Chapter 162: Succession

Although Duan Muya endured the power of Wan Jun and the pain of burning his body with Xuanhuo, he always felt that the blood in his body was calling him. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info Novel.23txt.

Let go of it, let go of the cowardice in your heart, accept it, master it, destroy it!

How can this more ancient call be rejected again?

The people outside the formation just watched Duan Muya in the Xuantian Great Array change step by step, first his eyes turned into red pupils, and then on the right side of his face, there was a faint scar. If you look closely, the scar looks like a line, as if it indicates the awakening of some kind of divine power.

"Descendants, finally there are descendants who can awaken my bloodline!"

A voice suddenly flashed in Duan Muya's mind, my bloodline, could it be that the voice in his head was the ancient demon god, Xingtian?

"You, who are they?" Duan Muya was trying to talk to the voice in his head.

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, it's been thousands of years, and my divine power has finally been inherited by someone, okay, good!"

Whenever this voice sounded in his mind, Duan Muya felt a splitting headache, but at the same time, the pain in his body was reduced a little.

"Are you Xing Tian?"

"Hahahaha, yes, I am the punishment of the heavens, as a descendant of my clan, you can wake me up, you must also be the best among people, now I will pass on my power to you, you have inherited my divine power, you want to fulfill my wish, do you understand?"

Duan Muya asked, "You are an ancient god, what other wishes do you need me to fulfill for you?"

"This goes to the northwest, there is a Changyang Mountain, when you get here, you will know my intentions. Go, until you inherit my divine power, there will be no one in this world who can compete with you!"

Divine power?

Do you really want to help the ancient demon god fulfill his wish, even if he is the descendant of the Heavenly Punishment Heaven, he has read a lot of ancient rumors in ancient books over the years. Xingtian is the most vicious person in the world, and the day of his resurrection is the time when the living soul is destroyed.

"What are you still hesitating about, the world is bullying you, harming you, bearing you, and resenting you!

"Ahhh

In the middle of the magic circle, Duan Muya covered his head and knelt on his knees, as if he was in extreme pain, what is it, he can't let himself go, what is it, he can't let himself hate yet, what is it, he can't let himself go on a killing spree!

In my mind, figures suddenly flashed.

There is a mother, there is Murong Ziyuan, there is a master, there is a senior sister, there is Wu Xin, and there is Wen Yaoxi.

No, I can't just do it, that demon god's puppet, I can't!

In mid-air, Li Yan and the other three people already felt more and more difficult, firstly, the most stable confinement technique in the Xuantian Great Array, the Xuanhuo Chain had been broken, and secondly, Duan Muya in the formation did not weaken his breath, but slowly rose up an inexplicable force, this power is so strong, Rao is the power of the three of them, there is a faint momentum that cannot be controlled.

"Friends from the Yan Dao, the Emperor Fu is in charge, what should I do now?" Yu Yusheng asked.

"Kill!" the two replied in unison.

If you can't kill Duan Muya here, I'm afraid that when he brings disaster to the world in the future, no one will be able to kill him.

Suddenly, the three of them suddenly withdrew, and the power of the Xuantian Great Array was greatly reduced, and Duan Muya in the formation was in shock, only to see the three of them descending from the sky, as if they were taking their own lives.

Seeing this, Duan Muya also rose to the sky, and his body was covered by the flames of Xuantian.

In mid-air, the four of them collided together, and the mountain collapsed and trembled, and many disciples on the ground who were slightly weaker were already shocked and flew out, spitting blood from their mouths. Rao is a master of the younger generation like Ziyao, and he can no longer stabilize his body, so he uses a magic weapon to avoid retreating.

When the strong light gradually fell in midair, I saw that Li Yan and the other three were all pale, but that section of Muya was gone.

It was late at night, and the drizzle was falling.

In the dense forest of southern Xinjiang, a man covered in blood sat under an ancient tree. Just from a distance, a fire pattern on his face is particularly eye-catching.

In the dense forest, in addition to the sound of rain, there were also bursts of sobbing, it was the man, the sad man, Duan Muya.

"The world is so big, where is your place, Duan Muya!"

Duan Muya muttered to himself, as if he could only confide in this no-man's land. Although it was only a few days, it gave him a taste of the world. The predecessors he respected actually designed himself step by step, and he also killed his mentor with his own hands. The senior brother he had never met had borne decades of infamy for the wicked people who were still in the Xuanhuo Palace.

It's dirty.

It's called human nature.

Leaning under the tree, Duan Muya gradually felt tired and fell asleep.

In the dream, a huge figure slowly emerged, but the face could not be seen clearly.

"My descendants, since you have chosen to inherit my divine power, you will fulfill your unfulfilled wish for me, are you ready?"

This voice was just like the voice that appeared in my mind in the Xuantian Great Array.

"Why did you choose me?" Duan Muya asked.

"My divine power can help you dominate the world, why don't you seem to be half happy, don't you want to know how powerful this divine power is?"

Duan Muya smiled sadly when he heard this, and said in a low voice: "Divine power? is for the so-called divine power, how many lives have been given in vain, how many people have been ruined, how many feelings have disappeared, I, what's the use of asking for this divine power?"

With my divine power, you can take revenge, and you can send all those who deceived you to hell and fall into reincarnation forever!"

Revenge, there is already an indescribable hatred in me. When he was young, his family was ruined, and this account had to be settled with the Dry Heart Thief and the Sect of Heaven. Decades ago, the two senior brothers' great feud had to return to the Xuanhuo Palace to make it clear to that person. There are also masters and sisters, this bloody feud, if you have this power, you can get revenge.

In the dream, Duan Muya was still tormented by this difficult choice, torturing and questioning.

It wasn't until he slowly opened his eyes that the scene in front of him made him no longer unable to restrain the surprise in his heart.

It was her, it was her.

"Are you alright?"

This familiar voice did not have the slightest ferocity, not the slightest murderous intent. As if first acquaintance, gentle and moving.

"How did you end up here?"

Duan Muya stood up, turned his back to the figure in a purple dress, and said coldly.

"I'm here, naturally, looking for you. Murong Ziyuan said quietly.

Duan Muya smiled sadly when he heard this, and said coldly: "Looking for me, did Long Ying want you to come to find me, or did you want to find me yourself?"

Murong Ziyuan was stunned when he heard this, and only after a while did he reply faintly: "You, come with me!"