Chapter 1037: Western Sacrifice

Chapter 138: Western Sacrifice

In the clubhouse, in a luxurious box.

Zhuo Bufan took his sword and sat on the wide leather sofa. Huo Jiaming instructed his men. Soon two bodyguards came in carrying a glass box.

In the square glass box, there is a very strange brown wooden box, square, about the size of an adult's palm.

"Open the box." Huo Jiaming ordered.

The two bodyguards unlocked the combination lock on the glass box and immediately opened the glass box.

"Be careful."

Zhuo Bufan shouted suddenly.

At this moment, two black mists flew out of the box and penetrated into the nostrils of the two bodyguards. The two bodyguards suddenly showed strange expressions on their faces, and the skin of their cheeks was surrounded by a strange black gas, which looked like a black gas. The little snakes were jumping, and the expressions of the two bodyguards became strange, their pupils contracted, and it seemed that they had seen an extremely frightening scene.

"Evil."

Zhuo Bufan squeezed a tactic and hit the two bodyguards in the air, and the black air on their faces suddenly retracted into the wooden box, but the two bodyguards also fainted.

"Mr. Zhuo, is this?" Huo Jiaming widened his eyes.

"The two people are okay, it's just that they have absorbed some essence." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, "but this box is very weird."

After all, Zhuo Bufan gathered five fingers in the air, grabbed and sucked, and the wooden box in the glass box slowly flew into his hand.

Zhuo Bufan's hand suddenly shining blue thunder and lightning, making a sizzling sound, enveloped the wooden box, and the black mist floating on the surface of the wooden box also began to squirm violently, as if struggling, trying to break away from Zhuo. The shackles of thunder and lightning in extraordinary hands.

"court death."

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and the lightning in his hand became more and more ferocious, and under the awe of the lightning, the black energy on the wooden box gradually wilted, calmed down, and was not in trouble.

"Mr. Zhuo, what the **** is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with some fear.

After all, when this magic box was abroad, several people were killed in the company, and two bodyguards were almost killed just now.

"Resentment, there is a strong resentment in this magic box, it should be a big evil thing."

Zhuo Bufan said, waiting for me to study the details.

Having said that, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, concentrated his consciousness, slowly plunged into the magic box, and the picture suddenly changed.

A vast and boundless world appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan, but at this time Zhuo Bufan was like a god’s perspective. He saw a **** and cruel picture. Hundreds of thousands of ancient knights and warriors were fighting, and the roar almost made The world has changed color.

The blood stained the ground, the air was filled with an incomparable **** smell, and the murderous aura almost solidified the air.

This is like an ancient battlefield in the West, where several waves of people are fighting.

The ground was covered with broken limbs, the rivers were stained with blood, and the lives of people fell like weeds.

Even though Zhuo Bufan had seen a lot of cruel immortal wars, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw this scene at this time.

Moreover, there was a strange red in these people's eyes, as if they were going crazy, constantly cutting and killing their own enemies, and in their eyes there seemed to be only fighting and killing, as if they had been evil.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan suddenly sensed something. He turned his head and looked towards a mountain in the distance. He saw a dead wood-like old man standing on the mountain, his whole body covered in black robe, his hand was holding. He was wearing a skull-headed cane, and his eyes shone with green light.

Just when Zhuo Bufan saw the other party, the other party suddenly raised his head and looked at him, but the corner of the other party's mouth suddenly outlined a very strange smile.

"What a powerful body, it can just rebirth me." The old man murmured to himself.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly stretched out his palm, a blood-red dagger rose slowly from the palm of his palm, and slammed towards the old man.

The old man also suddenly turned into a black arrow, stabbing at Zhuo Bufan suddenly.

Only the moment the red demon sword and the black arrow touched, the demon sword chopped the arrow in two.

"This, how is this possible, how could anyone have such a powerful spiritual mind." The old man murmured to himself, with an incredible expression on his face that was as dry as a tree bark.

However, following the words of the old man, his body was like shredded pieces of paper, slowly dissipating between the heaven and the earth, and the originally tragic battlefield also restored calm in an instant.

The horses, soldiers, blood, and dead bones all disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan who was sitting in the box also opened his eyes.

It's just that except for the sword in the box, Huo Jiaming didn't know where he went.

"My son, you have finally woken up." When Shi Jian saw Zhuo Bufan wake up, his little face immediately showed surprise.

"I slept for a long time?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned and asked.

"It's been a whole day." Shi Jian nodded, "I'm still a little worried about the son."

Zhuo Bufan’s face was slightly surprised. He only felt in the illusion for a while. He didn’t expect a day to pass in the real world. If a person with weak mental power, he may be trapped in the illusion forever, and there is no way to be come out.

"Elder Huo has other things to deal with, just said that if the son wakes up, let me notify him." Said Shi Jian.

"Well, find someone to tell him and let him see me." Zhuo Bufan said softly.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the wooden box in his hand, the wooden box still became ordinary, and all the black grievances lingering on the wooden box had disappeared.

The old man in the illusion he saw just now should be the owner of this wooden box, and that old man is just a divine mind, he himself has been dead for hundreds of years.

Zhuo Bufan reasoned for a while, and thought that the old man should be a Western cultivator, or had another name that belonged to the West—sacrifice.

The other party launched a war with powerful mental power, seeming to want to practice the secret technique in the eyes, or achieve a certain goal, but failed in the end, so after his death, he left the deepest resentment in the wooden box.

However, when Zhuo Bufan entered the Transformation Realm just now, he had already chopped off the opponent's last bit of resentment, so the wooden box also lost its resentment.

"It seems that there have also been some heydays of cultivation in the West. Perhaps you may find resources for cultivation in the West." Zhuo Bufan thought to himself.

However, this wooden box is also useful to him. The old man in the illusion mainly cultivates spiritual power. Otherwise, it is impossible to generate such a huge battle scene just now. If the spiritual power can be absorbed, it will be of extraordinary spirituality. That is undoubtedly a big supplement.

The demon knife used by Zhuo Bufan just now was made by the condensation of his divine mind, but with his current divine mind, it takes a long time to use it once. If he can absorb the spiritual power in the wooden box for his own use, then The demon sword can also be used once more.

This wooden box is equivalent to a surprise to Zhuo Bufan, after all, neither aura nor a pill can quickly improve his mental power in a short time.