The gang of people in Qingluan Hall didn't know that Du Xuan had been abused to death before, and finally entered the real inheritance land unconscious, and they didn't know that Muhammad's team acted quickly, surpassing Jiang Luan and the gang leader who were left behind, and could catch up with the footsteps of Wu who had just picked up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And in the deepest part of this inheritance channel, that is, the very center of the entire inheritance land, the desert god who claims to be the second prince of the Khamhela Empire, Fisjieli, is quietly paying attention to this happening.

"The Great Sage, Abd al-Hazr!"

The head of the noble desert god was slightly raised, but his voice revealed great respect, and in both of his memories, the figure of Abd al-Hazr existed. However, the Great Sage in the first paragraph is only an innocent child, and in the second paragraph, he is an old man who descends from the Chaos Outlands.

He did not witness the glorious period of Abd al-Hazr or the true fall of the Khamhera Empire, but only experienced the greatness of the Great Sage from the scarce documents and the mouth of his companion Udisian.

"Lucky young man!"

The god of the desert looked at Zhao Huangqi, who was closing his eyes and contemplating, and sighed softly.

Then, his gaze swept over Wu Liang and the others, and looked at the second lucky person who received the inheritance, who was none other than Muhammad's team member, the Arab man who was hanging his son.

"The Druids, the inheritance of the Indomitable Spirit!"

The Desert God's gaze is very gentle, because this indomitable spirit was once his companion in the battle with Ediron, but in the great battle between Edillon and the Tritheistic Cult and the Church of Light, he was killed by the Hate King Diablo, who later brought his inheritance here and buried it in his own hands.

"The Ta Dura Academy's quest for the Spirit of Nature is at a standstill, and I hope you can get his gift to add vitality to the Druids." The god of the desert left a heartfelt blessing, and if the Arab man succeeded in obtaining the inheritance of the Indomitable Spirit, he would be able to hear his voice at this time.

Immediately, his eyes fell on Du Xuan, who was really a little miserable, and he couldn't help laughing.

"The Great Sage Blue Yisen is known for his glory to the world, and in order to prevent the mage clan from going astray again, the mage war reappeared in the world, wrote the book "Assassin's Creed", founded the Assassin Alliance, assassinated all evil mages, and brought a long period of peace to the shelter."

"But the legacy he left behind himself is not flattering!"

The legacy that Du Xuan received at this time was left by the Great Sage Lan Yisen, who created Assassin's Creed, and not by Abdul Hazir, Udisian, or others. And the reason why Du Xuan was so "easily" able to enter the inheritance test of Blue Cloth Forest was precisely because he had been in contact with Assassin's Creed for a long time.

"In order to become a saint, Lan Yisen found another way to completely isolate the darkness of his body, and although he became holy in one fell swoop, he could not properly place his own darkness and make it escape into the shadow world and become a shadow." The god of the desert muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to, "Although there are no living beings in the shadow world, there are countless shadow products, and the shadow of the sage is extremely evil, almost causing the shadow world to come to reality and cause a catastrophe. ”

"Lan Yisen had no choice but to capture his own shadow, and took great pains to imprison it in this inheritance place, but he also let the three hell demon gods take the opportunity to carry out evil banishment, leaving all kinds of hidden dangers!" The god of the desert sighed, looked at Du Xuan, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and asked, "I wonder if your companion will be able to obtain the inheritance of the blue cloth?" I don't know if he can control that lawless shadow! ”

The god of the desert looked away at the figure that had just stepped into the center.

"Amitabha!"

As soon as the Buddha's name is raised, his hands are folded.

"The little monk secretly thought that the Duxuan benefactor had a bright heart and a quiet belly, even if the shadow entered the body, it would be fine."

Monk Hua hung his head slightly, and said with a determined face.

"Then let's talk about you, since you can get out of my surveillance, then you must be very familiar with this inheritance land, who are you here on behalf of? What do you want to explain? ”

The face of the god of the desert was not as illusory as before, his face was clear, handsome and extraordinary, if Wu Liang could be present, he would definitely be able to find that this face was no different from that of the prince who unfortunately died in a conspiracy. He was now sitting on a strange throne made of tree branches, with only a faint silhouette of his body, his chin propped up in his left hand, staring at the pious flower monk with a kingly disregard.

