Chapter 131 Unlucky Hesda

"Liu Ying? What a strange name." Playing with this exquisite little tripod, the cold heart flew to the treasure. Is it the ancient book or this small tripod?

Cao Han was puzzled, and the possibility of Xiaoding was relatively high, because Cao Hanzhen can now clearly feel the inexplicable call from Xiaoding.

"chi chi~~~"

The black gas emerged spontaneously from the small tripod, and the darkness in the bedroom floated in the middle of the sky, and the tripod kept swallowing

With black gas, it is now mysterious and abnormal.

...

I thought something would happen next, but after waiting for several minutes, nothing happened. Liu Ying was still swallowing black gas. There was nothing else.

"If you want to find out, you have to let it recognize the Lord, or you will never know what it is for." The ugly dragon floated in again with a mocking voice.

"Recognize the Lord."

Squinting, the grass is cold, deep and sunny, staring at this small black tripod. Although the blood can recognize the master can make the magic weapon recognize the master, but the grass cold depth has also heard that the magic weapon is also good or bad. If you get some chicken ribs, it will be miserable.

Recognizing the Lord with blood is sharing the mind with the magic weapon. If the magic weapon is damaged, I will be implicated. The most desperate thing is to recognize the Lord with some cursed magic weapons. Once stained with the curse, it is very tragic.

gritting his teeth, Cao Han put his slightly trembling fingers into his mouth nervously, and then his hand hurt, dripping the blood spilling from his fingertips onto the floating tripod.

"chi chi~~~"

With a trace of blood dripping on Liuying, Liuying made an evaporated sound. At the same time, Liuying's black light also flowed and moved on the tripod.

Slowly, the surface of Liuying began to turn red, and a kind of cold air silently permeated the bedroom, blending with the surrounding black gas.

"Should it be okay?" Cao Han deeply shouted outside the door.

The figure of the ugly dragon suddenly appeared in the cold bedroom and looked closely at the small tripod in front of him. This is what Shentu has been waiting for for 2,000 years in the Blood Temple. Unfortunately, Shentu has not been able to refine Liuying for 2,000 years. Now he has been won by the grass without effort. I have to say that this is a great irony.

The third treasure of the Tibetan Gate, the spirit of the soul tripod Liuying appeared in front of him. The ugly dragon's heart has already turned upside down. Since 2,000 years of struggling with the gods, it has not been in vain.

Although it lives in the soul tripod, it is the first time for the ugly dragon to meet each other.

"Hung~"

As soon as the ugly dragon appeared in front of Liu Ying, Liu Ying flew to the ugly dragon and circled around the ugly dragon.

"Ha ha!", stretched out his big hand, and Liu Ying stopped on it, staring at the bloody Liuying ugly dragon in his hand and laughed. After all, he has been together for more than 2,000 years, and the ugly dragon is kind to it, so Liu Ying is so dedicated to the ugly dragon.

"You have a conscience."

"Master, why did I recognize the Lord with it? I still didn't feel the existence of the spirit. Will this tripod have no weapon spirit at all?" Cao Han's face was thoughtful and puzzled, so he could only turn to the ugly dragon.

The grass was cold and did not know. After he fell asleep, countless pairs of blood-red eyes appeared in the black gas and stared at him coldly. At the same time, the blood-red color of the soul tripod faded away and changed back to the ancient and ordinary appearance of black autumn, and the black gas and the seclusion soul in seclusion were also sucked back into the tripod.

The next day, the ugly dragon did not appear again. Usually, the ugly dragon woke himself up at six o'clock. Today, although he woke up, it was 6: 30.

The soft light of the night pearl shines on this hole that will never see light, giving silence a little vitality. The light in the mine is illuminated by burning animal oil, so the smoke and odor are very heavy, so the cold grass is so infatuated with here, and the grass is cold here to find the taste of home.

"Hmm! There are still two hours left before the game, and I will only practice for an hour today." Thinking of yesterday's battle, Cao Han deeply understood that fighting with a tired body is simply looking for death. If the child hadn't had not been enough endurance, he would have laid down.

The evil beast feels okay. I don't know what's wrong with him.

Thinking about Cao Hanshen, he began to think nonsense, "Yes, that book." Cao Hanshen suddenly jumped up and exclaimed at the head of the bed.

There lies a book quietly, a book written by ancient elves. Yesterday, a text appeared in Cao Hanshen's 'dream'. Cao Hanshen woke up today and could only vaguely know a little, just like his feelings when he felt the future. Cao Han deeply suspected that what he saw was something in the ancient book.

The two big characters of "The Spirit" are clearly reflected in the eyes of the cold grass.

Opening the first page, there was only one paragraph on it. Cao Hanshen could fully understand what was written on it. It was difficult to send letters. Yesterday, he couldn't understand it clearly. Today, he could understand another text. Looking back, Cao Han deeply patted his head, and he finally knew why.

Yesterday, the master said something to translate for himself, and then he clicked his forehead. I guess he would help himself at that time. Thinking of this, Cao Han's heart really minded. The master's heart must have been broken by himself, right?

"Ha-cho!" The ugly dragon put down the chicken leg in his mouth, pinched his beard, and said to the sky in the spiritual ring, "Who misses me?"

[What is Hesda Ray]

Looking at this sentence, Cao Han's heart turned upside down. Unexpectedly, someone in this continent would know how to trace the origin of the problem. In the windy continent, he has always only known how to use demons, and no one thought about why.

Just like why the apple fell down, and the apple on the earth smashed Newton, so Newton's Law appeared, so how did Hesda Ray come up with this idea?

[The demon spirit is condensed by the remaining soul when the spirit beast dies, so the innate demon spirit is the accompanying soul beast, and how did it appear?

I speculate that it is formed by a part of the soul that splits when the human soul is strong enough.

Unfortunately, I found that this research direction was too late, so I left all the experience of my life. No matter who will receive my relics in the future, they are my descendants for good and evil. Meeting is fate, and getting my treasure is also God's arrangement - Hesda Rayliu]

It's strange that Hesda Ray didn't write the time.

From the coldness between the words, I can deeply see Hesda Ray's loneliness, the loneliness of the master, and the sigh of his twilight.

The cold grass can't help opening the next page.

It is not easy to get my true biography. First of all, you have to become a sincere believer of the dark evil god and become a dark mage. The spiritual master who inherits my thoughts is destined to be rejected, because I refine the human soul, and only the human soul can give extraordinary wisdom to the new demons.

Learn, just keep looking, don't learn...

"Puff~"

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke came out of the book.

"Jihaha~Jihaha~"

"I Hestar finally saw the light again. Whoo-hoo~ Whoo-hoo~ The last owner was so hateful that he killed me."

"What are you, little devil?" He stared at the unknown guy coming out of the smoke and stared at him with deep caution.

A little boy doll wearing a black mage robe and a big blue [soul] on his back, and a little boy doll wearing a mage's hat floated in front of the grass.

"Me? I am a little demon reading under the throne of the great soul saint. Lord Hester, you are my future master?" Hester appeared in front of the tip of the deep nose of the grass.

"Hestar, why did your last owner kill you?"

"Because I told him that I have no strong power or profound knowledge, I can only [translate] the content of this book, and then a big lizard head stretched out and said that he could understand the ancient elf language, so he killed me, woo-woo-woo-woo~"