"It seems that as long as there is a sect, it does this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" He Lao interjected coldly beside him.

"That's what I said, but the first patriarch of the Demon Pavilion, but he left an extraordinary killing move in his spiritual position, when any head of the sect visits the listed ancestor, he always has to visit his spiritual position, and then the supreme fierce spirit in the spiritual position will run out and possess the body of that one of the heads!

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa Soul Splitting Reincarnation Divine Dao?" Yinchen couldn't help but ask.

"Exactly!" Ghost Li Ming insisted: "That magic ......" Before he could finish speaking, he heard the other three all gasp.

"No wonder the Demon Wei Pavilion was so powerful at the beginning, it almost forced the Divine Sword Gate to have nowhere to hide, if it weren't for the Hanshan Temple to come forward and suppress, I was afraid of ......" Zhao Guangyi sighed, but heard the old man snort coldly: "Crooked and evil ways, it's not enough! If the old man with demon blood is really as powerful as the first master, how can he not even take the old man's palm?" When he said this, the others could only shut up, and the ghost's face turned red.

He has lived for a hundred years, where did he ever think that this "old brother" in front of him would be such a terrifying guy?

"And what happened later? How did you know?" After all, Shidoucai was thoughtful, and immediately thought of the loopholes in the old ghost story.

"Mr. Moxin himself told me. "Ghost Li Ming said a reason that people can't believe:" Before the rescue of Yin Shanluan this time, Mr. Moxin's temperament changed greatly, he did things upside down, and he spoke back, and we worshippers thought that he had some kind of illness, or was under some vicious curse by Sang Tianliang, and we were very anxious, and we didn't dare to go against his will, but the day before I left here, I was called by him alone to the patriarch's hall, where I saw the soul of the patriarch of the founding school, and slowly emerged from him, and even gave me empowerment and passed on the gong, so that I had the strength to return to the void. The ghost elder said that his voice suddenly became low, and he even couldn't cry a little: "The founding patriarch told me that Mr. Demon Heart is no longer Mr. Demon Heart, but Tian Wanzai, a remnant of the Third Reich! If an ordinary person does this, with the ability of the soul of the Founding Patriarch, a little trick can completely destroy his own divine soul and become the physical puppet of the Founding Patriarch, and then all betrayal of the sect will be in vain! However, Tian Wanzai was carrying a medium-grade holy weapon left over from the Third Empire, a hidden holy weapon that had never appeared in the history of a thousand years! That holy weapon could actually resist or even suppress the soul of the patriarch, so that the soul of the founding patriarch was weakened day by day, so that the most powerful inheritance method of the Demon Pavilion, was completely cut off......

"The soul of the patriarch has not resisted, but once it resists, it becomes the kind of situation we see in front of us, the head of the house is not light, his speech is reversed, his behavior is contradictory, the ancestor has exhausted his soul power, and he can only control Mr. Demon Heart intermittently for a few minutes, he took advantage of these few minutes, and explained to me, so that I could find an opportunity to find a talented and intelligent disciple, take it to the secret transmission location of the Demon Pavilion, and pass on the three major divine skills, all of them, the ancestor knows, the method he thinks of this master inheritance, in fact, can not be passed on for thousands of generations, and now it has been so many years, and it has reached the point of exhaustion, but he is unwillingHe also thought that future generations would be able to complete his unfinished business, but now, no one in the Demon Pavilion, Black Mountain Villa, is willing to exert some strength in this regard!"

