Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 69: Six Paths of Inheritance
The sound was like thunder, echoing in the sky above the small valley, and there seemed to be a wild and burning power in the voice.
"They came here for Uncle Xumu. Which one of the upper thirty-three sects is this person?"
He Qing stood up suddenly.
Xiaohegu is ranked in the middle of the lower thirty-three sects. Although it is only a subsidiary sect of Guanghan Sect, disciples of other upper sects with a little status will always be treated with courtesy as long as they do not have any hostility.
"Hmph." Murong Xumu's face was as gloomy as water, and like a gust of cold wind, he disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few ice crystals slowly falling.
Above the mountain gate of the small valley, Murong Xumu stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on the ice lotus.
In front of him was a young man of similar age, with an imposing appearance, dressed in black, his hair casually loose, his eyebrows pointed to his temples, and he looked very heroic.
Murong Xumu recognized the young man in front of him...Xue Wentian.
Even if they belong to the same force as Young Master Tian.
A user with the ability of Eight-Pattern Divine Fire Dao Fruit.
The youngest and most impulsive genius disciple of the Sun Sword Sect, one of the top thirty-three sects.
Ranked in the top 100 on the Qingbang.
No matter what your identity is, you have the capital to be proud of.
"Murong Xumu, you declared that you would take over the search rights in this area and expelled your colleagues, but you just sat there doing nothing. Are you trying to protect that person?" Xue Wentian stared at Murong Xumu .
"Even your brother wouldn't dare to talk to me like that."
The azure true energy was lingering, and Murong Xumu's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blue ice crystals.
"Nonsense." Xue Wentian snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and a scarlet fairy sword appeared in his hand, emitting the aura of burning everything.
Before he finished speaking, Murong Xumu appeared in front of him like a ghost, took a slight bow, and struck out with a palm. His white palm was now covered with dark blue ice crystals, like the claws of an ice phoenix.
An extremely cold tornado suddenly arose, and the terrifying low temperature caused the air to continue to solidify, crackling, and countless ice crystals scattered. Xue Wentian felt the biting cold, as if his body had been frozen by the extreme cold before the opponent's icy palm arrived.
His pupils suddenly shrank. Xue Wentian did not expect that Murong Xumu, who majored in Taoism, could be so fast. He shouted loudly, and the fairy sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames.
A heat wave rolled up, and the flames on the scarlet fairy sword swelled in the wind. In an instant, the flames condensed and intensified five times.
When the palm and the sword collided, the scarlet fairy sword was already engulfed in a dazzlingly thick golden flame.
boom!
In the horrific explosion, a two-color mushroom cloud shot straight up into the sky.
An air ring that was half extremely cold and half hot suddenly exploded.
Steam instantly rose up, covering a large area. A muffled groan could be heard from within.
In the smoke, a figure shrouded in golden flames shot out at an extremely fast speed and soon disappeared into the horizon.
"Is that Xue Wentian from the Great Sun Sword Sect?" A disciple from the small river valley recognized this famous genius.
"Rumor has it that he is ranked 75th and is one of the top 100 experts on the Green Ranking."
"Tall ass, he was beaten away like a dog in one move."
"Mr. Murong is so handsome!"
The white mist was still rising, and a warm drizzle began to fall. Murong Xumu was still standing in the air with his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as water.
With a barely audible sound of freezing, an ice crystal phoenix appeared under his feet and carried him towards the golden light in the distance.
His eyes reflected the light of inheritance, and he felt that the golden light was a little unusual, as if some destiny was waiting for him.
The chosen ones always have more troubles.
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Wang Chen's first reaction when he opened his eyes was to check the Six Paths Sword in his hand.
Golden light was everywhere, Sanskrit was flowing, and the Six Paths Sword was still there...
He let out a long breath.
Then he checked his body to confirm whether it had been stabbed all over or tied up.
He had never imagined that the advent of inheritance would have such a huge momentum.
Then he felt a little scared.
"I accepted the inheritance without any precautions."
"It's terrible. I actually accepted the inheritance without any preparation."
Wang Chen was shocked by his own recklessness, although he did not expect the inheritance to come so suddenly.
It's like words appearing before your eyes.
The Six Paths Sword is a set of inheritance, with a total of 3618 immortal sword carriers. Every three of the Six Paths Swords correspond to the human path, the Asura path, the hungry ghost path, the animal path, the outsider path, and the heavenly path.
