Chapter 23: Inheriting the Murong Family for Ten Thousand Years

"These two little girls have already been punished, and no one is allowed to embarrass them after today because of what happened to the deity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Otherwise, die!"

Chen Ping's words were mighty and spread all around the auction house. Whether it is in the hall, the guests who are armed with swords. or the guards standing at the door, all bowing their heads, and no one dared to raise their heads. But there were quite a few people in the crowd, their shoulders shaking from time to time with anger. The lowered head, the chest full of anger, from time to time burst out of the desperate, bloody decision. It was full of anger and the courage to fight bloodthirsty against all odds. But under the shackles of reason, it is constantly suppressed.

Within a moment, the top appraiser of the auction house came to Chen Ping. For the strong, they will not be afraid. But I don't dare to be disrespectful.

Under the so-called experts, Chen Ping no longer had the slightest interest.

"I've sold this to your auction house. ”

Immediately, Chen Ping said again.

"The amount is divided into five points, and the little girls before each get one point. ”

The efficiency of the auction house is really high. Under everyone's frightened gaze, Chen Ping slowly walked out of the auction house with about more than 10,000 gold coins.

……

However, the two little girls who were picked up by the greeter slowly woke up in the back hall.

The two who woke up couldn't help but look at each other. In each other's eyes, I feel grateful. With Chen Ping leaving, someone in the hall brought a few thousand gold coins to the two of them.

Before Chen Ping's terrifying power, Tegel made the little girl faint briefly. On the one hand, it created a negative image for Chen Ping.

Then Chen Ping slowly sat on the back of the little yellow squirrel, and waved his hand to wake up the little girl, and went to the place where the little girl was locked together.

The little girl sat in front of Chen Ping, and as the little yellow mouse jumped, the little girl was also excited. Chen Ping looked at the excited expression of the little girl in front of him, like a bird flying into the sky, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

However, as the little yellow squirrel progressed, the bustling streets were gradually abandoned behind them, towards the muddy path, narrow and bumpy. Maybe it's because people walk around all year round, and the muddy path is full of footprints. The road is lined with abandoned houses, the eaves of which have long since collapsed to the ground, and there are only four walls. Occasionally, some houses still have doors and windows, but from the difficult door, you can see all kinds of furniture in the abandoned house. Worn-out beds, broken chairs.

Huang!

From this old house, there are even many overgrown weeds, all kinds of weeds, mixed in with them, and even occasionally you can see some containing toxins.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a poor place in that prosperous capital. However, Chen Ping saw the slightest trace from this old site. The broken tiles and cracked walls are by no means in disrepair. It was caused by a great war in those old days. Even in the cracks of the wall, you can see the solidified black substance, which is the result of blood splattering into the wall and solidifying for many years.

Following the little girl's guidance, the little yellow squirrel jumped and finally came to the end of this deserted village.

After a bumpy ride, Chen Ping couldn't help but be stunned.

The houses are lined up in rows, and the smoke curls into the sky.

At the end of the deserted village, there is another village.

In the humble houses, there are laughter and laughter from time to time. Not to be able to see the way, one or two naughty boys ran out of the house and ran towards the other houses.

However, under the leadership of the little girl, Chen Ping gradually came to a dilapidated house.

Huh?

Chen Ping couldn't help but be puzzled. The little girl said that there was only one sister here, so why was there another person?

The little girl couldn't wait to run into the old house, and then Chen Ping also entered.

Dusty houses, dilapidated old furniture. In the hall of the house, there are hundreds of wooden signs.

I think these are the ancestors of the little girl.

Ooh!!!

One Ladder!

Two Steps!

Three Ladders!!

Dozens of stairs!

At the very beginning, the wooden sign was almost up to the house. However, the distance could not stop Chen Ping's gaze, just because of the age, his handwriting was already blurred. But Chen Ping could feel that the person who wrote the tomb of the little girl's ancestors, from the faint handwriting, the pen took the momentum of the dragon and snake, and he must be a person with a lot of hearts.

The little girl's ancestors are so knowledgeable, and they are continuous, dozens of generations, without interruption.

However, the wooden sign is close to the bottom floor, and the little girl's grandfather is two or three generations up, the fourth and fifth rows from the bottom, and the little girl's great-great-grandfather, great-grandfather, grandfather. The wooden signs were almost piled up in those three rows, and if they weren't crowded, I am afraid they would have been impossible to place.

Tragic!!!

Almost all the houses were mourned!!

If it weren't for the wars and catastrophes, the inevitable catastrophe of heaven and earth, I am afraid that it would be difficult for this large clan with a long inheritance and a large population, in just three generations, almost the entire clan will be wiped out.

If it weren't for the little girl's grandfather, there were still four tablets, I am afraid that the little girl's family would have been wiped out.

Chen Ping couldn't help but look at the little girl's great-great-grandfather again, the place with the most wooden signs, Chen Ping couldn't help but tremble.

From left to right, in turn.

Murong was mad, at the age of forty-four, guarding the heavenly imperial city, defeating the Seraphim, and died in battle.

Murong Wuself, died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve, guarding the Heavenly Imperial City, and died.

Murong Yun, who died at the age of thirty-six, died in battle with the four-winged angel.

……

Murong Tian, at the age of forty, killed thousands of enemies in his life, killed countless fifth-order enemies, and died in the Western Heavenly Realm.

Murong Sheng, at the age of thirty-six, killed the sixth-order Douzun and died in the Western Heavenly Realm.

……

Horse leather shroud, killing countless enemies. Died on the battlefield, full of loyalty!!!

Since that great-great-grandfather, guarding the imperial city, countless blood relatives have died in battle, three generations in succession, running around to fight, and fighting countless times. With the Western Heavenly Realm, the Western Holy See has almost reached the point of never dying, drinking each other's flesh and blood.

