Therefore, when the Killing God came out of the ruins, the moment Fang Chen was truly afraid in his heart, the victory or defeat was almost clear.

The white tiger elephant general, who was covered in flesh and blood, because of the rules of the assessment of the saint's mausoleum, after those fears came, not only did not languish the state, but the momentum became more and more high.

It was precisely because of this that those Dao Rhymes on the blood-colored scythe so easily broke through the old peak master's sword heaven and earth, forcing Uncle Qingshan to be seriously injured with one move.

After all, the rules of Sussan, a saint, are much stronger than those of the old peak master.

But what is rare is that in the Chai Mountain Knocking Sword Cliff, the young swordsman who has already experienced life and death has become more and more calm under the last killing move of the blood-colored scythe.

In the eyes of the young swordsman, because the will to survive had not yet been extinguished, he happened to notice the sword wound on his arm after he fought to the death, and the blood flower that splashed on the stone ground.

Therefore, Fang Chen completely determined the assessment rules of the White Tiger Elephant Hall in his heart.

Courage and killing.

Only those who truly dare to face the fear in their hearts and dare to look at death calmly can be qualified to accept the inheritance of this god-killing butcher.

"Close your eyes and don't look at them, aren't you afraid?"

After confirming the results of the assessment, a rare smile appeared on Bai Qi's handsome face, this Confucian general who looked bookish at the moment, but he was carrying his hands behind his back, looking at Fang Chen, who was struggling to straighten his waist, and shook his head and quipped.

"No, I just don't want to see the blood of my predecessors. ”

Hearing this, Uncle Qingshan turned upright, shook his head a little smugly and said.

In addition, Fang Chen thanked his predecessors for preaching. ”

After skillfully avoiding the topic of closing his eyes, Fang Chen put away the smile on his face, put Shen Yuan into the sword cultivation glove, folded his hands, and bowed towards Bai Qi.

Probably because of the saint's mausoleum in Susang, the fighting during the period was for the assessment after all, so the last few shots of the White Tiger Elephant could obviously take Fang Chen's life with one blow, but he just kept his hand again and again, and even deliberately emphasized the purpose of the assessment here.

It was precisely because of Bai Qi's words that Fang Chen, who had already exhausted Wu Yuan, was able to seize the last opportunity and greet the sword with a frank attitude.

As for that scene of closing his eyes, it was probably because although Fang Chen already had a bottom in his heart, it was still difficult to completely eliminate it in an instant, and the fear of the Sword Supreme in his heart was as Bai Qi said, if he didn't look at it, he wouldn't be afraid.

Although the last sword still had a bit of a gambling element, relying on the silence in his heart, Fang Chen made the right bet.

"Hahaha, you kid, not bad, interesting.

Now that the assessment of the White Tiger Elephant Hall has ended, and you have successfully completed the trial of this seat, then you will take over the inheritance of this seat to kill the gods. ”

Looking at the sincerity on Fang Chen's face, the white tiger elephant general dressed in a white Confucian shirt nodded with satisfaction, then turned around with a laugh and slowly sat upright on the stone chair formed by his raised hand.

Although the ruins under his feet have not been restored to their original state as they were in the state of Bai Qi, such a dilapidated scene has inadvertently attracted the reputation of a god-killing butcher.

The white tiger elephant will be condensed into a throne with supreme might, because it is wrapped in the avenue of killing gods, it looks black and red, and behind the throne, there is a white tiger elephant coiled on the white shoulders sitting on it.

This Su Sang, the supreme fourth general of the human emperor's lineage, is no longer gentle at this moment, and there is absolutely no killing intent, and he only looks majestic.

The power of the supreme captures the ups and downs of all races in the world.

"Fang Chen, are you willing to take over the inheritance of this seat, run rampant in the world with the way of killing, kill all the people in the world who should be killed, and punish all the demons in the Beihai Sea. ”

In the center of the lotus pond, accompanied by the voice of the white tiger elephant general, the red lotus, which had been silent, bowed to the throne together with the lotus leaves, and the magnificent sound spread across the entire space like an avenue.

The white tiger on the throne, with blood-colored pupils and Bai Qi, stared at the young uncle Qingshan who stood proudly.

Su Sang's sage assessment, among which the inheritance of the four elephant generals has its own emphasis, perhaps now it seems that Fang Chen's cultivation talent is not as good as that of the Buddha and the Taoist, and even there is a certain gap with the Nine Emperor Son Li Yuanbai, but it is undeniable that before life and death, Fang Chen's performance was very satisfactory to Bai Qi.

The avenue above the Nine Realms breaks through the realm, and the gap between realms can be smoothed out by talent alone.

The white tiger elephant general sitting on the throne, looking at the young swordsman below, in those eyes as bright as a galaxy, a sea of crimson blood slowly emerged.

"Fang Chen, I am willing to inherit the inheritance of my predecessors and kill the world to be clear. ”

Fang Chen, who was on top of the ruins of the White Tiger Elephant Palace, after hearing Bai Qi's mouth, vaguely saw in his sight the stretching land outside the Divine Capital in the Great Xia Kingdom, with corpses all over the field, and officials and bandits intertwined.

And further north of the North Rejection City, the closest summer city to the Styx Sea, thousands of demon clans dressed in armor and headed south.

