, and drank their wine in big mouthfuls, making their faces red.

Wu Tie knew in his heart that Osiris had told him that the external things that Lao Daofeng and the others had received were fine, and Osiris even gave them some inheritance seeds in a way that rewarded the dead.

The so-called seed of inheritance is the practice of cultivation, which is the secret technique of magical powers.

The inheritance given by Osiris is much more sophisticated than Lao Daofeng and his friends practiced now.

But look at the old sword wind, and then look at the six monks in the Chonglou realm around him, and Doria, the little face. They were just crazy about bragging about the armor, divine weapons, and treasures they came from on the path of the dead. No one mentioned the inheritance they had obtained.

This is, people!

Especially, looking at the performance of the old Daofeng and the six masters of the Life Pond realm, they all showed their passionate feelings that could thrust the other party with their blood... Wu Tie sat aside and laughed loudly, filling the wine with big mouthfuls.

The quality of the wine is not very good, it is brewed by the slaves raised by the blood scimitar themselves.

Blood Scimitar is good at robbing families, and they don’t have the talent for organizing production or other things.

Therefore, alcohol can barely enter the throat. The wine is bitter, sour and spicy, and has a very poor taste. However, the alcohol content is quite high, which is very suitable for these crude products that can be used to satisfy their cravings.

Suddenly, the harvest tree that had been integrated with Wu Tie moved.

Wu Tie's heart flashed with inspiration. He put a finger into the wine jar he was holding. A faint green light flashed on his fingertips, and the fruit made of emeralds on the Harvest Tree lit up.

A strange energy flowed into the wine jar along Wu Tie's fingers.

A faint fragrance floated out of the wine jar, and Wu Tie hurriedly imprisoned the air around his body, preventing the fragrance from floating away.

He raised the wine jar and took a sip of the wine. He felt that it was mellow and smooth. The poor wine in the wine jar turned into a top-notch aged wine... This harvest tree actually took only a blink of an eye to make such a poor poor wine a top-notch wine comparable to a century-old wine!

A tree of harvest!

Wu Tie nodded as if he had some insight. He grabbed the wine jar and drank the wine inside, and slapped the empty jar that emitted a faint fragrance to the ground.

He grabbed another jar of bad wine.

This time, instead of using the power of the Harvest Tree to turn bad wine into fine wine, he laughed and poured the bad wine in the jar all over himself, sprinkling the bad wine that emitted a pungent alcoholic smell on the ground, completely covering the fragrance of the fragments of the empty wine jar.

He laughed and poured a jar of wine on his body, slapped the jar of wine to the ground, Wu Tie stood up and shouted loudly: "Big leader, we have got so many treasures this time, and those dog-headed soldiers who cannot be killed or beaten to help the battle... We might as well destroy the golden undead directly!"

The senior executives of the Blood Scimitar who were making loud noises and drinking and having fun suddenly became quiet.

The old sword Feng had already distributed the armor he had obtained from the ruins and ancient soldiers. Dozens of high-level blood scimitars were wearing armor with golden light and pearly radiant energy. There were magical weapons and weapons with strange shapes hanging around his waist. Each of them was as energetic as chicken blood.

There were also thoughts like Wu Tie in their hearts.

Wu Tie simply understood what they were thinking. For a moment, many people stood up and stared at Lao Daofeng with their eyes fixed on him.

Old Daofeng wiped his thin cheeks and said seriously: "That's the tomb guard, the jackal warrior, the jackal, not the kobold... Well, although they look similar."

The small black pyramid was just hanging beside Lao Daofeng. Lao Daofeng turned around with a smile on his face and looked at Doria sitting beside him.

"Doria... Do you think I still need to join forces with the three ghosts of gold, silver and copper?" Old Daofeng bounced his fingers, and more than a dozen black gas spurted out from the small pyramid. When he rolled on the ground, he turned into more than a dozen jackal warriors.

The eyes of these jugwolves were flashing with dark green light, holding spears with strange shapes, staring at Doria with a smug look.

Doria's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth, feeling confused.

To be honest, he spent a lot of money to make a prediction about the Blood Scimitar, and then he rushed to convince Lao Daofeng with confidence.

But he never dreamed that the ancient ruins under the Blood Scimitar Station were so... magical.

