This time.

Peng Qing has been wandering in the thirteen mansions of Jokhang.

Constantly hunting monks from the True Martial Realm or above the True Martial Realm.

for.

It is to complete this inheritance task.

After all, the True Martial Realm is also the backbone of the cultivation world, and if a large number of True Martial Realm cultivators die in one place, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion and attention of others.

Wool is to be gathered.

Nor can you catch a government and make a hard effort.

Otherwise.

He can't get away with it until now.

For two years, Peng Qing has been wandering between killing and being hunted down, and the lives of nearly ten thousand True Martial Realm monks have piled up his realm to the point of manifesting sainthood.

Arguably.

This kind of improvement is particularly terrifying.

But in his hand is the blade of weeping blood.

Peng Qing found that he had gained more experience points from killing monks than others.

And.

When killing nearly 10,000 monks, the Blade of Weeping Blood also transformed from a spirit weapon to the level of a Dao weapon, and it was not an ordinary Dao weapon, but it had reached the level of the Second Seal.

A spiritual martial eightfold manifestation of the strength of the Holy Realm.

Cooperate with the Blade of Weeping Blood of the Second Seal.

Arguably.

Even if it was in front of the Great Cultivator of the Divine Martial Realm, Peng Qing was not without the strength to fight.

As for killing the monks of the True Martial Realm and the Spirit Martial Realm, it would be even simpler.

Here's why.

The reason why he can almost complete the inheritance task in about two years.

"Is it really the last link after completing this inheritance task?"

Peng Qing asked.

In the ring, the voice of the sword slave came out, and he said slowly: "If you can slaughter ten thousand True Martial Realm cultivators, you are already qualified to obtain the true inheritance, and you will become the strongest existence in heaven and earth at that time." ”

"The strongest?"

Peng Qing shook his head secretly.

He didn't believe all of the words of the sword slave, and the so-called strongest in heaven and earth was just a gimmick.

But—

Judging by the changes in the body.

Peng Qing was almost certain that the inheritance he had received must be extremely powerful.

At least.

At this stage, among the players, there should not be anyone who has obtained the inheritance, which is stronger than themselves.

Once the final task is completed.

He will be able to obtain the completed inheritance.

Until then.

The strength is bound to skyrocket.

Although it is impossible to really be invincible.

However, it is not impossible to become the number one player.

At that point, it's easy to get what you want, whether it's a reality or a game.

But—

When thinking about what he might get after becoming the strongest player, Peng Qing's heart was extremely calm, and there were almost no waves.

Slaughter so many monks.

His heart gradually became cold.

For a lot of things.

Although he still has a certain obsession.

But it is not easy to cause mood swings.

At the moment, except for the thought that when I am about to complete the task, there will be some uncontrollable fluctuations in my heart, and there are not too many emotional changes.

"Dare to kill the deacon of my sect, look for death!"

An angry shout came from afar, accompanied by a powerful burst of power, only to see a burly monk coming from the sky and killing Peng Qingzhen directly.

In his sight.

You can see the withered body on the ground.

Although it has changed a lot.

But he can still distinguish that it is a person from his own sect.

For Peng Qing.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the other party's origin, since he dared to kill the deacon in his sect, there was only one way to die.

Although in the eyes of this monk.

Although Peng Qing's strength is extraordinary, it will not make him jealous.

That's just at this time.

Peng Qing's hand holding the sword was raised slightly, and the blade of weeping blood had already slashed out.

In the eyes of the monk.

He could only see a flash of cold light, followed by an earth-shattering killing explosion, which made his mind seem to be frozen in an instant.

It seemed like a moment.

It was as if a long time had passed.

When the monk came to his senses, he found that he had no control over his body, and his blood was gushing out of his throat as if he had been pulled by something.

Less than two breaths in time.

A corpse that looked like a dry corpse fell to the ground, a pair of eyes glaring angrily, and a look of doubt still on his face.

It doesn't seem to have been expected.

How could he die so easily?

"You killed 10,000 True Martial Realm cultivators!"

"You've completed the mission of the Inheritance!"

The prompt of the system came as promised.

Peng Qing immediately checked his taskbar and found that the inheritance task now showed the status of completion.

"Mission accomplished!"

"Prepare to receive the last inheritance!"

The voice of the sword slave rose from the ring, and then said: "The movement of the inheritance is a bit big, find a secluded place, otherwise it will not be good to be interrupted." ”

"How long does it take to pass it on?"

"It doesn't take long to pass on, but it also takes a certain amount of time, and if you accept it here, once it's interrupted, it's a failure. ”

Hear that.

Peng Qing didn't ask too much.

However, he can also have a hunch that this inheritance is really not simple.

At the request of the knife slave.

It didn't take long for Peng Qing to find a secluded mountain forest, and when his divine thoughts swept out, there was nothing around that could threaten him.

