Chapter 37: Ancient Inheritance

"Canopy!" I saw Ling Feng's footsteps directly leave half-step-deep footprints on the square, he gritted his teeth and approached the young man, and the coercion of the young man's whole body suddenly made Ling Feng's face a little pale, but the closer he got to the statue Ling Feng's heart throbbed, as if the statue was going to wake up at any time.

When approaching the idol, Ling Feng clearly felt his body slowly rising, and then he looked at the idol with a shocked expression, only to see that the idol's eyes suddenly opened, and the dark golden pupils suddenly made Ling Feng lose his mind, and he was suspended in the air with a blank expression, and the idol also became dim at the moment when Ling Feng lost his mind, as if it was just an ordinary idol.

Ling Feng lost his mind and found that he was no longer in that space at this time, at this time he stepped on the stars, and then kept shuttling among the stars, and in front of him a young man was standing in the void, and the young man was wearing a simple cyan robe and had no wind.

"Proud Weapon Venerable. Ling Feng's eyes couldn't help but be slightly shocked, looking at the young man's gaze was also a little shocked, he looked at the proud weapon saint venerable with his hands on his back, looking at the stars with a staring face, he then turned to look at Ling Feng, and said with some relief in his eyes: "You are here?"

Looking at the proud weapon saint venerable's somewhat relieved expression, Ling Feng's face also showed a trace of shock, he looked at the proud weapon holy venerable with some confusion, and then asked in disbelief, "You have been waiting for me all along?"

The Proud Weapon Saint Venerable shook his head, and then looked at Ling Feng's gaze and groaned a little, and finally he sighed slightly, as if he was a little regretful, and seemed to be a little bitter, and then said with some regret: "The foundation layer is too weak." ”

After being silent for a while, the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable slowly said, "Your strength is too weak, I don't know if you can withstand my strength now." ”

Ling Feng looked at the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable with some curiosity, the last time Ling Feng was able to tell the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable's demeanor was when he was climbing the Immortal Ladder, that shocking battle, that anti-heaven mastery, this couldn't help but shock Ling Feng, and even he felt that in the cultivation world, no one would be the opponent of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Ling Feng looked at the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, his face full of doubt, and at the same time, he was a little puzzled as to what the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable's words meant.

The Proud Weapon Saint Venerable looked at Ling Feng's gaze and was also a little silent, and finally he sighed, and then said slowly: "Back then, I fought against the Ten Thousand Elders here, and in that battle, we destroyed countless planets, and that battle has exceeded the endurance of this plane, and I fought with the Ten Thousand Elders in this endless void, and we stood on the stars in this sky, and then slowly destroyed these stars. ”

There was some reminiscence of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, he looked at the sky full of stars, and finally he smiled silently, and then he looked at Ling Feng, and there was some indifference in his eyes: " That battle was a life-and-death battle between me and the Ten Thousand Pharaohs, I thought that only one of us would die, and then the other would bury him with his own hands, but that battle had exceeded our expectations, that battle we fought from the void in my city and the Demon City and the immortal temple of the Ten Thousand Pharaohs, and even stopped us alive, and it all seemed to have a mysterious ability to constantly manipulate us, and finally that mysterious energy killed us alive. ”

"Who controlled that mysterious energy?Is there anyone more powerful than you?" In Ling Feng's eyes, the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable and the Great Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws were the most powerful people, destroying the stars with a wave of his hand, which in Ling Feng's opinion, was not something that ordinary people could comprehend at all.

"The Proud Weapon, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, in the name of killing the heavens on the grounds of devouring souls, my Chaos Three Thousand Demon Venerable Proud Weapon Saint Venerable will pass on his knowledge to this young man in his eyes in the name of his father, and under the witness of my father, I have become a master and apprentice with him. The Proud Weapon Saint Venerable looked at Ling Feng with a serious face, there were still a few handprints in his hands, and then a smile also appeared on his face, and his gaze was also a little solemn when he looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable with a serious face, he didn't dare to mess around, only to see that the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable's whole body gushed out a stream of pitch-black energy, and that energy suddenly surged towards Ling Feng, and when Ling Feng looked at that energy, the smile on his face also froze suddenly. His face was a little ugly and he looked at the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable.

The Proud Weapon Saint Venerable watched the pitch-black energy that was as black as ink constantly surging towards Ling Feng, and the trace of panic on Ling Feng's face couldn't help but make the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable's face change slightly, he looked at Ling Feng and couldn't help but shout: "Stick to the past and you will succeed, even if you wait to go to the Immortal Palace, there will be no danger, if you can't persevere, life and death will be fateful, and even all your efforts will be in vain." ”

The words of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable were like thunder, which made Ling Feng calm down at once, he looked at the black energy that was constantly approaching, he straightened his chest, and then took a step directly, getting closer to the black energy, and the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable looked at Ling Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but nod with relief, at least in this way he felt that Ling Feng had a better chance of being able to withstand his inheritance.

