Chapter 1670 Three Secrets

"Be careful!" Ye Qingyun could clearly detect the killing in the eyes of middle-aged people, and quickly said to the burial knife.

The burial knife nodded, and the voice was cold, like a gust of cold wind, which seemed to be deep in the bone marrow.

He holds a long golden knife with a golden dragon carved on it.

The raging spirit of the knife soared from the knife itself.

The shape of the burial knife flashed, and the immortal blood in the body surged at this moment.

"Hmm?" Ye Qingyun was a little stunned. He clearly found that with the rise of the immortal blood...