With the efforts of all the people, they finally found the mechanism of the stone gate, and after the rumbling sound, what appeared in front of the pasture road was a huge stone stele, on which the stone tablet was carved with a small seal: "Chop Jiao to become holy, God Zhao Erlang!

After the stele, there is a large hall of stone houses with a radius of about dozens of zhang. In the center of the main hall, there is a statue of more than ten zhang.

Although it is only a stone statue, the surface of the dress exudes a golden fluorescent light, which is very magical. In the hand of the stone statue, he held a three-pointed and two-edged knife, and straddled a longbow diagonally to the north. On the cantilevers of the longbow, there are four small characters engraved, and from a distance, you can vaguely distinguish the appearance of the small characters: gold bow and silver bullet.

The stone statues are extremely exquisitely carved, especially the faces, which are handsome and majestic, which makes people daunting.

The third eye on the forehead of the stone statue is like the eye of heaven, and no matter which direction it is, it feels like the stone statue is looking down on it all the time.

On the lower right leg of the stone statue, there is a stone carved demon beast that looks like a dog but not a dog, leaking long fangs, looking extremely fierce.

This is the Erlang God? This 'dog' is the Roaring Sky Dog? Mu Jinglu stared curiously at the Erlang statue in front of him, with a slightly curious expression.

Compared to the legend of the Jiro God in the previous life of Makiji, the Jiro God in front of him seems to be no different from the Jiro God in the previous life.

The two mortals were left outside the stone gate by Zhao Yu, and the four courtyard pillars of the Emperor Gate followed Zhao Yu and the three of them followed Ximen Yan into the main hall.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Zhao Yu came to the stone statue, knelt on the ground, and bowed down.

Ximen Yan frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Yu's back with a puzzled and solemn expression. Although the pastoral path is curious, it is also full of wariness around it.

In Mujinglu's view, no matter what cave mansion is, it is full of all kinds of mechanisms, and if you are not careful, you may die here. And Zhao Yu entered the cave and walked straight, but he seemed very casual. The more this is the case, the more vigilant the pastoral path becomes.

After kneeling down, Zhao Yu stood up, looked back at Ximen Yan and Mu Jinglu and glared, then the corners of his mouth curled, smiled evilly, and rushed towards the stone statue.

"It's not good! Retreat!" Ximen Yan was startled and subconsciously stepped back. Mujing Road did not dare to delay, and when Ximen Yan shouted, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the shoulders of the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu, and Ling Bo did not stop under his feet, and quickly retreated towards the stone gate.

Zhao Yu, who appeared in front of the stone statue's legs in the blink of an eye, did not stop at all, pulled out the long sword at his waist, cut his palm, and then slapped the stone statue's instep fiercely.

After Zhao Yu's right hand touched the instep of the stone statue, the stone statue suddenly burst into golden light, illuminating the entire hall without a trace of darkness. Whether it was Mu Jinglu and the others, or the four courtyard pillars of the Emperor Gate, they subconsciously covered their eyes to resist the golden light emitted by the stone statue.

The golden light appeared only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light receded.

After the golden light receded, the eyes erected on the forehead of the stone statue suddenly came to life, and after a few flexible turns up and down, left and right, he finally locked his gaze on Zhao Yu.

Before Mujinglu, Ximen Yan and the others could figure out the situation, their erected eyes shot out a golden light again, running directly between Zhao Yu's foreheads.

"Divine Light Inheritance!" Ximen exclaimed in surprise, looking at the golden light connecting the stone statue and Zhao Yu with a look of disbelief, as if he was hesitating.

Is it the inheritance of the god Erlang? No, the god of Erlang is one of the best existences in the heavenly court in Taoist mythology in the previous life, if Zhao Yu's inheritance is successful, won't the emperor be invincible in the world in the future?

Mu Jinglu thought, his expression froze, and he squinted his eyes and thought about how to interrupt Zhao Yu's inheritance.

Damn, just think about what you can do, move him first! Mu Jinglu was ruthless in his heart, pulled out the broken sword at his waist, took a step, and rushed towards Zhao Yu with a diagonal body.

As soon as the pastoral path moved, the eyes of Ximen Yan on the side lit up, his hands quickly sealed, and two spells shot out. One ran directly towards Zhao Yu, and the other quickly rushed into the body of Mu Jinglu.

What kind of sect is this demon girl? It's actually the same as a girl, and she can bless others.

Mu Jinglu felt the vigorous power of the five treasures in his body, and was shocked and puzzled.