The human race ruled by Great Xia, the imperial dynasty is majestic and magnificent, but all the people in the world are rampant with white bones.

Therefore, the little uncle who originally stood proudly in the clouds as a Qingshan Sword Cultivator really bent down to the White Tiger Elephant General and bowed again, taking over the inheritance of this Supreme Being.

"Good, unlike the three of them, there is nothing else in the White Tiger Elephant Hall except for the remnant spirit of this seat, so the inheritance here is only prepared for one person from the beginning.

This seat originally thought that that day was still far away, after all, the princes of the Xia Dynasty who entered the imperial tomb seemed to have no signs of decline, and it was still a long time before the general trend of the world changed.

But the general trend is divided, and this seat has forgotten that there are some heroes in this world, who can overturn the pattern of the whole world with their own strength, such as Su San, and you are also like you. ”

The white tiger elephant general on the throne, after seeing the heat in Fang Chen's eyes, the color of appreciation between his eyebrows became more and more changeable, and he raised his hand and half grasped it, so the white tiger coiled behind the throne suddenly let out a long roar, and then rushed into his palm.

"Fang Chen, there are three thousand avenues, some people are rampant in the world with one way, and some people are king the heavens with several paths, everything you will face in the future is destined to be related to killing.

Therefore, today, this seat will give you a road to the world, to kill to stop killing, and kill the world. ”

When the white tiger completely turned into a hazy blood light in his palm, Bai Qi suddenly shouted, and then raised his hand and pressed it towards Fang Chen.

As a result, that ray of blood light was almost unreasonably expanded several times, forcibly penetrating Fang Chen's body, and in an instant, it occupied most of the Sword Dao Yuan Sea.

The White Tiger Elephant will be given to Fang Chen's inheritance, which is a complete avenue.

Killing.

"The way of killing and the way of the sword belong to the supreme avenue, so these two paths can accompany you to the peak, what this seat has passed on to you is a path that has reached the half-saint, but with your physique Yuanhai, it is not able to carry such a path now.

Therefore, this seat will refine and suppress this path, completely erase the qi on it, and in the future, as your cultivation realm rises, killing all the way, this path will also be unsealed step by step with your comprehension, so as to transform into a path that truly belongs to you.

In addition, you have inherited the Tao of this seat, and you are also half of my disciple, and your identity is destined to carry a lot of things on your back, but Wanwang must remember to act cautiously, killing the Tao is not indiscriminate killing, let alone reckless killing. ”

With those blood lights pouring into Fang Chen's body, the figure of the white tiger elephant general gradually blurred, and at the end of the white-clothed figure dispersed, the sound of killing words echoed in the entire lotus pond, and a little wail came from the lotus room.

Fang Chen, who was in the blood-colored pillar of light, although he sensed everything that was happening in front of him, the pain of the half-saint Dao forcibly entering his body made the young swordsman clench his fists and fall to his knees, trembling in vain, unable to make a sound.

Fortunately, this avenue was handed over to Fang Chen by the White Tiger Elephant in the form of inheritance, so when the avenue entered the body, those Dao meanings that were peeled off with Bai Qi's hand drilled into Fang Chen's flesh and bones, polishing the young swordsman's physique little by little.

It's just the polishing method of killing the Dao, which is to peel off and then reborn with the help of Dao rhyme, this kind of casting body like peeling skin and cramps, if it weren't for Fang Chen's first experience, I'm afraid he would have fainted in pain at this moment.

But the sobriety at this moment is really hard to say whether it is good or bad, although Fang Chen's mind can pay attention to the evolution of the Great Dao, so that he is more familiar with the Dao of Killing, and he can master it faster, but this familiarity has to be polished in pain for too long.

As the body was peeled off and reorganized again and again, the Half-Saint Dao finally completely drilled into Fang Chen's Sword Dao Yuanhai, and those remnants of Dao Yun repaired Fang Chen's body little by little, and the wisp of Daxia Dragon Qi that was originally coiled in Yuanhai also diffused the golden luster of the Dao, strengthening the veins of the young swordsman.

This life and death trial in the White Tiger Elephant Palace, although there were nine deaths and one life, after Fang Chen really persevered, the benefits were too great.

The young swordsman, who was already soaked in sweat, gasped for a long time, and then probed the soul sea spiritual sense to the martial arts Yuanhai, and saw that the touch of blood was like a noisy master, occupying ninety percent of the space in the Yuanhai in an instant, squeezing the original sword dao rhyme in the corner of the very edge, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Uncle Qingshan slowly straightened up, and glanced at his body at the moment, after several times of polishing by dragon qi and half-saint killing dao, although his body at this moment was still a little thin, but the faintly visible luster on the skin and flesh looked quite powerful.

Fang Chen clenched his fist and slammed it out in front of him, and the sudden sound of a sonic boom made a scorching heat appear in the young swordsman's eyes.

With such a physique, I am afraid that few people can break the pride of the Lotus Club when they climb the mountain.

The young swordsman let go of his fist and looked at his white hands a little helplessly, the dark skin formed by the wind and sun in the frosty city had long disappeared with the peeling and reorganization of flesh and blood, and the young uncle Qingshan at this moment really looked like a young sword immortal who was born in a superior sect like Qingshan.

Except, of course, for the tattered robe on Fang Chen's body.