Even from the trembling handwriting on the wooden sign, it can be seen that the anger and sorrow contained in it almost emanated from the name. Each time a wooden plaque is sent to the spiritual seat, the points of hatred increase.

The little girl, the little girl's father, Murong Fu, her grandfather, the little girl's grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather.

Six generations.

It happened to be a thousand years ago when the Imperial City was destroyed. The fuse of the East-West war began.

However, in the little girl's grandfather, the wooden signs began to gradually decrease.

Three generations of single transmission. Even in the generation of little girls, there are only two little girls left!!

Why?

Why has the profound family been reduced to such an extent?

Their past glory, can't they shelter today's Murong family?

Every powerful family, or powerful group. They all have one thing in common.

Strong, but can be inherited, only belong to the 'own people' of the magic power.

However, no!

The little girl's thin body, except for barely living, rough and red palms, all showed that she had never practiced any martial arts.

That!

Why?

Within a moment, the little girl came out of the back hall with her sister.

With a pale face, sunken eye circles, and no breath of life in the entire body, it can even be said that it is in danger.

Cursed?

Two situations instantly appeared in Chen Ping's mind, and he immediately dispelled his thoughts.

No!

None of them are right!

The little girl struggled to hold her sister. Slowly and carefully carried my sister to the center of the hall, and reclined on the corner of the chair in the hall.

Seeing Chen Pingping standing in the center of the hall, watching his ancestors. couldn't help but walk to the spiritual seat, took it out on the side, and handed three sticks of incense to Chen Ping.

However, the little girl rummaged left and right, but could not find the flint, and she couldn't help but be a little impatient.

Facing the little girl's panic, Chen Ping couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart. couldn't help touching the little girl's little head, and then the three sticks of incense were thrown in the void, and they were instantly cremated at the end of the incense.

In the face of Chen Ping's magic-like supernatural powers, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been excited. However, the little girl was indeed in this shocking cremation, her eyes were empty, and her body trembled.

Fear?

Chen Ping felt that the little girl was actually frightened, and even panicked.

Fire?

Fire, frightened the little girl? No, what he feared was the spark that followed.

Looking at the little girl who was gradually surrounded by fear, Chen Ping couldn't help but feel distressed and regretful. If she doesn't stop and guide her, then I'm afraid she will lose herself.

In an instant, Chen Ping inserted the three sticks of incense into the Ding in front of the case. Then he put one hand on the little girl's heavenly spirit cover, and endless dark power instantly enveloped the entire hall. The dark red aura of the past, since Chen Ping's heart broke the barrier, the red element was gradually forced to the depths of the Divine Sea. Nothing but pure darkness, boundless darkness.

The dark world changes day and night, eternal and eternal, and all things are not afraid.

The ancient and modern times are still fixed, and the heavens and the earth are not shocked. I have a vertical and horizontal road, Hongmeng Avenue.

……

Explain my heart, temporarily relieve my soul.

The sword aisle is endless, and the sword is terrifying.

Wholeheartedly seeking the right way, I am free in ancient and modern times!

This is recorded in the first part of Chen Ping's "Hongmeng Zhentian Great Demon Record". This is not his own originality, but the sword intent borrowed from a former Hongmeng kendo madman.

It's an imitation, but it's the essence.

The words are like an empowerment, poured into the little girl's mind. A trick to the pinnacle, a powerful classic sword move, like opening the gate of heaven and earth, made the little girl fall deep into it.

However, as darkness enveloped the entire house, a person suddenly burst out of the corner of the hall.

"Be nosy, look for death!"

Fourth-Order Dou Master!!

But I saw that the man was holding a giant sword, dressed in black and robed, with a thin face and a hooked nose, and he looked extremely vicious.

The man shouted angrily and slashed at Chen Ping.

The bright aura that came from the giant sword made Chen Ping feel angry. It's damn to actually attack the little girl!

Rumble!!!

The strong and domineering light fighting spirit, like a ray of dawn, instantly smashed towards Chen Ping.

Just as he was about to smash into Chen Ping, the boundless darkness instantly spontaneously organized a barrier in front of Chen Ping.

Rumble!!!

The strong fighting spirit instantly bombarded the dark barrier.

Whew!!

The fourth-order Dou Master retreated seven steps in a row under the strong backlash. His hands were shattered, and he could only hang down weakly. The blade in his hand made a click, a click. In a few moments, it was reduced to a cloud of broken iron.

"The fourth order of the Doushi is actually like this. Look for death!"

At this moment, Chen Ping squinted his eyes downward, and the cold light in his eyes shone. The boundless darkness followed Chen Ping's anger, like a raging wave, mighty and fierce.

"God will not let you go. You'd better let me go, or you'll die with it. Mortals are vulnerable to God. ”

In the face of Chen Ping's anger, this person was not frightened.

Come to think of it, the god in his mouth has given him countless courage and given him strong and surging self-confidence.

"God, your god gives you confidence, doesn't he? Well, you don't have to die!"

At first glance, the man was instantly replaced by ecstasy, and his eyes were full of contempt as he looked at Chen Ping.

He has always believed in it. His God is omnipotent, omnipotent, and invincible.

"Hahaha!!"

"My God is glorious, shining with the sun and the moon. For the sake of your knowledge. I won't bother with you!! remember not to be my enemy again!!hahaha!!"

This man laughed so freely. Chen Ping looked at the venomous face, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he was no longer swayed by anger. However, under the calm eyes, the man's wild laughter gradually stopped.

Then he began to notice a difference, the infinite darkness was gradually condensing, gradually as if it were substance.

"I'm not going to kill you, I still lack a dog!"

With that, the boundless darkness gradually condensed around the black-robed man's body, and then gradually merged into the body.