At this time, it was not the time to study the Ximen Yanmen Sect, the rushing pastoral path stabilized his mind, stared at Zhao Yu's back fiercely, and the five-colored sword of the broken sword appeared again.

After the sword appeared, it buzzed non-stop, and with the blessing of the power of the five treasures of the pasture path, it stabbed towards Zhao Yu's back fiercely.

Not to mention the four courtyard pillars of the Emperor Gate, even the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu beside Fang Cai Mujing Road didn't have time to react, and watched Mu Jinglu sneak attack Zhao Yu.

"Bold!" The fastest reaction was still the sword-wielding horse pillar who had been staring at Mu Jinglu and the others. Ma Dazhu shouted, grabbed a few sword flowers with the long sword in his hand, and then killed him towards the pastoral path.

Ma Dazhu is a red-level monk, if it is a hard touch, the pasture path is not necessarily Ma Dazhu's opponent. The corners of Mu Jinglu's mouth curled, and with a turn of his feet, he easily bypassed Ma Dazhu and continued to stab Zhao Yu in the back.

Ma Dazhu was shocked for a while, and he didn't want the inconspicuous Zhuji Wuzang Wash Boy to pass his sword moves so easily. didn't have time to think about it, Ma Dazhu's waist twisted, turned around, and chased towards the pasture road.

However, how could Ma Dazhu have the speed of the pasture path? In the blink of an eye, the five-colored sword light of the pasture path was only three or five inches away from Zhao Yu's back.

Mu Jinglu looked a little excited, the person in front of him was an Orange Rank late stage monk, although it was only a sneak attack, but if he could hurt him, he was afraid that he would be famous all over the world.

Mu Jinglu thought, his face became more and more fierce. Just when the sword of the pasture path road was about to pierce into Zhao Yu's back, a big hand firmly grasped the sword of the pasture road.

"Boy, looking for death?" the angry voice came into the ears of Mu Jinglu, followed by a huge force from the hilt of Mu Jinglu's sword.

Mu Jinglu looked at Zhao Yu who had turned around in shock, and then was picked up by Zhao Yu like a toy without resistance.

After two laps, Zhao Yu let go of his hand, and the body of Mu Jinglu flew out quickly, smashing the statue, like a dog, next to the stone statue.

There was a muffled thud, and the back of the pastoral path slammed into the head of the gargoyle, and then fell to the ground of the main hall.

"Early stage of the Yellow Order?!" A coquettish cry sounded, and Ximen Yan looked at Zhao Yu in disbelief.

"Hmph!" Zhao Yu snorted coldly, looked at the pastoral path that fell on top of the main hall with disdain, and then turned to look at Ximen Yan, and said with an evil smile: "I heard that the Yangui Fairy has worked the bed, I wonder if this guard is lucky enough to see it today?"

Ximen Yan didn't look at Zhao Yu with a look of casual disdain, looked at Zhao Yu with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "Hehe, yes or no, I'm afraid I have to wait for Zhao Guard to try it!"

"Haha!" Zhao Yu laughed disdainfully, and said arrogantly: "That guard was offended today." ”

Zhao Yu shouted, grabbed the void in front of him with his right hand, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in the stone statue's hand shrank suddenly, and then suddenly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in Zhao Yu's hand again.

Ximen Yan's eyes narrowed, and his expression became jealous.

With the help of inheritance, Zhao Yu crossed the orange level in the blink of an eye, stepped directly into the third grade of the yellow order, and even faintly had the momentum of breaking through the middle of the yellow order.

has just broken through the instability of the natural realm, and Ximen Yan still has the confidence to fight, after all, he has broken through the Yellow Order for decades. The inheritable magic weapon was obtained by Zhao Yu, which made Ximen Yan lose the slightest confidence.

On the Xuanwei Continent, the inheritance magic weapons are all comparable to immortal weapons for the earth realm monks. Especially before the Blue Rank, the power of the ancestors carried by the inheritance magic weapon is the nemesis of the low-level monks.

Ximen Yan didn't dare to hold it up in the slightest, his hands quickly sealed, and a somewhat empty guqin appeared, floating in front of Ximen Yan, shaking up and down.

The battle between Zhao Yu and Ximen Yan is about to break out, whether it is the Four Pillars of the Imperial Gate or the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu, they all pay attention to the two of them.

At this time, the pastoral path that fell next to the canine-like statue naturally no one paid attention.

Although Mu Jinglu was not unconscious, the serious injury in his body made Mu Jinglu, who was lying on his back in the main hall, lose his consciousness and his pupils were dilated.