He couldn't remember what happened in that ruin.

But the armor on him and the ancient treasures and magic weapons he obtained were real.

Especially, there was another practice method called the Dark Sutra in his mind.

This dark scripture is bizarre, evil, and dark to the extreme. After practicing in the ruins, he knew that it was a terrifying cultivation technique, which was much more powerful than the martial arts he was practicing now.

With such luck, Lao Daofeng will gain more than he does.

Even if you use the simplest way of thinking.

He only got three sets of armor, while Lao Daofeng brought thirty-six sets of armor, a large number of magical weapons, and even a camp that summoned the guards of the tombs... Then, Lao Daofeng must have obtained similar practice techniques, which are only stronger than the Dark Sutra and will not be weaker.

Wu Tie stood aside and laughed: "Hahaha, this little guy, he probably didn't have a budget. Can we get such great benefits from that ruin?"

After laughing loudly, Wu Tie stomped his feet suddenly.

A low roar came from behind him. As the black air swelled, a huge bull head quietly emerged in the black air. The bull head's huge eyes flashed with blood, staring at Doria like a living creature.

Wu Tie laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Gun, I am in that ruin. In addition to a pair of armor and a pair of boots, Master Gun, I also got a door..."

Old Daofeng coughed heavily, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Wu Tie sideways.

Wu Tie cooperated and closed his mouth. The bull head several meters in diameter behind him stared at Doria tightly. The blood light emitted from the two huge eyes made the air around Doria solidify, becoming as hard as steel.

They entered the ruins together, and the six masters of the Life Pond Realm who came out with the treasures quickly looked at each other.

Their faces remained motionless, but their eyes were flashing. As old friends who had been with each other for many years, they immediately knew that everyone had good things inside except for the armor...

Everyone also made up their minds that the skills they got from the ruins must be their own unique skill.

No one can find any information from themselves, and no one can get any benefits from themselves.

Tsk... Why did this foolish dragon man tell me about this?

The six people exchanged their eyes quickly.

When they looked at the other high-level blood scimitars in the hall, they looked a little contempt and disdainful.

It is destined that after they obtain the inheritance in the ruins, their strength will improve by leaps and bounds. These old brothers who have not entered the ruins... For example, Niu Man, Tang Qi and others are no longer qualified to be on par with themselves.

From now on, there are only a few of them in the true core senior management of the Blood Scimitar?

Of course, there is no need to make it clear about this matter for the time being. When everyone's strength becomes stronger, the Blood Scimitar will unify the Black Snake Domain and then come out and explain it clearly.

The great achievements of unifying the Black Snake Domain...

Tang Qi, Niu Man and others, just act as thugs in the charge trap. The final fruit of victory has nothing to do with them.

Old Daofeng's eyes flashed, and he saw everything in his eyes.

He even noticed keenly that the six old brothers who had entered the ruins and the old guys who stayed outside seemed to have been clearly divided into two camps.

He felt relieved...

That's great...

Wu Tie was exposed. He obtained a powerful secret technique from the ruins. The bull's head was full of evil spirits, and could also imprison the air around people and turn the void into shackles. This kind of magical power is very powerful, but it is just that.

What are the other six people... God knows what they have got?

If the inheritance they received was stronger than Lao Daofeng... Then Lao Daofeng wanted to firmly sit on the throne of the leader of the Blood Scimitar, he might have to rely on these old brothers who had not entered the ruins.

Old Daofeng sighed in his heart.

He looked at Wu Tie, and glanced at six old brothers from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but curse in his heart... If these people died in the ruins and he was the only one who came out alive, how wonderful would it be?

Of course, don't worry about these things now.

Old Daofeng looked at Doria, whose body was stiff and unable to move, and stood up, walked slowly to Doria, and looked down at Doria sitting on the chair: "Doria, do you think we still need to join forces with the Golden Dead?"

Wu Tie smirked, and the phantom of the bull head behind him gradually dissipated.

This bullhead phantom is not the inheritance of the martial arts that Osiris gave him, but the magical powers that he had learned when he merged into the Harvest Tree. The appearance of this martial arts is somewhat similar to the inheritance of Osiris, so he specially used it.
To be continued...