That black energy wrapped Ling Feng, and Ling Feng felt that energy slowly seeping into his body, and then began to pierce his heart little by little, the pain like a knife cut suddenly made Ling Feng want to stop, and this was just the beginning, that black spiritual power then slowly corroded on Ling Feng's body, and the corpse-like decay suddenly made Ling Feng fall silent.

Watching his body slowly decay, although Ling Feng had the heart to stop it, he didn't have the slightest ability to stop it, and finally he sighed, his expression was a little wasteful, he didn't know what was going on, he felt that he should be a little sad about this catastrophe this time, after all, it was still rotting at a speed, and his whole body would turn back into rot in less than ten minutes.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

I saw that the black energy then turned into a long whip, constantly whipping Ling Feng, and Ling Feng continued to endure that energy, but at the same time as that whipping, a trace of pain appeared on Ling Feng's face, he only felt a cold energy rush into his brain, and then his brain was swollen and painful, and finally he held his head with both hands, screaming in pain.

Messages kept appearing in Ling Feng's mind, and the figure of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable became fainter and fainter, and then he looked at Ling Feng with a look of relief, and there was also a hint of joy on his face, before he said calmly: "Memory inheritance!"

Ling Feng felt that there were countless more memories of the Flood Desolation in his memory, and the smile on Ling Feng's face couldn't help but be a little bitter, he felt that his body was slowly returning to normal, and then he bowed respectfully to the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, and his expression was also very respectful.

"What's your name?" the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable smiled, looking at Ling Feng's smile with some joy.

"Disciple Ling Feng, Master Xie advises. Ling Feng looked at the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable respectfully, from the memory of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, he knew what kind of character the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable was, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng also have a trace of admiration.

Looking at Ling Feng's appearance, the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable waved his hand, his expression had recovered the momentum of looking at the world, and finally he looked at Ling Feng silently, before he said slowly: "After I leave, take the sword on my idol to the Immortal Palace, to accept the inheritance of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws, the statue of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws is wearing a soft armor, after the inheritance, remember to put on the soft armor on his statue." ”

The figure of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable became more and more transparent, and finally Ling Feng looked at the vanished Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, and sadness also appeared on his face, the head of the Chaos Three Thousand Demon Venerables, the Proud Weapon Demon Venerable, the person who resisted ten thousand demons, was now falling in this space, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng silent all of a sudden, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Master, I won't disgrace you. "Just when the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable completely disappeared in that space. Ling Feng also returned to the Imperial Demon City at once, he looked at the gloomy idol, and finally he sighed slightly, before he looked at the idol calmly, and then knelt in front of the idol. He kowtowed three times, and slowly pulled out the sword.

Looking at the giant sword in his hand, Ling Feng's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if this sword had been waiting for him for a long time, he stroked the sword body before directly rushing towards the immortal hall suspended in the air.

The stone statue of the unicorn was engraved on the gate of the Immortal Palace, and the qualification of the ancient unicorn of the Divine Horse in the Immortal Hall was just to watch the door, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng a little curious about what else was in this Immortal Palace.

The Immortal Hall was a little different from a Demon Palace, although the Demon City seemed to be a bad massacre, but the Immortal Hall was a little broken, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng's eyes a little curious, curious about what kind of things this broken Immortal Palace had, and what things were left over from ancient times.

Along the way, Ling Feng found that it was not a shop, but those shops were a little dilapidated, Ling Feng couldn't help but shake his head, looking at those shops also lost his spirit, and finally his gaze stayed in a shop called the Two Realms, he deeply remembered that there was also a shop called the Two Realms in the Demon City, and all the shops in the Immortal Hall were a little broken, only the Two Realms were safe.

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, through the memory of the Proud Weapon Saint Venerable, Ling Feng's mind couldn't help but suddenly appear the origin of the shop in the Two Realms, the auction house of the Two Realms is the current cross-strait auction house, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng suddenly start to doubt the strength of the cross-strait auction house, after all, the cross-strait auction house was the two realms in the ancient flood period, this mysterious force.

Ling Feng shook his head, throwing out the doubts in his heart before looking at the statue of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws, the moment Ling Feng looked at the Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws, a strong sense of oppression continued to surge towards Ling Feng, and that sense of pressure became stronger and stronger, and even made Ling Feng pause in his footsteps.

A smile appeared on Ling Feng's face, and then he looked at the Wanfa Emperor calmly, and a mysterious momentum also gushed out from his body, constantly confronting the Wanfa Emperor's coercion, and even he looked at the Wanfa Emperor's expression a little playful.