When the bronze furnace of the Sword Making Villa exploded into powder, Lin Feng was holding half of the blood-stained dark iron sword embryo.
The black mist of the undead shrouded the Skeleton King's screams and tore through the morning mist. He watched with his own eyes as his grandfather was pierced through the chest with a bone spear - the "Mountain Sword" that was supposed to kill all evil spirits was inserted into the heart of the old manor owner at the moment, and the hilt of the sword was wrapped with a green undead incantation.
"Xiao... Feng..." Grandfather's blood-stained hand touched his eyebrows, and his last breath dispersed into black mist, "Don't believe in... The right way... Don't be afraid... Of the undead..."
The sweetness in his throat rushed to his mouth, and Lin Feng's fingertips suddenly felt cold.
It's the bone blade under my grandfather's corpse.
It was a trial sword he had just forged the day before yesterday. At this moment, it had sucked out the old village owner's vitality. Bloody bone patterns floated on the sword, like a living undead gnawing at his soul.
"Ding——"
The familiar burning pain exploded from his dantian, and he was shocked to realize that he was kneeling in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood - the memory of the village massacred by the undead three days ago actually overlapped with the scene of the destruction of the villa today!
It turned out that he had died once before.
It turns out that the price of rebirth is to hold on tightly to this bone blade soaked in the resentment of the undead.
"Four wizards? Natural disaster of the undead?" Lin Feng inserted the bone blade into the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed along the skull pattern on the sword body. "I want to see if your mountain of corpses and sea of bones can swallow up the Eastern Region, or my 'human bones'