When Zhao Yu and Ximen Yan were about to start fighting, the pupils of Mujing Road changed again. The pupil of the left eye is illusory like a diamond ring with diamonds, and the pupil of the right eye is like a crescent moon.

In a blur, a faint light emitted from the eyes of the canine statue.

The anomaly of the pastoral path and the canine-like statue was not noticed by the few people present. Zhao Yu also launched an attack on Ximen Yan.

Zhao Yu kept waving the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand with both hands, and the Dao Dao knife qi exuded a yellow sword glow, and he galloped towards Ximen Yan quickly.

Ximen Yan's face was solemn, and his hands kept plucking on the virtual guqin in front of him, and after the sound of the qin, countless sword qi shot out, colliding with Zhao Yu's sword qi.

In the main hall, there was a rumbling blasting sound, and the whole hall was shaking, and dust and stones fell from time to time.

The four courtyard pillars of the Imperial Gate had already supported their own magic weapons, not only to resist the falling stones, but also to defend against the aftermath of Zhao Yu's spell shock.

The Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu naturally wanted to rush in to save the pastoral path, but Zhao Yu and Ximen Yan's fighting method was indeed too fierce, not to mention getting close to the stone statue, even if it was the aftermath, they had already shocked the two of them out of the main hall, and then fell outside the stone gate, becoming seriously injured.

The two mortals outside the stone gate had long since fled without a trace when the fight began.

"Qin Demon! Ambush on all sides!" Ximen Yan shouted, his left hand continued to fluctuate the strings, and his right hand made a seal with one hand, and the yellow level aura in his body surged out, passing through the handprint of Ximen Yan's right hand, and all of them were submerged into the guqin in front of him.

After the aura was submerged, Ximen Yan's sword qi became more and more powerful, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye. The air around him seemed to freeze, and there was a suffocating murderous aura everywhere.

Zhao Yu squinted his eyes, and while staring at Ximen Yan through the Dao Dao sword qi and sword qi, he had never heard of the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand.

It is also aggrieved, Zhao Yu has always been conceited and excelled. But in the face of Ximen Yan's Qin Pavilion disciple who was so good at attacking, Zhao Yu had to keep consuming the spiritual energy in his body to compete with Ximen Yan to see whose spiritual power was stronger.

The Emperor's Sect Method, which uses imitation of the method of copying the land as a means of attack, coupled with the special luck of luck, most sects are often pressed and beaten by the spells of their own sect in front of the disciples of the Emperor's Sect.

Although Zhao Yu also practiced the Emperor's Method, although he was lucky, Zhao Yu was also one of the few martial arts idiots in the Emperor's Gate. The use of luck, for Zhao Yu, is more of an auxiliary.

Zhao Yu, who is not good at copying and imitating the enemy's combat skills and spells, is naturally not just beaten. As soon as he stepped into the Yellow Order, he happened to meet the enemy of the Yellow Order, so that Zhao Yu, who was a martial idiot, could become familiar with his realm faster.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yu, who had already begun to show his lack of spiritual power, suddenly appeared with a gap between his forehead, as if he had been slashed with a sword.

After the crack appeared, it slowly became larger and larger, and finally from the crack of the black hole, an angry eye emerged.

As soon as the angry eyes appeared, Ximen Yan could clearly feel that the air around him condensed in the blink of an eye, and it was a little thicker than when he played the ambush on all sides before.

It must be the inheritance of supernatural powers! Ximen Yan thought solemnly, raised the thumb of his right hand, and then wiped it on the strings from left to right.

The string that had been wiped over had turned from silvery white to blood red in the blink of an eye.

"Blood weeps! Phoenix Nirvana!"

After Ximen Yan roared and drank coquettishly, the spiritual power around Ximen Yan was frantically absorbed by the guqin in front of Ximen Yan with the naked eye.

After the aura was absorbed into the guqin, it turned into blood red instead of the transparent appearance of the aura in the past.

The blood-red aura did not shoot out immediately, but kept rolling around the guqin, gradually gathering the appearance of a phoenix in the city. With the continuous influx of aura, the phoenix became bigger and bigger.

"Go!"

Ximen Yan drank again, and the blood-colored phoenix on the guqin opened its narrow phoenix beak, let out a terrible long roar, flapped its blood-red wings, left the guqin, and rushed towards Zhao Yu.

Provoked by the blood-colored phoenix, Zhao Yu's third eye seemed to be even angrier than Zhao Yu himself, staring at Zhao Yu's forehead, and then shot out a sword light, shooting towards the blood-colored phoenix's head.