Immediately.

He said, "What is going to happen next?" ”

"Sit down cross-legged, ready to receive the inheritance. ”

"Good. ”

Peng Qing crossed his knees as he said, and the Blade of Weeping Blood was put aside by him.

Wait until you sit down cross-legged.

Peng Qing felt a strange energy envelop him all over, and his mind was instantly immersed in it.

From the outside.

A monstrous breath of blood poured out of the ring.

In the blink of an eye.

Wrapped Peng Qing and the Blade of Weeping Blood, and then turned into a huge blood cocoon, and there was already a faint thunder buzz on the sky, as if it showed that something ominous was happening.

The other side.

With being wrapped in a blood cocoon.

Peng Qing found himself entering a world that seemed to be a sea of blood.

A sea of blood surged below.

Endless souls wailed and screamed in it.

As for in the center of the sea of blood, there is a long knife bound by chains.

Most of the blade was submerged in the sea of blood, revealing only a small half of the blade and the hilt.

But in Peng Qing's opinion.

This is clearly an enlarged version of the Weeping Blood Blade.

"Where is this?"

The body stood in the void, and Peng Qing's face was puzzled, but there was also a dignified look.

Standing above the sea of blood, he could feel an ominous aura all around him.

Evil!

Slaughter!

Even if Peng Qing killed more than 10,000 people, the killing intent and bloody taste accumulated in his heart were like a small witch in front of the sea of blood in front of him, and there was no comparison at all.

At this time.

A voice rang out from above the Sea of Blood.

"This is the inheritance space of the Sword Master!"

"As long as you hold the hilt of the sword in the sea of blood, you will get the complete sword master inheritance!"

The sound is faint.

It is not clear to distinguish between southeast and northwest.

Or rather, the sound comes from the space itself.

However, when he heard this voice, Peng Qing's heart was slightly relieved, after all, coming to such a strange and strange environment would inevitably make people feel uneasy.

It's the appearance of voices.

Let him understand that this is indeed the place where he will be passed on after completing the task.

It's just—

The words of that voice made Peng Qing's heart feel relieved, and at the same time, his face was stunned.

Knife Master!

It was the first time he had heard of the name.

Speaking of which.

After getting the inheritance task for so long, Peng Qing didn't know which strong person the inheritance he got came from.

When asking the sword slave.

The other party also avoided talking about this, and only told him that if he went to the end, he would naturally understand the identity of the inheritance master.

Stay until now.

Peng Qing can be regarded as knowing.

His inheritance comes from a strong man named the Sword Master.

This sword master may be his real name, but in his opinion, it should be more of an honorific title, or a title.

Knife Master!

Master of the Sword!

"What a big breath!" Peng Qing couldn't help but say secretly in his heart.

But the more the other party speaks.

The more he understands the power of the lineage.

Think again.

Previously, Peng Qing had always thought that the reason why the knife slave was called a knife slave was just because the other party was a servant.

But now that I think about it.

Knife Master!

Knife slave!

The identity of the other party is somewhat clear.

Hold the hilt.

can be passed on.

Thinking of the words of that voice, Peng Qing took a deep breath, and after Shen Nian Yukong flew towards the long knife inserted in the middle of the sea of blood.

Stay close to the long knife.

He could really see how huge this long knife really was.

It's like a mountain.

Just the small half of the blade that exposes the sea of blood combined with the handle of the knife has a length of twenty or thirty zhang, and most of the blade that directly submerges into the sea of blood is at least forty or fifty zhang.

A long knife of nearly 100 zhang.

Peng Qing was a little unimaginable.

What kind of strong man can drive such a weapon?

"Just put your hand on the hilt!"

At this moment, the voice in the blood sea space came again.

Stroke your hand over the hilt?

Hear the words.

Peng Qing got closer again.

At this moment, the lines engraved on the handle of the knife have become extremely clear, and each seemingly ordinary line combined with other lines seems to come to life in his eyes.

It is the pattern of the seal.

It's like a terrible knife move.

In addition to this.

It's more like flowing blood, as if it can swallow people completely.

For no reason.

Peng Qing suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and even the hand that was about to be stretched out paused.

Bad premonition!

Is there something wrong with the inheritance?

He hesitated.

But on second thought.

It's just a game, and while it can affect reality, it doesn't erase the fact that it's just a game, and no matter what happens in the game, the player is immortal.

Since it will not die.

Then a lot of worries can be thrown away.

Again.

In order to accomplish this task, it has been two years of intermittently searching for monks everywhere to slaughter, and it has taken a lot of effort.

The final goal is only the moment.

It would be a waste to give up just because of a bad premonition.

Come to think of it.

Peng Qing's eyes were fierce, and his palm suddenly pressed over.