Ling Hao's eyes were red, like Shura, he raised his hand and made a move to kill Yan Canghai. At this time, countless evil ghost Yin soldiers appeared in the blood river, trying to block his steps, but they were all swept away by the little black sword, pierced like paper.

Ling Hao stepped on the corpses of these evil ghosts and stabbed straight at Yan Canghai!

"Haha, you want revenge too?"

Yan Canghai smiled under his mask, no longer looked at Ling Hao in the illusion, but directly looked at Ling Hao himself, and said contemptuously: "Even the current Shangguan Zhiqiong is invincible, and you want to kill me, it's really ridiculous! Since you are in such a hurry to die, go down to accompany your stupid and gullible parents!"

"I'll kill you, the sword will break through the sky!"

Hearing Yan Canghai taunt like this, Ling Hao was even more furious, and the sword shadow behind Xiao Hei came out, killing Yan Canghai with an earth-shattering momentum.

"Carving insect skills!"

Yan Canghai laughed, and with a wave of his long sleeves, this sword shadow that could directly suppress the Void God was dispersed like a mob!

I don't know when, the fake Ling Hao in the illusion has disappeared. And Shangguan Zhiqiong slowly appeared by Yan Canghai's side. Her demeanor and temperament are completely different from when she was young, although her facial features are still so beautiful, but her expression is indifferent, like an emotionless goddess.

"Slut!"

Ling Hao looked at it, and his heart was even more full of blood and blood, and he almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Shangguan Zhiqiong's betrayal, like the death of his parents, is undoubtedly the biggest pain in his heart. Now seeing Shangguan Zhiqiong standing beside Yan Canghai, looking at him indifferently, he seemed to have completely forgotten that this was an illusion, and the mana around him was so strong that he actually sacrificed that magic weapon.

"Kill them!"

In the air, there seemed to be a voice whispering.

There was no need for the hen Qianqian to make a move, Ling Hao himself held the magic weapon, condensed into a long sword, and slashed it with a sword, and suddenly the wind surged, and the sky changed color. And Yan Canghai's laughter stopped abruptly, and it had been split in two and broken in half.

"Kill her, kill the woman who betrayed you!"

The voice said again.

Seeing Yan Canghai dead, Shangguan Zhiqiong's eyes revealed fear, and the mana around her body was condensed, and she was about to make a move, but she was killed by Ling Hao mercilessly and with a sword.

However, behind the dead Yan Canghai and Shangguan Zhiqiong, the first two children appeared, Xiao Ling Hao and Xiao Shangguan Zhiqiong, both with pale faces, watching Ling Hao holding a long sword dripping blood, stepping on the river of blood, like a demon.

Xiao Shangguan Zhiqiong even cried and looked at Ling Hao in despair. But Ling Hao's expression was indifferent, unmoved, he raised his hand again, and slashed out a sword.

"Very well, kill this vicious woman!"

The voice whispered again, as if it were chanting some kind of spell. I saw that the sword was like a bamboo, splitting the river of blood, and slashed straight at the two children. But before he could slash Xiao Shangguan Zhiqiong, there was a sudden piercing scream in the air!

The scream was short and rapid, not like a human being, but like some animal. Ling Hao's eyes didn't move, and the two children in front of him held hands and disappeared together, and the surrounding scenes, which were originally extremely real, also quickly blurred, and soon turned into mist and disappeared.

All the illusions dissipated, and Ling Hao coldly withdrew Xiao Hei in his hand. It turned out that what he took out was not a magic weapon, but only holding Xiao Hei from beginning to end. In front of him was a dense mist, Ling Hao looked at the mist and said, "How can this level of illusion shake my mind. ”

"However, Shangguan Zhiqiong, and Yan Canghai......" He narrowed his eyes and said indifferently: "One day, I will kill you like this illusion to pay tribute to the souls of my parents!"

The mist swayed slightly, revealing a vague human face. And at this moment, a black shadow as fast as lightning also came, squeaking, and crouched next to the misty human face. From this cry alone, Ling Hao could hear that what he had just stabbed was this black shadow that looked like a little mouse.

"Unknown junior, you have passed the first test of the old man. ”

The mist condensed into the shape of a human face, looked at Ling Hao, and said slowly: "The old man is a cicada of Huoshan Mountain, born at the wrong time, born in the era of the end of the law, and no one can pass on his cultivation. If you can come here today, it is a kind of fate, and you can accept this inheritance or leave. ”

As he spoke, the mist finally condensed into a human form, and it was an old man in a white robe.

Ling Hao knew at a glance that this mist was actually a wisp of divine soul left by the cicada immortal in this day. But on this day, the cicada immortal cultivated to a high level, and just a wisp of divine soul fluctuations approached the divine realm, which made Ling Hao's heart tremble.

A wisp of divine soul is still like this, this old man's cultivation during his lifetime is probably far beyond the divine realm!

It seems that in the ancient era of the earth, the strength of the immortal cultivators was not much worse than that of the Heavenly Dragon Continent and other worlds.

"It turned out to be the cicada senior. ”

For such a strong person, Ling Hao has always had respect, and he also restrained his previous breath, and said, "Ling Mou came to this secret realm, naturally to find an opportunity. ”

The old man nodded slowly and said, "The old man has established this inheritance for tens of thousands of years, but all cultivators who pass by here, as long as the conditions are sufficient, have the opportunity to accept the inheritance. Even the old man considered that the aura was thin after the end of the law era, and the talent standard set was already very low, and over the years, he has also ushered in many juniors. ”

"It's a pity, in the end, the aura is thin, and the qualifications of the martial artists are also getting worse and worse, and they are unsightly. ”

As he spoke, the old man sighed and shook his head, and said, "The old man's inheritance has only set up three levels, and for so many years, even the juniors who can break the second level have rarely appeared. Even a little fat man came not long ago, which is even more ridiculous! In the illusion of nothingness, he lost his heart without struggling at all, and indulged in it for several months before he was willing to leave!"

Not long ago, the little fat man ......

Ling Hao listened, his face was strange, this was obviously talking about Lu Jiufeng.

Speaking of this, the old man's spirit was already a little annoyed, and it was obvious that Lu Jiufeng's behavior had also left a deep impression on him.

However, Ling Hao only thought about it for a moment, and he didn't care about Lu Jiufeng's affairs. What he noticed was that the old man's spirit had always had a memory. So if we know how many years he has existed, can we deduce the time of antiquity? And what happened back then, maybe we can also find out a thing or two.

For Ling Hao now, these may be more useful than inheritance!

"The cicada seniors, the juniors have a doubt, and I hope the seniors will solve the doubts. ”

Thinking of this, Ling Hao didn't care about the trial, he just arched his hand and said, "There has been a fault line between the ancient and current martial arts worlds. I don't know how many years have passed since ancient times, but how long have you been waiting here?"

(End of chapter)