Thief Saint slowly squatted down, although his movements seemed stiff, he squatted anyway.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the giant axe.
When the giant ax was on the ground, everyone felt nothing but the strange withered fingers.
But at this time, when Robber Shengyi touched the giant axe...
Then he saw a mass of black, five fingers broken from the long handle, and rushed directly to the hand of the robber.
The entire giant ax was instantly surrounded by black air.
"Stealth!" Ye Qingluo frowned and scolded coquettishly.
The feather fan in his hand quickly swung down towards the black air.
"Slow down." Pirate Saint's voice was soft and flat.
Ye Qingluo's movements stopped abruptly.
She frowned, and looked at Thief in puzzlement.
But seeing Thief's finger flicked lightly, the black air seemed to touch something terrifying, and fled quickly.
Thief Saint stretched out his other hand and waved the giant ax casually.
The cloud of black air was dispelled in an instant.
The half of the hand held on the long handle suddenly burned into black ashes.
A giant ax returned to its usual appearance.
It's just... no matter how ordinary the appearance of this giant ax is, the image of forming blood lines on Yu Chipeng's body just now, sucking Yuchipeng's blood, and being wrapped in the most yin black air still remains in the minds of everyone and is deeply ingrained.
"Put it away, go back and study it again." Thief Saint handed the giant ax to Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo was startled, and immediately understood the reason why Saint Thief didn't let her touch the giant axe just now.
After several times of understanding the power of the dark forces, Ye Qingluo roughly knew that this mysterious yin energy was attached to something to survive.
That is the so-called host.
Just like when Yu Chipeng was in his courtyard, he would be attached by the mysterious yin energy, but he couldn't leave the courtyard.
And so is this giant axe.
The mysterious yin energy was attached to the giant axe. If Ye Qingluo had just touched the giant ax directly, the next host to be attached by the black energy would be her.
Why is Thief Saint not afraid of this power
To deal with it, you still look like you can handle it with ease
This is not the time to ask questions, Ye Qingluo didn't ask any more questions, took the giant axe, put the giant ax into the Minghuang ring, turned his back to the robber saint, and squatted down.
Qiao Jin walked in: "Qing Luo, let me carry him, you lead the way."
Thief Saint was also unceremonious, and jumped directly onto Qiao Jin's back.
"It's reassuring to be a young and strong boy, little girl, if I let you carry on, old man, my bones will be burned by your bones."
Hearing Thief Saint's words, the corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, rolled his eyes, passed the crowd, and walked to the front to lead the way.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle resounded throughout the Death Castle.
The whistle was sharp and piercing, deafening.
Xuan Jie, who was slightly lower, immediately covered his ears and screamed in pain.
Ye Qingluo's expression froze: "It's too late, the castle master has moved."
"Castle Master?" Yu Chipeng exclaimed.
He had inquired about this mission before, so he knew the situation of Death Castle.
There has always been a legend about the Lord of Death Castle.
Some people even think that the so-called castle master does not exist at all.
Is the castle owner that Ye Qingluo spoke of really the castle owner of Death God Castle
"Qingluo, have you just met the Lord of Death Castle?" Yan Xiaoyi frowned slightly, remembering Ye Qingluo just gave her the map and left alone, "Are you okay?"
Ye Qingluo shook his head, with a dignified expression: "The castle master... I'm afraid we won't be his opponents."