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"Hell Legacy!"

A strong voice suddenly sounded in his head, like a thunderbolt slashing violently.

"Hell inheritance, divided into three levels, Hell Fist, Hell Refining Furnace, Hell Demon Horn!"

"Son, I will leave three essence blood in your body, you refine the first essence blood, you will get the content of the Hell Fist, and after refining the second essence blood, you will get the Hell Refining Furnace. Refine the third essence blood, and you will get the Hell Demon Horn!"

"The Hell Fist is the supreme exercise in my Hell Clan, and the power of the fist can ring a few hell bells! When my father was a father, he rang 10,000 hell bells with one punch, killing a million miles in a radius! Blood flowed like a river, and lives were devastated!"

The voice rolled.

Ye Qingyun was slightly surprised, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He knew that the other party thought that the inheritance that accepted him was his own son, but he didn't think that it was an outsider.

However, Ye Qingyun did not interrupt the other party's words, and listened to the other party's words quietly, he became more and more interested in inheritance. "Hell refining furnace is to regard your own physique as a Dan furnace, refining everything, after you awaken, your own cultivation will be relatively low, as long as you continue to kill martial artists, demon beasts, and refine them all, your cultivation will be greatly improved!

Super strong!"

"This third essence blood is the hell demon horn. The Demon Horns of Hell will give you supreme magic and make you brave the more you fight!"

The voice rang out quickly, and seemed to disappear immediately.

"Son, congratulations on your awakening, but why don't you speak?" the voice sounded again.

"Well, thank you!" The playfulness on Ye Qingyun's face became stronger and stronger, and he said thank you very politely.

"Thank you?" Hearing this unfamiliar voice, the voice obviously hesitated, but soon, the voice became angry: "Damn, who are you?

The monstrous anger quickly condensed a middle-aged figure in front of Ye Qingyun.

"Father!"

Looking at this figure, behind him, the young man shouted excitedly: "Father, you didn't pass on Hell to him, did you? That's my thing, Father, don't make a mistake!"

His voice was excited and anxious.

These words fell on the middle-aged man's phantom, and Ye Qingyun obviously saw that the middle-aged man's face had become gloomy, and he was about to resist blood.

"Boy, you take my inheritance, I'll let you die!" The cold voice suddenly sounded from the middle-aged man's mouth, as if the thunder of the nine heavens fell suddenly.

Behind, when the young man heard this, his whole body was suddenly stunned.

"Hell passed it on to him?"

An incredible look appeared on the young man's face, it was his infernal inheritance, but now it was taken by outsiders?

The Hell Inheritance, that is the supreme inheritance of the Hell Clan, can only be obtained by the most core disciples of the Hell Clan. And yet, now it is acquired by an outsider?

If the old monsters of the Hell Clan knew about this, they would be furious, thunder and rage!

This is a great shame for the Hell Clan, and at the same time, it is also a shame for the Hell King!

He actually gave the inheritance of hell to outsiders with his own hands, instead of his own son.

"Don't look at me so excitedly, don't worry, I will cultivate well!" A more and more playful light appeared on the corner of Ye Qingyun's mouth.

Seeing him like this, the Hell King was about to go crazy, the anger on his face became thicker and thicker, and the killing intent in his eyes was very monstrous, soaring into the sky, as if he wanted to swallow Ye Qingyun alive!

It's infuriating!

This is the inheritance he carefully prepared for his son, but now that it has been obtained by Ye Qingyun, how can he not be angry?

"Boy, you're dead!"

The Hell King's voice was cold, and he took a sharp step forward.

"It's just a phantom, what can you do with me?" The corners of Ye Qingyun's mouth rose up, his voice was cold, he didn't retreat, but advanced, and his hand suddenly pulled out the ruthless holy dragon sword.

The golden sword shimmered with an icy sheen in the sunlight.

Dao Dao sword qi permeated the surroundings, causing the space to solidify. "You are just a cultivator of the Human Emperor Realm, and you dare to speak to me like this?In ancient times, people like you, I killed too much!" The voice of the Hell King Phantom was very cold, as if he was the incarnation of Hell, even if it was a phantom, it could emit a monstrous evil aura, in him

There was a black mist on his body.

The black mist seemed to waft out of hell.

"But not only can't you kill me, but you will also be killed by me!" Ye Qingyun said indifferently.

"Arrogant boy, give me death!" said the Hell King, who stopped talking nonsense, and said indifferently, his phantom shuddering.

Only when the inheritance is over, can his illusion appear, if it appears early in the morning, how can he pass on Hell to this young man in white?

Ye Qingyun smiled indifferently, and the sword technique in his hand became erratic, making it impossible to see the trajectory of the sword.

This is gray sword intent!

It is a very high sword intent.

In essence, there are three types of sword intent, one is low-end sword intent, one is mid-range sword intent, and the last one is high-end sword intent.

Ye Qingyun's previous two sword intents, the Wind Sword Intent and the Aurora Sword Intent, were both mid-range sword intents, and the gray sword intent that he had comprehended now was a high-end sword intent.

There is a big gap between the two sword intents, and they are extremely different.

"What, such a fast sword?" The Hell King couldn't see Ye Qingyun's move at all, and the trajectory of the sword when the other party shot was irregular, making people confused.

The Hell King's face changed.

Suddenly, I found myself in a gray space.

There are countless sharp blades there, and they are sometimes false, sometimes true, false and real, and do not know the truth or falsehood.

Suddenly, with a thud, the blade slammed towards his phantom.

The speed of that sword was very fast, and with some kind of violent sword aura, it fell on him.

The crazy sword aura permeated the surroundings, causing his phantom to tremble violently, and the next moment, the phantom seemed to blow away like a gust of wind and disappeared.

The speed of that blade was unimaginably fast.

The young man froze in place, he never imagined that his father, the Hell King, would be defeated so quickly!

I heard an angry voice in the void.

"Boy, I remember you! When I wake up, it will be your time of death!"

The sound gradually dissipated into the void.

Ye Qingyun stood in place, looking indifferently at the young man who was stunned in place. The boy's body trembled violently.