I can bless thousands of magical powers

On the snow-capped mountain, Zhang Yuan climbed up at an astonishing speed.

With six times the agility, his mobility far surpassed that of apes, and he soon approached the peak.

At this time, Zhang Yuan stopped.

Because the Gaode map...

The human skin treasure map showed that the treasure point was right in front of him!

However, Zhang Yuan saw nothing except thick snow and a black and gray rock.

Could it be that the navigation failed?

Zhang Yuan subconsciously unfolded the entire treasure map, only to find that the map on it had disappeared.

Only a strange symbol was left!

Zhang Yuan thought about it and put away the human skin treasure map.

His eyes fell on the rock in front of him.

The rock was surrounded by snow, and the exposed part was about three or four feet square.

Because it had been baptized by wind, frost, rain and snow for many years, there were obvious signs of weathering and erosion on the surface.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see anything special about it!

Zhang Yuan stood on the side of the rock, then leaned over and stretched out his palms to press on the rock.

He stopped the blessing of the golden grasshopper and turned to stimulate the power of the black giant ant.

Two times, four times, six times...

Zhang Yuan's arms suddenly expanded, his veins and muscles bulged, and suddenly burst out with an unparalleled force.

His face flushed red, his blood and qi suddenly dropped, and his feet sank deeply into the snow.

Crack!

With a cracking sound, the black and gray rock shook suddenly.

It was pushed several inches away by Zhang Yuan's brute force!

There is a way!

Zhang Yuan continued to exert force without thinking, and the rock under his palms made a rumbling sound.

It moved more than two feet to the other side.

A dark cave entrance appeared!

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's mood was really hard to describe in words.

But time did not allow him to think too much. After all, he had sneaked out. If he returned late, he would be easily discovered.

Zhang Yuan went into the cave without thinking.

This dark passage was more than half a person's height.

He groped and walked a few dozen steps, and saw a faint light in front of him.

It was like a flame burning in the darkness.

Zhang Yuan sped up, and the light became brighter and brighter.

The front suddenly became clear.

He entered a cave!

The area of ​​this cave was not very large, estimated to be two meters square. The ground, four walls and dome were very flat and smooth, and there were lifelike murals painted on them.

But Zhang Yuan's attention was all on the altar in the middle of the cave.

On this altar, which was only three feet high, there was a dark red short knife floating.

The length of this short knife was less than one foot, and the blade and handle were integrated without a guard, and the shape was extremely simple.

And the blade continuously emitted red light.

It was the light source that Zhang Yuan had seen before!

Although Zhang Yuan was about five or six steps away from the short knife, he could feel an extremely sharp aura approaching him the moment he stepped into the cave.

It pierced his forehead!

The next moment, Zhang Yuan felt a slight stinging sensation in his forehead.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched it.

As a result, half of his hand was covered in blood!

Zhang Yuan's face changed.

Divine weapon!

A term instantly emerged in his mind.

Zhang Yuan knew a long time ago that weapons can be divided into ordinary weapons, mysterious weapons, and divine weapons.

He only used ordinary weapons.

For example, the Yanling knife he carried with him and the long sword that was forged three hundred times were only the best among ordinary weapons.

In comparison, the iron-framed bow was considered the best among ordinary weapons.

But even the best was still an ordinary weapon, without any special attributes.

But Zhang Yuan had seen the power of the mysterious weapon.

That was the Canglang Sword, the treasure of the Linhe Branch.

Although the Canglang Sword was already an extremely powerful weapon in Zhang Yuan's impression.

But the feeling that this Xuanbing gave him was definitely not as sharp and powerful as the small short knife in front of him!

Just at that moment, Zhang Yuan felt that his soul was pierced by the blade.

If this is not the legendary magic weapon.

Then what is it?

The problem is, if it is really a magic weapon, is a small second-level warrior qualified to get involved?

As soon as this thought came to Zhang Yuan's mind, the short knife on the altar instantly retracted its edge.

It only emitted a faint glow.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he found that he was actually sweating all over!

Thinking back now, he still has lingering fears.

But Zhang Yuan was not afraid, and he raised his feet and walked towards the altar.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The magic weapon is indeed fierce and unpredictable.

But if he doesn't try to seize the opportunity in front of him, why would he risk running here to search for treasure?

As a result, when Zhang Yuan stood in front of the altar, the short knife did not show any abnormality.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand to grab the handle of the knife.

But before his fingers touched the suspected divine weapon, Zhang Yuan retracted his hand.

He did not give up, but used his left hand to grab it.

Because Zhang Yuan's left hand was the place where the divine nest was, maybe he could suppress the fierce power of this divine weapon.

Anyway, no matter whether it works or not, just take it as psychological comfort!

Zhang Yuan held the short knife.

Buzz~

The suspected divine weapon suddenly shook violently, and at the same time, it emitted a dazzling blood light.

Zhang Yuan only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the skin of his palm seemed to be cut open, and blood gushed out continuously.

Then it was swallowed up by the short knife!

Zhang Yuan was shocked and subconsciously wanted to throw away the weapon in his hand.

But the short knife was like a maggot attached to his bones, locking his flesh and blood tightly, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

In this situation, Zhang Yuan tried his best to calm himself down.

He immediately opened the Shenchao panel.

As a result, he found that his blood and qi value was decreasing rapidly!

And if it continued to decrease at this rate.

In at most twenty breaths, Zhang Yuan would be drained of all his blood and qi!

He quickly took out a medicine bottle that he kept close to his body, bit open the stopper with his teeth, and poured out a pill inside.

Blood and qi pill!

This was what Zhao Jinlan exchanged for Zhang Yuan, and he owed her a big favor.

There were two blood and qi pills in total, and Zhang Yuan always carried them with him in case of emergency.

He never expected that they would come in handy so soon.

The pill entered his stomach, and the medicinal power quickly dissipated.

Zhang Yuan saw that the rate of decline of his blood and qi value suddenly slowed down - it took effect.

But the short knife on his left palm was still greedily absorbing his blood, with no sign of stopping.

Zhang Yuan had no choice but to take the second Qi and Blood Pill after only ten breaths.

The two precious pills released strong medicinal power at the same time, making Zhang Yuan feel as if he was in a furnace, with his internal organs burning fiercely.

His face turned pale and red, red and pale, over and over again for twenty or thirty breaths.

Until the short knife retracted its light and stopped absorbing blood.

Zhang Yuan felt relieved.

Like escaping a catastrophe!

At this time, he saw two ancient characters engraved on this suspected divine weapon.

Red blood.

Red blood divine weapon!

Zhang Yuan suddenly realized.

At the same time, he had a mysterious feeling of being connected to the weapon in his hand!