At this moment, he holds the main sword of the human path among the Six Paths.
The inherited sword techniques are profound and abstruse. Although I have accepted the inheritance, it is difficult for me to comprehend even a little in a short period of time. I can only memorize them, but it will take a long time to comprehend the tricks.
"It feels so good to be alive..."
Being able to survive and inherit the legacy amidst such a huge momentum is undoubtedly an extremely lucky thing.
Moreover, he received the inheritance he had always dreamed of. It was a feeling that made him feel like he was in heaven. Wang Chen grasped the Six Paths Sword , feeling extremely happy.
As a casual cultivator, God knows how much he desires a powerful spell.
To this end, he did not hesitate to confront the ranked master Yin Shiyu head-on and used the most basic fireball technique to break into the corpse king's lair.
Thinking about it now, Wang Chen still felt a desperate passion boiling.
"How long have I been sitting here?" After sighing for a while, Wang Chen asked
"Probably a day and a night." Xiao Yao said.
"So long?" Wang Chen was a little surprised. He then looked up at the sky and saw a big hole on top of his head. It was very deep and straight, and he could vaguely see the bright sunshine outside.
Wang Chen was terrified.
He thinks it's unscientific.
Because he clearly remembered that before he accepted the inheritance, golden light fell from the sky, but those golden lights passed through the soil layer hundreds of feet deep and did not cause any damage to the soil layer.
It is obvious that this cave was opened up by the magical powers of the cultivators who were attracted by the inheritance light column.
Laughing at people's nothing and hating people's something is also a kind of human nature.
If I were discovered by others while I was accepting the inheritance, no one would let me go out of their hearts that cherish talent. Nine out of ten practitioners would choose to cut off my head while I lose perception of the external environment.
While he was thinking, the ground suddenly began to rumble and tremble.
Earth and rocks kept falling, buildings kept collapsing, and the entire mausoleum actually sank into the ground.
Without any hesitation, Wang Chen raised the six swords in his hand and flew crookedly towards the cave. He didn't know how to escape into the earth, so once he was covered by earth and rocks, he would be buried alive in an instant.
As for the other two Six Paths Swords, they could do nothing about it. Perhaps this is the life that is always unsatisfactory.
The blue sky above his head was getting closer and closer. Wang Chen's true energy was flowing rapidly, and he floated to the ground very vigilantly. He was a little worried about the possibility of an ambush.
However, in front of him, a winding and terrifying giant beast suddenly turned its head, and countless compound eyes stared at him closely. The distance between him and the huge head was less than ten feet.
It's a dragon centipede from the deep underground pool.
"Senior, you also come out to see the scenery." Wang Chen's smile was a little ugly. He knew very well that the dragon centipede in front of him was at least at the same level as Li Tiannan, and it would be effortless for it to blow him to death.
"It was it that protected you for the whole day." Xiaoyao smiled. It was rare for her to see Wang Chen showing such a helpless expression.
Wang Chen's expression changed, somewhat unbelievable, and he immediately bowed and said sincerely: "Thank you, senior!"
The dragon centipede blinked its compound eyes and opened its mouth to spit out two magic swords. One was the golden broadsword that Wang Chen had seen before, and the other was a short sword that he had never seen before. Looking at the Sanskrit words on it, what else could it be but the Six Paths Sword?
With his eyes wide open, Wang Chen suddenly looked up at the countless compound eyes and the head that looked extremely ferocious to ordinary people. He was so moved that he couldn't utter a word.
Countless green compound eyes, like the most precious emeralds, reflected Wang Chen's shadow...
"It's like there's a person who often feeds his favorite spiritual creature."
"It seems like there is a voice that constantly scolds me for damaging the cave and knocking over the elixir..."
"That person always ties a gold thread around his waist when he goes out, and when he comes back he unties it and lets himself play."
"For a thousand years, it has been thinking about it every day. When it sees that person again and smells the familiar smell, it will jump out of the lake and pounce on him, just like when it was a child."
"The lake was as calm as a mirror. It did not allow anything to destroy the tranquility. But that person never appeared again."
"It's like I just slept for a thousand years..." The dragon centipede looked at Wang Chen deeply, then let out an inexplicable roar, twisted its winding body and crawled into the depths of the forbidden forest.
