Wang Xiaoyong played with the Dingyue Sword and already had a clear understanding of his strength.

Although he is still a C-level now, his combat strength is probably close to B-level. In the world of superpowers, it can be regarded as having the power of self-preservation.

There are not many equipment that Meteor has exploded, only a book of exercises, which says "Soul Eating Skill", which should be the culprit of him becoming so weird. A flash of fire appeared in Wang Xiaoyong's hand, and this exercise was burned to the ground, this kind of evil exercise, it is best not to appear in the world.

After doing all this, Wang Xiaoyong went to continue to check the harvest, perhaps because the meteorite became an undead, and the undead he accepted as a slave, Wang Xiaoyong got a total of two drops of undead essence, but unfortunately, the energy contained in it is far inferior to the eight generals of the bone spirit.

I'm afraid it's not enough to support Wang Xiaoyong's breakthrough.

But it's better than nothing, Wang Xiaoyong still put it away.

This kind of thing was solved, and Wang Xiaoyong was about to leave, but at this time, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, a burst of flying sand and rocks, and the violent wind even made Wang Xiaoyong unable to open his eyes.

"Boy, good job. Out of the storm came a voice, very plain, but full of boundless majesty.

Wang Xiaoyong looked solemn as if he was facing a great enemy, and said, "Who are you!?"

The wind and clouds changed, a black figure walked out of the storm, and the violent power was tyrannical around him, but he shook his head as if he couldn't see it, and walked in front of Wang Xiaoyong.

He looked at Wang Xiaoyong, and there was no expression in his scarlet eyes: "Don't worry, I'm dead, my name is Yijing!"

Wang Xiaoyong still did not relax his vigilance, even if his strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, but when facing Yijing, there is still a feeling of a high mountain standing up.

If he really does it, he is probably far from being an opponent.

It's just that it's still uncertain whether it's friend or foe, Wang Xiaoyong naturally won't relax his vigilance, clenched the Dingyue Sword in his hand, and is ready for battle.

He stared at the long knife on Yoshii's chest, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, such a powerful person could become like this! Who was capable of killing him?

It's just that Yijing also noticed Wang Xiaoyong's gaze, just smiled, condensed a little light in his hand, and directly rushed towards Wang Xiaoyong.

Wang Xiaoyong broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly used the Dingyue Sword, and the "Canglang Sword Technique" was running, and a sword light appeared, which was able to block this move.

"See, if I want to kill you, you don't have a chance at all!" Yoshii stood with his hands in his hands, although he was an undead, he had a spirit.

Yijing laughed, the light around him surged, and the momentum was extraordinary, but at this time, he suddenly stopped and looked at Wang Xiaoyong deadly.

It's just that a trace of sweat appeared on Wang Xiaoyong's face, such a powerful person, even if he escapes, he can't escape, so what did he find himself.

With his own realm, it doesn't seem to be able to help him much, right?

Yijing looked at Wang Xiaoyong and slowly spoke: "Come with me! I'll take you to meet someone?"

The weak have no right to refuse at all, even if Wang Xiaoyong is unwilling, he can only be taken away.

With a wave of Yijing's big hand, his and Wang Xiaoyong's bodies disappeared in place.

"Take good care of your sword......" Yijing looked at the Dingyue sword in Wang Xiaoyong's hand, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes.

The eight generals of Gu Ling were the right-hand men who followed him in the southern and northern wars, and this set of world-defining swords was specially customized and rewarded to them by him. didn't expect this to happen later.

People die like lights out, although in this place, Gu Lingba will live in another way. But they weren't themselves anymore, Yoshii shook his head.

As for dying in the hands of Wang Xiaoyong, for them, I'm afraid it is also a relief. Yoshii thought to himself.

It's just that Wang Xiaoyong didn't know where Yijing's sadness came from, so he smiled and said: "From now on, he is my sword, so naturally I have to take good care of it!"

"Remember what you say. "It has been spoken, not spoken.

He turned his back to Wang Xiaoyong, his momentum was indifferent, and he only had an arc.

Wang Xiaoyong just looked at Yijing and didn't speak, he was just worried about his fate, where did Yijing take him?

After a long while, Yoshii stopped, and in front of them, a towering palace appeared, but it was pitch black, extremely strange and terrifying.

And outside the palace, there are hundreds of undead, among them, the lowest momentum also has a C-level peak, and there are even many B-level existences, as for the A-level. Wang Xiaoyong also saw a few.

Wang Xiaoyong's eyes were shocked, where is this place? Why are there so many terrifying undead!

Could it be that they are all those dead Death Worshippers?? Wang Xiaoyong guessed in his heart.

It is rumored that the previous believers of the Death Organization will choose to come to the Death Shrine after death, so they should be the undead who those believers turned into after death, but unfortunately, although they seem to be a little wise, they still seem extremely dull compared to Yoshii.

For a while, Wang Xiaoyong became more curious about Yijing's identity.

"Come in with me!" Yijing walked into the palace with Wang Xiaoyong, and all the guards looked solemn.

"See the Great Sage!"

