Chapter 1840

Qin Jun frowned tightly, his face changed, and he stepped back, staring at the corpse. Countless skeleton soldiers around him began to gather towards him.

Around the tomb, also began to gradually tremble, Qin Jun know, this tomb, I'm afraid it won't take long, will collapse down.

"Don't be alarmed, I don't want to embarrass you, and you don't need to be shocked. I still have a trace of memory. If I didn't save you and kill them, my tomb would have been stolen. I sleep here for a long time. I was destroyed by the soul, but it was caused by the thieves and ruined my mausoleum. Today, the thieves are finally removed, and I thank the strong men for their kindness. "

Crunch, crunch -

the mummies kneel down, clasping their fists, and the skeleton soldiers behind them all kneel down.

Qin Jun is also a face muddled force, completely did not encounter such a thing.

However, he probably understood the reason. The two wronged souls should be tomb robbers. They were trapped here by the tomb owner and wanted to revive their souls. But in the end, they were killed by themselves, and this corpse should be the tomb owner.

"No harm."

Qin Jun grinned bitterly. The corpse in front of him made him a little unbelievable. But he always believed that existence was reasonable. The existence of demons proved all this.

What exists must have its value and reason. Therefore, Qin Jun is not surprised when he sees strange things. Master told him a lot of stories in those years, all of which are legendary existence. According to the theory of ghosts and gods, heaven and earth are limitless, and there is always its destiny.

The thirteen needles of Guimen have been handed down by Guiguzi since then. Naturally, there is his truth. The theory of ghosts and gods has always been talked about by people. In the final analysis, it is also an inevitable existence.

"When the tomb collapses, I'll sleep here forever. I'm very kind. I'd like to present my sword to the hero. I hope you can accept it."

The mummy's voice, extremely hoarse, seemed to come from the depth of his throat, but it was full of gratitude.

The ancients attached great importance to love and righteousness, especially kindness. They rewarded each other with a drop of water, and even died without regret.

When the corpse turned around, he clapped his palm in the center of the Bagua platform. A long sword was inserted into the stone platform.

The cold light of the sword body is revealed, and the blade is cold. Qin Jun takes a breath and looks at the sword without blinking.

Although it is no longer the age of cold weapons, many people don't understand a man's obsession and love for sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, it attracted all the eyes of Qin Jun.

The corpse drew out his sword and burst into the chest like a roaring dragon and a roaring tiger.

Blood boiling, the same as the Star River overbearing, so that Qin Jun eyes.

Strong!

It's so strong!

The edge is clear, and the sword is powerful!

"This sword is called Seven Star Longyuan. It's a magic weapon that I've been fighting in the battlefield all my life. It cuts iron like mud, its Qi like rainbow, and its Qi like tiger. I belong to the loess, but the sword should not be left in the dust. I would like to thank you for your kindness. "

Every word of the mummy, though extremely hoarse, was sonorous and powerful, revealing his gratitude to Qin Jun.

Qin Jun was shocked when he watched the magic sword. At the beginning, his master had taught him how to use the sword, but in modern cities, the sword could not be used at all, so he never used it.

But this does not affect his love for the sword. In a man's heart, who has never dreamed of walking the world with a sword?