Reincarnation: Begins with the life of a black-energy immortal boy

Chapter 109 Blood Grail and the Pyramid
"Idiot! This is Egypt." Zhou Ming sneered.

Looking at these shivering people, Zhou Ming was in no mood to waste time with them. He reached out and patted the Black Sutra of the Undead on the table.

"Do you want this scripture?" Zhou Ming asked.

"Yes..., this is a trap set by you, and the one who leaked the information was yours." The curator seemed to have reacted and said with a grim expression.

"Not too stupid." Zhou Ming did not deny it.

"What do you want?" The curator's brain reacted quickly and he realized the key point.

"All the collections of the British Museum." Zhou Ming said softly.

"Impossible. I can't do such a thing even if I want to." The curator reacted a little hastily.

“All the Chinese collections that were looted.”

"I... I'm just a curator, not the King of England." The curator said with a red face, and it was unclear whether he was angry or ashamed.

"I can't do this, and I can't do that, so let's try a simpler one." Zhou Ming revealed his true request.

"I heard that a replica of the vampire's holy relic, the Blood Grail, is hidden in the British Museum. Bring it here and it will be yours."

The curator's face twisted and he wanted to refute, but when he saw Zhou Ming with a cold face, he suppressed his emotions and after thinking for a moment, he could only nod.

Although it is only a replica of the Blood Grail, it has a history of hundreds of years and is an extremely powerful holy weapon.

It is not easy to bring it out.

But it has to be done.

"When I resurrect my master, I will definitely kill you, you bastard." The curator cursed angrily in his heart.

Zhou Ming waved his hand and told them to get out quickly.

When they pushed open the door, these people were shocked again. More than a dozen obviously different guys were standing on both sides staring at them.

A black aura wafted from his body, like wind, fire and water, obviously a supernatural ability.

The curator and his colleagues suppressed their thoughts and fled away.

"Let's go!" Zhou Ming said and went back.

Returning to the bedroom, Zhou Ming lay on the bed and looked into the Bagua sealed space.

A ball of red light was floating in it. It was a seventh-level Rubik's Cube, with a constant supply of blood-red power circulating in it.

He was none other than the vampire duke from that year. Zhou Ming recycled the waste and refined it into an energy core, a seventh-order magic cube.

"Although I haven't focused my main energy on the mechanism tree in recent years, I have also deduced the Rubik's Cube core to the seventh level. The upper limit of growth has reached its limit. The ninth-level Rubik's Cube core should be able to be enhanced by three levels. Further complex expansion will probably result in less than one level of improvement. The gain will not outweigh the loss." Zhou Ming shook his head slightly.

The ninth level is the perfect strength of the Rubik's Cube core. If you want to have a qualitative leap and improvement, you need to make fundamental improvements rather than simply superimpose them.

In addition, the soul of the vampire duke was also recycled, allowing Zhou Ming to obtain some information.

The replica of the Blood Holy Grail comes from it. With this thing, the vampire doll should be able to become stronger.

"And vampires are actually the losing party in the political struggle, so they were sent to various colonies." Zhou Ming sighed.

The local forces of these powerful countries are really strong. The factions that failed in the political struggle all have several fourth-level strongmen.

"After we go back, it's better to make a bigger noise, trap more strong foreign devils, and then lead them all to the tomb of King Xian." Even from a long distance, Zhou Ming could feel that King Xian was getting stronger little by little.

Although the magic ball constantly deprived King Xian of his vitality and stole his power, it only slowed down his trend of becoming stronger.

"It would be best if we could trick dozens of fourth-order warriors into coming..." Zhou Ming slowly closed his eyes.

Of course it’s not sleeping. After having a soul, the meaning of sleeping and resting has long been different from that of ordinary people.

The soul is in a state of meditation, learning knowledge in the depths of the soul, of course, those information modules. …

"This is a replica of the Blood Holy Grail." The curator took out a box and placed it on the table.

After opening it, a sweet smell of blood wafted over.

A golden cup lay quietly in it.

"This book is yours now." Zhou Ming picked up the Black Book of the Undead and threw it over.

The curator caught the huge book with one hand, was a little surprised, then reacted and quickly led everyone away.

A faint light appeared on Zhou Ming's hand, and a blank divine body emerged. It stuck to the cup and easily merged into it.

At first glance, this golden cup looks like a heart with the top missing.

Although it is a replica, it has existed for hundreds of years and has enough stories and legends.

The copying process is much faster than copying two scriptures, and it is estimated that a week will be enough.

"Donate the other golden scripture to the Egyptian government and ask them to agree to our conditions." Zhou Ming waved his hand and put the Holy Grail into the sealed space.

"Yes!" The bearded man standing nearby nodded and asked, "We still need to keep an eye on that group of people."

"No need. Leave some people behind to continue running the factory and business, and take the elite troops and funds to organize a fleet. I will set off as soon as I come back this time." After Zhou Ming left the instructions, he left immediately.

After this trip, I will return to China.

The destination of the journey is naturally the pyramid in the rainforest.

Although Zhou Ming didn't know the exact location, he had a backup plan nine years ago.

"Conaway, it's up to you to lead the way for me." Zhou Ming smiled slightly.

The mark from that year seems to have been expelled, but the ability to locate is still there.

At this moment, Zhou Ming could clearly sense that the other party was approaching Egypt.

……

Zhou Ming stood in the air above a canyon, watching the water from the river below condense into huge waves.

Familiar trick, that huge human face appears again.

"Nine years ago, facing this kind of attack, I could only protect myself. Now...!" Zhou Ming's lips curled up into a smile.

It is not so scary now. The magic power of the soul plus the virtual godhead, both the ability and the magic weapon are enough to fight against, or even break the huge waves.

Turning his head and looking towards the end of the canyon, an area appeared before his eyes.

That was a special aura field that formed that oasis, with shining light reflected in the very center.

This is the Pyramid of the Scorpion Emperor, a pyramid that seals power.

"The power of Scorpion King and Imhotep should be comparable, except that one is a mage and the other is a warrior." Zhou Ming sensed the power deep in this area.

Normally, a prepared mage can easily defeat or kill a warrior of the same level who does not flee.

That's why the High Priest Imhotep had the courage to come here and kill the Scorpion King, but he was deprived of all his magic powers by the God of Death. Under such circumstances, he was still stubborn and rushed forward, so he was naturally no match for his opponent.

"Death! I should be able to resist it with the true nature of my spirit, but a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. I still have to make some preparations." Zhou Ming thought as he flew.

In the Bagua space, there are some cloths that can isolate power. These are the items Zhou Ming collected during his many years of business in Egypt.

(End of this chapter)