Yinchen listened, only felt that the sky was falling apart, and what was swirling in his mind was overflowing shock, he had never thought that a kind of divine skill, a kind of divine skill that is just to strengthen the body and can injure and disable the enemy, is so difficult to inherit, and so thrilling to inherit! Thinking of the 100,000-year-old inheritance of his hometown, he can just click a few keyboards and mice in front of the computer terminal, and he can ask for anything at will, what Vatrentican's light magic, what kind of civilization flame inherited from Huaxia in Luohai City, what dark magic of Northern Russia, what mysterious summoning specialization of Liang Hai through the ages...... These things are just a bunch of data in the database, and anyone can get them at will as long as they can afford to pay a certain monetary price, after all, any magician is a child of the magical civilization, and they are all the recipients and disseminators of this inheritance. Silver Dust, who has lived in his hometown of Gabroyle for seven years, has long been accustomed to looking for information on the Internet at any time, looking at the life of the raiders, and when he arrives on this wind source continent, the data in the terminal of the Canonial civilization is only afraid that it is more huge and rich than Gabroyle's, all-encompassing, from making wormholes to how many peppers to put in stir-frying, no matter what inheritance, no matter how rare it is, how difficult and profound, how remote and remote, as long as you enter the database of Canonicle, you will never want to disappear, you will not see Kanonicle's original theories about the use of magic, difficult and profound knowledge that non-neutrino theory experts cannot understand, and the mystical inheritanceWith the death of the Canonikor civilization for 100,000 years, is it still in the hands of Silver Dust? With such a life experience, Silver Dust's cognition of inheritance is still stuck in the various materials that pop up in the database, and his cognition of divine skills is still stuck in the various comparison parameters of quantum model experiments, and he will never think about what kind of arduous efforts and what kind of infernal affairs of blood and tears must be staged between several generations or even more than ten generations of a sect for a divine skill.

"How is that possible...... This, why the hell is this!" Yinchen shouted out a little uncontrollably, his heart flashed with the flash of Yun Wuyue's deathbed, the serenity of Wei Wuliang's willingness to commit suicide, and the heroism of the thunder god and the ghost god, and the final desolation. He didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't believe that the knowledge inheritance in the pre-knowledge explosion era was so bloody and cruel, and the two strongest and greatest gods in the world at the beginning, in order to inherit the word, could be willing to extinguish the divine fire, smash the divine power, and completely reduce to the same insignificance and ordinariness as all living beings. "What's impossible? You kid, you really have a strange idea!" Ghost sneered miserably, "It's been like this for a thousand years, and it's still the same for another thousand years......"

"Can't we make some changes?"

"How to change?" Ghost Liming's rhetorical question blocked the silver dust back, yes, how to change? Published and engraved into a book? So what? In this world, in addition to "Qingfeng Decision", there are tens of thousands of divine skill classics that have been engraved in the book, but how many can be passed down in the end? Everyone in this world practices divine skills, but how many people can read? How many people can count? How many people can really have a high level of Chinese? At this time, Yinchen sadly discovered that what really made Gabroyle's civilization eternal inheritance was not the civilization terminal, not the database, but Gabroyle's hundreds of billions of people with university education!

The premise of the explosion of knowledge is the explosion of education.

At the cost of the worthlessness of the literati, it is the prosperity of civilization.

"It turns out that the one who can rule people in this world is not the strongest combat force, but just smarter people. Yinchen's heart flashed with such a realization, but he didn't say it, he stared at the eyes of the ghost, stared at the silence and madness that permeated the blood-red pupils, and said seriously: "Then who is the disciple you chose?"

"I haven't had time to choose, but after the founding patriarch was empowered in the air, he just explained it, and then there was no more sound, I think it's already ...... After that, Mr. Demon Heart began to rescue Yin Shanluan's plan, in fact, everyone was against it in their hearts, after all, how could a righteous gentleman like Yin Shanluan cooperate with us Demon Dao?"

"I took advantage of the time when I went out to buy some pocket things, I went to the final inheritance place of the sect, and found a copy of the three great divine skills, after estimating this operation, I will find a random five or six-year-old boy in this Pershing City who cares if he is reliable or unreliable, as long as the physique is good, the three major divine skills will be passed on, and it can be regarded as using up the value of this life, to be honest, if it was before, my old life could still do many things for the Demon Pavilion, but now, the Demon Pavilion no longer needs me, because it is no longer the Demon Pavilion. Speaking of the three words "Demon Pavilion", the tone of the ghost name was full of gratitude and sorrow mixed together. He is sincere and loyal to the sect, but his destiny is impermanent, and his sect actually betrayed him.

