The black wind of killing like a substance enveloped almost half of the Black Wind Valley, and in the eyes of Xu Sheng and Zhang Yu in the black wind, this black wind seemed to have no end in sight, and the only thing that could guide them in the direction was that little golden light. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Zhang Yu lay down tiredly, Xu Sheng still stood upright and moved towards the golden point of light step by step.

About when Xu Sheng took two steps with difficulty, a terrible scream came from behind him. He turned around sharply and found that Zhang Yu had turned into a dried corpse, and a burst of blood mist floated quietly above his corpse, and the black wind rolled up, instantly swallowing up the blood mist.

Xu Sheng was stunned and frightened. This killing black wind is really terrifying! From the time Zhang Yu let out a miserable scream to the time he turned into a dried corpse, he didn't even have time to breathe. He couldn't help but retreat in his heart, but thinking that he had already come so far, if he gave up like this, he was really unwilling! Besides, he didn't dare to guarantee that if he retreated, he would not suffer the same fate as Zhang Yu. So even if he is working hard, he can only advance and not retreat!

"If you die, it's better to fight, and maybe you may get the inheritance of Shenjun's predecessors. Thinking so, Xu Sheng took another step and moved towards the golden point of light.

That's right! Judging from Xu Sheng's speed at this time, at most it can be regarded as "moving". Because from lifting his leg to landing on his feet, the whole process not only requires the strength of the whole body, but also is so difficult that it is appropriate to describe it as difficult.

When Xu Sheng took about fifteen steps, he had already reached the bottom line of his normal situation, but the golden point of light still looked so far away. Xu Sheng did not hesitate to summon his bloodline void - "Extreme Griffin", and then the bloodline melted in an instant. His body suddenly skyrocketed to more than two meters high, turning into a blue-skinned giant.

After the bloodline fused, Xu Sheng suddenly felt very relaxed, and even the killing will that invaded the sea of knowledge seemed to be much weaker.

Just as he was about to take another step, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Young man, very good, your will is very strong, and you are not afraid of life and death, you are the best candidate to accept my inheritance!"

If Mo Forgetchen did this again, he would have heard that this was the voice of the Eight Desolation Immortals. The Eight Desolation Immortals had been fooling Xuan Xuan before, just to let Xu Sheng show off his bloodline void appearance.

And now that his blood has melted, the Eight Desolation Immortals will understand that their strategy is half of the success! The Eight Desolation Immortals have always been a very cautious person, and he will only make a move if he has a 100% chance of success.

In fact, when a martial artist summons his bloodline void phase, his will is the weakest, and if he is mentally impacted at this time, it is very likely to cause bloodline backlash, so they have to spend a lot of divine thoughts all the time to control their bloodline void phase.

Even at this time, the chance of the Eight Desolation Immortals succeeding had reached seventy percent, but he still couldn't hold back his excitement. Now he still has the most critical step, which is to let Xu Sheng take the initiative to let go of Zhihai. In this way, his success will reach more than ninety percent.

When Xu Sheng heard this old man's voice, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, in his opinion, he should have passed the test of Shenjun Martial Immortal and had the qualification to obtain the inheritance, how could this not make him happy?

"Junior, come here again, meet the 'Wandai Master Immortal Master' Shenjun seniors. Xu Sheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and sang towards the golden light in the distance.

The Eight Desolation Immortals continued to say in an old voice: "You don't have to make this great gift, I'm just a wisp of remnant soul. I've been in this Black Wind Valley for tens of thousands of years, and it's rare to find a junior like you who is as well-qualified, but yet humble. Excellent!"

"The seniors are too famous!" Xu Sheng replied very respectfully, with no trace of excitement on his face.

"Presumably, before you entered the Shenqing Secret Realm, those guys in the Martial Academy had already told you about the inheritance, right?" "Shenjun Martial Immortal" said.

"I've heard a little about it!" Xu Sheng said.

"Shenjun Martial Immortal" continued: "Very good. I'm sure you're ready to accept my legacy, aren't you?"

The corners of Xu Sheng's mouth raised a smile that couldn't be suppressed, and said, "Always be ready!"

"Okay!" After Shenjun Martial Immortal said good, he continued: "The process of accepting the inheritance will be more painful, but don't panic, open up your sea of knowledge, and let my inheritance memories enter it." ”

"Junior understands!" Xu Sheng slowly closed his eyes after agreeing.

At this time, the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot in the distance, the divine consciousness of the Eight Desolate Immortals suddenly drilled out, and quietly floated to Xu Sheng's approach, and after laughing, he got into his sea of consciousness.

Xu Sheng only felt that a golden ball of light squeezed into his sea of consciousness, and he guessed that maybe this was the so-called "inheritance memory" of Shenjun Martial Immortal. Seeing this golden light ball approaching his soul little by little, he was not surprised, as if waiting for the divine baptism.

The voice of the "Shenjun Martial Immortal" continued, "When my inheritance memories merge into your divine soul, you may feel extremely painful. Don't resist at that time, or you'll lose all your efforts. ”

"Juniors understand that juniors don't need to worry. Xu Sheng said.

After obtaining Xu Sheng's permission, the golden light suddenly accelerated violently and hit Xu Sheng's divine soul at once. The Divine Soul is the spiritual origin of a warrior, but the pain when it is attacked is far from being comparable to the physical pain. But Xu Sheng still gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound.

After the golden light cluster collided with Xu Sheng's divine soul, it suddenly transformed into the shape of an old man. The corners of the old man's mouth were filled with an extremely evil smile, and then he opened his arms and tightly strangled Xu Sheng's spirit.

"Excuse me, how witty you kid is, but now you don't obediently give me this excellent body?" the Eight Desolation Immortals smiled proudly.

At this time, Xu Sheng realized that he had been fooled, but it was too late.

The Eight Desolation Immortals practiced and performed the art of soul refining, devouring and refining Xu Sheng's divine soul little by little, turning it into their purest soul power, so as to strengthen their own bodies.

The soul was torn apart little by little, and the pain was far greater than a thousand cuts.

For a whole hour, Xu Sheng's miserable roar echoed in the black wind of killing, and everyone outside was terrified when they heard it.

"Fortunately, we didn't get into this killing black wind, judging from this miserable scream, Xu Sheng and Zhang Yu have no chance of surviving!" Shen Junyue said with a slightly pale face.