The flower monk's eyes were miraculous and he looked at the desert god, and his lips opened lightly, revealing a heavy name.

Suddenly, the aura of the desert god was disordered, the translucent body fluctuated non-stop, and the branches on the seat behind him rustled, obviously shocked by the words of the flower monk.

"Ha, haha!"

The desert god drooped slightly, holding the crowned head with both hands, staring at the ground and smiling bitterly, like a mad demon, crazy.

"Since you've been gone for so long? Why is it still there? ”

……

The soft and weak priest Dou Dou is young and introverted and not good at words, so his presence in the Qingluan Hall is very low. Nai He Qiao, who walked with him, was known as Nai He Yin by the outside world because of his soft voice, cold temperament, and handsome appearance.

According to common sense, the taciturn Dou Dou should be accompanied by Guo Erli, who takes good care of him, but he inexplicably followed him when he was on the road alone at Nai He Bridge.

Along the way, the two newcomers of Qingluan Hall have never talked once, Dou Dou's face is slightly red, and he is always ashamed to speak, but He Qiao is used to being silent and does not want to speak.

The slightly strange combination of coldness walked for a long time, and neither met a companion nor found danger, only the dim light overhead, and the dull sound of the feet.

"Should I speak?"

Dou Dou walked with his head down, and he had been struggling with this question in his heart, but he really couldn't find a reason to speak, the level of understanding between the two was almost zero, and his interests and hobbies were even more confused. But just when he used the widely used question of "what to eat at noon today" to get rid of the embarrassment, Nai Heqiao took the lead in breaking the silence.

"The brightness in the channel increases, and the holy light in the space increases!"

With a crisp sword groan, Nai Heqiao held the knight's long sword in his hand, and his right arm was on top of a finely carved knight's shield, and some feminine voices said calmly: "If there were no enemies, we should have entered the inheritance test, just in case, be careful!" ”

Dou Dou held the priest's scepter tightly in his hand, found that his palms were stained with sweat, and he was hesitating to wipe it off, when he found that Nai He Qiao was already holding a sword and a shield in front of him.

"Follow me!"

The voice was still feminine, but firm and powerful, and the shy Dou Dou couldn't help but hum, and followed the footsteps of Nai He Bridge and walked forward.

Different from the inheritance test that Du Xuan faced, the passage where Dou Dou and Nai He Bridge were located became brighter and brighter, and even in the end, the entire passage was bright, and the murals on the walls were completely covered by the light, and the two of them seemed to have stepped into a palace of light where the shadows retreated.

Without receiving any system prompts, the two could only move slowly, although the world at this time was a little frighteningly white, but it was the light emitted by the holy light that was rich to the color of the color, and the two people who were extremely friendly to the holy light because of their professional characteristics not only did not reject it, but enjoyed it abnormally.

Suddenly a song full of divine aura sounded in the space, and Dou Dou, who was a priest, and Nai He Bridge, a knight, had heard of it.

It was the angels of the High Heaven singing sacred hymns merrily!

In this regard, Nai Heqiao respectfully performed a knightly salute, while Dou Dou followed those ethereal voices and sang together.

The meaningless humming in the ears of others came from Doudou's mouth, merged with the angel singing in the light, and then became louder and louder.

Looming angel figures replaced the murals on the walls, and they gradually approached Doudou and flew around him.

Seeing this, the bridge retreated slightly, his face was neither sad nor joyful, his eyes did not fluctuate, he glanced at Dou Dou, who was surrounded by angels and flew up in the air, and suddenly turned his back, acting as a shield against everything for him, and cutting off all the sharp swords.

At the end of his line of sight, a black door appeared, and several figures walked out of the door, and finally disappeared.

Muhammad, who had a grim expression, and his teammates suddenly encountered Nai He Qiao when Dou Dou accepted the inheritance.

Crisis is coming!

The battle is on the verge of breaking out!