It should be said that Yoshii, I didn't expect his identity to be so high, the Great Sage has only seen one in the history of the Death Organization so far, but he doesn't know his name, although he has the strength above the S level, but he is indeed one of the biggest traitors of the Death Organization, I heard that he betrayed the Death and was killed by all the other holy messengers.

It was from that time that the Reaper Organization began to decline.

In this case, Yoshii is likely to be that person.

Wang Xiaoyong's expression couldn't help but become complicated, this matter seemed to be more complicated than he imagined, and it even involved the history of the Death Organization, which was really head-catching.

He just came to be an undercover agent, but he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing.

"It's here!" Yijing led Wang Xiaoyong to a large hall, all made of human bones, which looked extremely gloomy.

Even Wang Xiaoyong was a little frightened.

"Lord Death, I'll help you bring people back. Yoshii said.

It's just that there is not much respect in the tone.

"It's a good job, and it's a good promise. "The phantom of death emerged and flew out of the coffin above the throne. fell in front of Wang Xiaoyong.

Wang Xiaoyong was shocked, what was in front of him was the belief of the Grim Reaper organization?

The Reaper Organization has been working hard for so many years to resurrect the Reaper, but they didn't expect to meet here again.

Yijing stepped aside, and the Grim Reaper approached Wang Xiaoyong step by step and looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Wang Xiaoyong. Wang Xiaoyong reported his real name.

The Grim Reaper nodded: "Very good, you didn't lie to me!"

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Xiaoyong again, and a pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul: "Wang Xiaoyong, are you willing to worship me as a teacher and accept my inheritance?"

His tone was very flat, but there was an indescribable temperament, which came out spontaneously.

Wang Xiaoyong also understood the meaning of the god of death, and he actually wanted to accept himself as an apprentice? How did he notice him?

"Under the talent is dull, I'm afraid it's difficult to get into the eyes of Lord Death, I'm afraid it's ......," Wang Xiaoyong said, ready to shirk.

He doesn't know any kind of death, there's no pie in the sky, he's not stupid.

It's just that the Grim Reaper saw through his thoughts and said, "Spirit and flesh are one." If such qualifications are dull in talent, then there are probably not many geniuses in the world. ”

What did he know? Wang Xiaoyong's heart was shocked, he only thought that he knew about the unity of spirit and flesh, but where did the god of death get the news?

Could it be that he has been stalking himself?

Wang Xiaoyong's demeanor became subtle, why did things become like this?

Yoshii shook his head as he watched from the side, thinking that at the beginning, when the Grim Reaper was alive, he didn't know how many talented geniuses were rushing to worship him, but now, the Grim Reaper's acceptance of apprentices is still suspicious, which is really a huge gap.

He couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Don't worry, boy, the old boy won't hurt you! ”

Wang Xiaoyong was still a little hesitant, and his skull hurt a little.

I was caught in a daze. It's unbelievable to be an apprentice to others.

"There are so many people entering the burial ground of the god of death, why did you choose only me?" Wang Xiaoyong said.

The Grim Reaper casually found a place to sit down, a table appeared out of thin air, and two cups of tea appeared, it was really unimaginable that there was still a leisurely and elegant tea drink in the Grim Reaper's burial place.

The Grim Reaper said lightly: "Sit down and talk." ”

Wang Xiaoyong sat down, his nerves were tense now, and he didn't dare to make any rash moves.

However, the tea is good tea, and he can also see that there is no poison in the tea.

"You asked a very good question, and there is no way to choose you. Death sighed: "I've been dead for more than three hundred years, and I'm tired of staying here for too long. I just want to find someone to carry on my legacy. ”

The strong above the S-level can even intercept a part of the space as their own territory, and the Death Priest's burial ground is the small space of the Grim Reaper.

Under the influence of his laws, all the dead creatures in the burial place of the god of death will exist in the form of undead, but if one of the undead is killed, the person will die.

After the death of the god of death, the corpse suppressed the burial place of the god of death, but he had been too long, and he wanted to find someone to inherit, but it was a pity that for so many years, Wang Xiaoyong alone could barely take a look.

"In the entire Grim Reaper's burial ground, there are only two people who have not been planted with slave marks, one is you, and the other is a female doll, although the talent is good, but compared to you, it is still a lot worse. Don't ask me how I know, I know everything about you, this place is my territory?" said the Grim Reaper, although it was plain, but it was boundless domineering,

The people who came in from the Twelve Holy Envoys were all planted by them, not free bodies, and with the pride of the heart of death, it was absolutely impossible for a slave to inherit his inheritance.

He looked directly at Wang Xiaoyong, like a wild wolf that had seen its prey, and said, "So, are you willing to accept the old man's inheritance?"

He had been waiting for so many years, and now he had finally waited for the results.

Wang Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Come on!"

He closed his eyes, and the Medicine King Inheritance didn't give him a warning, so there was a good chance that the matter was true.

It's just that the Grim Reaper smiled slightly, then sat down again, and said, "Wang Xiaoyong, my inheritance is not so easy to obtain, and if you get my inheritance, you have to avenge me!"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyong raised his eyelids.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in this world, and after the inheritance of the god of death is obtained, it will also have to bear a point of cause and effect, and the existence that can kill the god of death must also be an existence above the S-level. Wang Xiaoyong is only a C-level now, and he is too far away from that level.

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