The flying phoenix hissed again with a long roar, and its two wings bowed forward. The burst of sword light slammed into the wings of the blood-colored phoenix, shattering the left wing of the blood-colored phoenix.

The blood phoenix, which had lost one of its wings, did not fall, but roared angrily, flapping its remaining wings, and continued to rush towards Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu's face froze, he snorted lightly, raised the three-pointed two-edged knife flat on his chest with his left hand, and pointed to the floor of the hall with a sword finger in his right hand, and shouted: "Xuanwei borrows the law, pointing to the ground into steel, up!"

Zhao Yu roared, the sword pointed upward, and the original stone slab on the ground suddenly turned into silver-white metal, standing upright, blocking in front of Zhao Yu.

In the flash of lightning, the blood phoenix slammed into the metal iron plate with a bang, sending out violent fluctuations and spreading out in all directions.

The entire hall trembled with the fluctuations, and more stones and ash fell.

The four courtyard pillars of the Imperial Gate were shocked by the violent fluctuations and flew upside down, flew out dozens of zhang in the air, smashed into the stone wall of the main hall, and then fell to the ground one after another, and blood came out of the shock.

The pastoral path, which was still confused and dizzy, was naturally thrown up from the center of the main hall by the shock wave, and it also smashed the stone wall of the main hall.

However, when he landed, he was cushioned by a soft object.

The only thing that didn't move in the slightest in the main hall was the statue of Erlang God in the center of the main hall, and even the dog-like stone statue at the feet of Erlang God was missing.

Zhao Yu and Ximen Yan, who caused such a shocking scene, were no better, and they were also swept up by the shock wave, but the two of them relied on their body skills to turn backwards and land steadily, and did not hit the stone wall like the Siting Pillar and the Pastoral Road.

Ximen Yan's chest kept rising and falling, panting, but Zhao Yu was much better, but his clothes were a little messy, and his handsome and mighty face was stained with a lot of dust.

"What a domineering inheritance!" Ximen Yan looked at Zhao Yu with a calm face, and said as if praising and fearful: "It seems that it won't be long before your Emperor Gate will add another Blue Order power." ”

"Hehe!" Zhao Yu seemed to be very satisfied with the inheritance he had obtained, and said with a wicked smile: "My Emperor Sect is an authentic cultivator, so it is naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao. ”

"It's you Ximen Yan, don't try to escape alive today!" Zhao Yu put away his evil smile, his face became extremely fierce, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand disappeared in place.

Ximen Yan secretly exclaimed in his heart, hurriedly stepped back, and kept plucking his hands on the guqin.

"The big river goes east, the waves are yellow sand. Different from the shouting of the law, Ximen Yan slowly opened his mouth and sang softly.

As soon as Ximen Yan's soft singing voice fell, a surging spiritual power fluctuation flourished from the guqin in front of Ximen Yan. After the fluctuation of spiritual power, a river of hanging rivers fell from the sky, as if it was pouring down directly from above the nine heavens, and then quickly spun up, surrounding the Ximen Yan.

In the hanging river, there is constantly yellow mud and sand mixed in it, obscuring the vision, making it impossible to see where the Ximen goose is.

The Hanging River around Ximen Yan had just appeared, and Zhao Yu, who had just disappeared in place, suddenly appeared next to Jiutian Xuanhe, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife high in both hands, and slashed towards the Hanging River.

"Kill the demon! Drink!" Zhao Yu shouted, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, with a rich yellow color, smashed the hanging river like a huge earth hammer.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the entire hall was shaken. The hanging river around Ximen Yan was cut by Zhao Yu to a halt and no longer rotated.

"Hmph!" Zhao Yu snorted disdainfully, pulled the three-pointed two-edged knife back violently, and then swept it back: "Break!"

There was another violent tremor, and the hanging river burst out with a soft thought, and countless droplets of water fell to the ground.

The Hanging River was formed by Ximen Yan with spiritual energy, and after being dispersed by Zhao Yu, while seriously injuring Ximen Yan, it also made Ximen Yan lose control of the Hanging River.

The droplets, which had lost the support of the aura, dissipated into the air before they could fall to the ground.

"Hehe, the wild goose returns to the fairy, how is the new combat skill of this guard?" Zhao Yu carried a three-pointed two-edged knife, slowly walked to Ximen Yan, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and said with an evil smile: "After the guard will let the fairy taste the bliss of the world, I will send the fairy on the road." ”