After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...
Yan Jiu then noticed another style of ancient tomb.
There is a magic spell to obscure the view on the tomb wall.
The formation seals countless souls, all of whom were wicked and committed heinous crimes in their previous lives.
and.
Their souls were all entangled with the tomb owner. They were from the same era as Turanyi and had entanglements with him, so there was no one else but those gossiping sycophants.
However, while Wu Jiu's illusions could deceive others, they could not intimidate these souls.
so.
What is it that's intimidating these old guys?
After making sure that her body was alright, Yan Jiu followed the level of terror shown by the spirits on the tomb wall and returned to the underground.
The black wooden coffin hung motionless in mid-air.
If it weren't for the gleaming red thread on it, she would have thought she had picked the wrong coffin.
Otherwise, if she didn't sense any threat from the coffin in her human form, why could she sense a threat from her soul form?
Yan Jiu searched carefully.
She then realized that what threatened her was not the coffin, but a long knife hidden underneath it.
It was a seven-foot-long sword with a three-foot-long blade and a four-foot-long handle.
Yan Jiu merely touched it lightly.
The soul was burned.
Yan Jiu looked at the smoking hand and became excited as if she didn't feel any pain, wanting to take out the knife.
I thought it would be difficult to remove the knife.
Unexpectedly, it was as easy as brushing off dust.
Yan Jiu held the horse-slaying sword, which was as tall as her, in her hand, and did not let go even as her soul was being burned.
She gripped the knife hilt with one hand.
He held the scabbard in one hand.
Spread your arms out.
The blade, which had not seen blood for a long time, was brought back to light.
The blade was long and narrow, thin and sharp, its surface as shiny as a mirror, yet it exuded a chilling aura.
An ancient Chinese text states, "The 'Mo Dao' is a long sword."
The Zhanmadao (horse-slaying sword) was hailed by later generations as the king of swords.
Yan Jiu looked at the coffin and guessed that the knife was Tulanyi's personal weapon.
Besides tens of thousands of sorcerers and magicians, this knife is also stained with the blood of countless people from enemy countries.
so.
Only demons and monsters will die if they touch it.
Yan Jiu didn't know why.
I don't want this knife to be placed in a museum.
then.
Without hesitation, she took possession of the sword and stored it in her system space.
The next moment.
Without the pressure of any deterrent, the spirits within the tomb walls frantically tried to escape.
Yan Jiu smiled and took out the peach wood sword.
"I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you run first~"