Looking at the weak Cangxuan in front of him, Song Hexuan, who had never cried since Uncle De's death, left tears in one fell swoop.

Two lines of tears slowly flowed from the obsidian-like eyes, and the crystal tears crossed his cheeks and dripped to the ground little by little.

These are reluctant tears, although Cangxuan is arrogant and cold, but in Song Hexuan's opinion, he is definitely a good teacher.

At the beginning, after Song Hexuan discussed the evil skills against the sky with him, Cangxuan became his actual teacher.

Qingyun took care of himself and covered the sky with one palm, which made him understand that martial arts are never limited to routines, and real kung fu can be sent and received at will.

In the palace, he insisted on fighting with little life energy left, and used this best actual battle to teach Song Hexuan what innate battle is and what is the real evil skill.

It is precisely because of the teachings of the three of them again and again that there is the horror of black and white impermanence after today's four evildoers.

Behind him, Xia Qiqi and the others were puzzled, they didn't understand why the evil Song Hexuan on weekdays had become like this.

The blood knife shook off the long blood-colored hair on the back of his head, walked in front of Song Hexuan with a serious face, and spoke.

"Are you crying? This is not an emotion you should have, we are grateful to you to be here again, not to mention that you promised to help us fulfill our last wish. So, don't cry. ”

The voice of the blood knife is very faint, so faint that there is almost no emotion, it is hard to believe, this is which bloody knife who killed decisively, which bloody knife that killed tens of millions of people to lose their voices.

However, Song Hexuan heard the trembling suppressed in his voice and the reluctance suppressed in his voice from his calm voice.

Song Hexuan's lowered head kept shaking, and his low sobbing couldn't be suppressed, looking at the continuous trembling of his shoulders. Xia Qiqi, who was behind him, walked up silently.

"Smack, smack, smack."

Each of the three people patted him on the shoulder, and although now they didn't understand what was happening, as brothers, they would stand behind him anyway and share something.

"Well, don't say it's useless. Cangxuan's body can still support it for a while, of course, this is without fighting, so we still have a certain amount of time. ”

"That's it, a good man is ambitious in all directions, what does it look like to cry and cry, don't forget that you are the one who inherits my mantle, and my demon lord Cangxuan doesn't need a weak man. Stand up for Lao Tzu. ”

The voices of Cangxuan and Kurong continued to echo between heaven and earth, and a cold murderous aura rose to the sky, pressing Song Hexuan and the four of them directly to the ground. Almost suffocated.

In the end, it was the blood knife that came up to resist this momentum, otherwise Song Hexuan really didn't know if the four of them would be crushed into pulp by the angry two.

"I almost suffocated!"

"This old Taoist priest looks at his kind eyebrows, and he actually has such a great murderous nature, which is strange."

"Nima, just now I seemed to feel that Lord Dao Yan was waving to me."

The discussion of the three people behind made Song Hexuan smile bitterly, the old Taoist priest with kind eyebrows? Joke.

Originally, Song Hexuan also thought so when he first met Ku Rong at the beginning, but. Later, when the blood knife came out of his mouth, he realized how terrifying this old Taoist priest was.

Cangxuan and Kurong are both figures of the same era. Cangxuan is the master of the two realms and six factions, and is the founder of the Demon Gate after Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty respected Confucianism.

Ku Rong was the oldest and oldest of the Taoist sect at that time, and he was not rejected by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty because of his meritorious service in opening up the territory. As for what is the opening of the territory? This Song Hexuan also asked, but the blood knife didn't say.

Later, the blood knife finally couldn't bear Song Hexuan's ink, and told him that at that time, wasn't the Turks killed and divided into two parts. There is a credit to this old Taoist priest.

Hehe, what a quiet inaction.

"Okay, I'm letting you in today because it's here."

Ku Rong helped Cang Xuan to sit on the ground, walked over with a serious face, and pointed to the big tomb behind him and said.

Looking at the bewildered expressions of the four people, Ku Rong sighed and explained slowly.

"Song boy, how did we dead people come here, I thought about it now that you have a clear idea, a set of internal strength and a dead man, I have to say that this Wu Dingji is an existence against the sky."

Looking at the Kurong Dao Elder with a melancholy face in front of him, the three people behind Song Hexuan were stunned, they now finally understood the reason why Song Hexuan's personality had changed greatly after the Tang Family Fort Ten Thousand Poison Palace.

It turned out that after that one more time, Song Hexuan's body was no longer a simple him, so there would be the shocking heart of Qingyun Castle and the power to turn the tide in the palace.

"That's why there is Qingyun Castle and the Imperial Palace"

Xia Qiqi is a little stuttering now, in fact, he is not to blame, this matter is really a bit fantastical.

Looking at Xia Qiqi's shocked expression, Ku Rong nodded with a serious face, and then spoke.

"Yes, we are already dead, it was Song Xiaozi who happened to practice the internal skills we left behind, and then our souls were summoned back from heaven and earth by Wu Dingji."

"I'll take care of the rest."

The blood knife walked up from behind, and after Ku Rong's words, he said solemnly to Song Hexuan and the others.

"We don't come back forever, after all, we are dead, and when our remaining life energy is exhausted, it will be time for us to say goodbye."

"And according to the rules of the summoning of the Wuding nationality, after we are summoned again, we will inherit our martial arts, and after you accept our inheritance, Song boy, you can help us fulfill an unfulfilled wish as a reward."

Wishes, inheritance? Is that what called us in? Song Hexuan was a little skeptical about this, if this was the case, there was no need to call Xia Qiqi and them in, right?

As if he saw Song Hexuan's question, Ku Rong silently walked in front of him, and then under everyone's horrified gaze, it was a big chestnut on the spot, knocking Song Hexuan's tears almost left, it hurt too much.

"You want everyone to pass it on to you? What are you when you are? Encyclopedia? Do you know why Wu Dingji summoned us? In order to make the martial arts inheritance of our predecessors and sages not be severed, you look at your eyes, every grave is a heritage, how many do you think you can accept? ”

Looking at the endless grave in front of him, Song Hexuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, hehe, with so many inheritances, even supercomputers in the 21st century may not be easy to use.

Behind Song Hexuan, Xia Qiqi, Cang Er, and Yun Blind were also numb, especially Xia Qiqi, who had a dense phobia, and he was almost dying.

"I called you in this time because you have advanced to the innate and met the most basic conditions for inheritance, and you can start accepting our inheritance."

It's true? This is Song Hexuan's first reaction, this inheritance is simply a weapon for upgrading, and it is not so fast to ride a rocket.

Looking at the longing expressions on the faces of Song Hexuan and the others, Ku Rong is a chestnut again, for no reason, he just wants to beat his hands a little itchy.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, inheritance is not for you to ascend to the sky in one step, the immortal spirit that has been passed on to you, and our unique kung fu, as for the things in the realm, you still have to understand it yourself."

"Remember to Lao Tzu that only what you understand is what really belongs to you."

The sound of the bloody knife returning to murder came from the side, knocking all the people who were dreaming back to reality.

Looking at the dry Rong with a serious face, Song Hexuan and the others also retracted that indecent expression.

"There is one more thing I forgot to tell you, this Song boy should have experienced it, that is, the illusion set by Wu Dingji, passed, born, and inherited martial arts; Still, die. ”

A dead word made the entire heaven and earth change color in an instant, and the entire consciousness space was shaken by this momentum.

"It's up to you to decide whether to die or live."

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