Ghost Liming took a deep breath, and then, a momentum erupted from his body, the same momentum as Wei Wuliang in the Blood Prison. "Before today, I never thought that I would be able to see you in the vast sea of people-" He looked at Silver Dust directly, and looked at Silver Dust's face suddenly turned pale: "I originally thought that you would stay in Blood Yang City, after all, you have done such a big thing, for the secret disciples of the Demon Pavilion, it is simply unimaginable merit and reputation, if you are the sect master, hey!" He smiled suddenly, stretched out his hand to stop the silver dust that was about to pounce, gasped, and then said:

"When I heard your voice behind the Dharma field, although I was almost broken apart by this old brother's palm, I was also ecstatic, in this world, who else can compare to you, an eleven-year-old disciple, a sixteen-year-old secret disciple!" As he spoke, he suddenly tore through the black robe on his upper body, revealing a sturdy, sword-scarred chest, and on his chest, a thin chain was wrapped around it, which was usually made of unbreakable cold iron, and the chains were tightly bound with three thin pages.

Ghost Li Ming stretched out his thin ghost claws, carefully took out three thin black books, and handed them to Yinchen, and none of the people around him came up to stop them, although everyone knew that the divine skills recorded in those three books were not tolerated by the righteous path in the world.

Yinchen stretched out his silver-colored hands and gently took the three thin books, and his movements trembled slightly.

"That's fine, from now on, the tradition of the Demon Pavilion, whether it's Sang Tianliang or Tian Wanzai, it has nothing to do with you. With that, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Don't!" This time, it was absolutely impossible for Silver Dust to let himself make a mistake again: "Wei Wuliang doesn't want you to die like this!" He stretched out his hand, and the Great Dispersal Technique had already squirted out from his fingertips.

"What is unclear, the inheritance of the Demon Wei Pavilion has been maintained by the old man, such a feat, Wei Wuliang is only jealous below?" Ghost Liming's voice became erratic, and a purple halo slowly floated on his body, which was the same light as Yun Wuyue and Wei Wuliang, called the light of sacrifice.

However, this light was completely shattered and annihilated in the blue light of the Water Magic Great Dispersal Technique. Oni opened his eyes and glared at him, his eyes flashing with surprise and anger alternately.

"Do you want to watch the old man be humiliated on the guillotine?" asked Ghost Rima coldly.

"I can't let you die like this. Silver Dust repeated what he had just said, a purple light lit up on his hand, and the three thin books disappeared without a trace, and his face distorted when he saw it. "First of all, you have to tell me, what is the unfinished business in the mouth of the first patriarch, and what kind of person is he? Second, you have to explain to me, what is the current Black Mountain Villa, what should my relationship with them be? Finally, ......"

"The will of the Founding Patriarch is clearly written in the book, can't you just read it yourself?" Ghost Li Ming interrupted Yinchen's words: "As for the name of the Founding Patriarch, hey! Say it and scare you to death!" He paused deliberately, and then said coldly: "His name is Lihingtian!"

Horror turned to a crushing silence that swept through the tiny room, shattering everyone's confidence and arrogance to ashes. It is not a place, but a person, a legendary person, a legendary master, the world's number one master.

His legend, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has never faded. The defeat of his subordinates is not anyone, but the entire sect. He was the first and only special case of the Heavenly Rules in this world, just like today's Silver Dust, he was the only demon god in all the legends of the Wind Source Continent who could face thousands of troops alone.

"Among the three armies, taking the head of a general is like picking up something. The Heavenly Demon Dances, the three armies are exhausted without touching their robes, the Heavenly Demons disintegrate, enter the body to fight and turn into gas, turn into qi and distract from the distraction, distract from the gods, and destroy the Dao, and the Dao is broken and empty, and the souls are killed, slaughtering all the strong enemies in the world, condensing the soul, exhausting all the martial arts in the world, with a dart in one hand, a pair of iron claws, spanning the world for a hundred years, the heroes are tied up, the claws and blades are empty, and there is no enemy who is together! This is the beginning of the story of Lihingtian, whose legend is the only myth about ordinary people for thousands of years.