Chapter 1042 (1/2)

”Cough!”

He coughed.

”Look up and say,” where is this

”I don't know.”

Ye Qingli shakes his head.

She looked up, too.

I don't know where the voice just came from.

Then, they all saw it, in the sarcophagus hanging above.

It's a black sword. Now, it's on it.

It's the handle of red sky of Ye Qingli.

Ye Qingli jumps up.

I want to take that handle off.

But it's like being sucked in.

It can't be pulled out.

”It's weird!”

Jun Aohan said.

Ye Qingli points to the chain on the edge of his finger.

”That eighth level beast is here to guard the coffin.”

You are proud, cold and thoughtful.

”A dead man can let the eighth level Warcraft guard his coffin. It can be seen that he must have been a powerful man before he died. ”

He looked up.

”Eh, there are words below!”

He looked carefully at the small words under the coffin.

Shocked and incomparably said: ”it turns out that this is the tomb of a generation of murderers.”

Xuanqi, thousands of years ago, is a famous God of death on this continent.

At that time, he relied on his famous sword, which was called blood refining.

Almost all over the continent.

No matter general, emperor, patriarch, patriarch

As long as they are strong in the mainland, almost all of them can't escape his sword.

The name of killing God spreads all over the world!