In the midst of the storm, the slaying power remained motionless and laughed.

"Xue Qingyue, Xue Qingyue, you are really courageous, you actually melted your own slashing brand into the inheritance brand of the Xue Clan, and gave it to an outsider."

"Actually, this is the will of heaven, this is the fate of your Xue clan, you cut off the root of your child's evil, but when your son wanted to kill you, you didn't cut him ruthlessly, which violated your Dao, so there was a crack in your Dao heart."

"And no one of your Xue clansmen can comprehend your inheritance, so that outsiders are cheaper."

"However, the old man is here, you contain the imprint of the Xue family's inheritance from generation to generation, you belong to the old man, only the old man can understand the inheritance of your Xue family for more than three generations, this kid, it is good to be able to understand one generation, and it is a waste to give it to him."

This slashing power said with a wild laugh, and then, he looked at Xue Changtian again, and said, "Good disciple, immediately give me your bloodline essence and blood, and come as a teacher to preach for your father's murder, and achieve your first slash."

Xue Changtian's expression flashed with a hint of complexity, but immediately, his complicated expression became cold and hard, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he made the blood veins boil, condensing the essence of the blood veins into a drop of blood, which shot out from the center of his eyebrows.

The slaying monk suddenly raised his hand, and this drop of blood essence instantly turned into a monstrous blood shadow and roared forward.

In the midst of the storm in Snow City, there was an extra blood-colored figure in an instant.

Look at the silhouette, it is the snow Changtian in his youth.

The blood shadow exuded a monstrous blood, and let out an angry roar: "You old immortal, it is obvious that you cut off the relationship between father and son, and I embarked on the path of killing my father and preaching, and I was also forced by you."

Han Qing trembled, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Because at this moment, he felt an explosion of extreme pain and sorrow in his heart.

In an instant, the storm that enveloped Snow City began to fluctuate violently, as if it was about to collapse.

"Changtian ......" Han Qing's divine consciousness hailed, and a mournful voice came out.

In an instant, there was a torrential rain in the midst of the strong wind.

It wasn't rain, it was the tears of Xue Qingyue.

In an instant, this desolate intent turned into an earth-shattering killing intent.

Suddenly, the storm collapsed.

At the same time, there was also the blood shadow.

At this moment of chaos, a thunderous voice sounded again in Han Qing's sea of divine consciousness.

"The fifth-generation ancestor of the old man Xue clan, the great demon master Xue Tianfeng, asked at the top of the True Dragon Mountain, and cut the first knife at the edge of the True Dragon Pool."

When this voice exploded, Han Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his side was about to be torn apart.

And above his head, there were waves of water.

It was a huge, bottomless pool, with dragon shadows surging and huge splashes in the pool.

Suddenly, a faint true dragon's aura emanated, permeating all directions.

At this moment, all the demon beasts were howling in horror, as if they had encountered a natural predator.

And those demon cultivators in the Heavenly Demon Realm all screamed in shock, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

One of the half-step demon cultivators was trembling, and his lips were trembling.

After a while, he shouted in shock: "It's the True Dragon Pool, legend has it, thousands of years ago in the Heavenly Demon Realm, the ancestor of the Snow Clan became the Great Demon Master, and cut off the True Dragon Pond as the root of evil, turning it into a slashing meaning, and since then, there is no longer the existence of the True Dragon Pond in the Heavenly Demon Realm."

When the slashing monk saw this, he showed a hint of surprise.

"This kid's divine sense is so powerful that he has actually opened the inheritance of the previous generation of Xue Clan Ancestors."

At this time, Long Wei erupted and swept the world.

Many demon beasts were directly crushed to death by this dragon power.

The rest of the monks were also spurting blood and retreating.

Their faces were filled with extreme horror.

The slaying power, with a gloomy face.

"Hmph, although I have already felt the inheritance of two generations

But that's not enough."

"If it was really the Xue Clan's amazing and brilliant Demon Master, the old man would immediately retreat, but the old man didn't pay attention to a heritage brand." This powerful voice is like a cold knife, and the murderous aura is soaring to the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly stepped out, and there were spatial ripples in the void that continued to disperse.

"Yellow springs are now, and the Styx is out." This slash is powerful and screams.

In an instant, the wind suddenly rose.

Between heaven and earth, a phantom of the River Styx suddenly appeared.

The river Styx was surging, and countless dark netherworld threads shot out, piercing the cold pool phantom.

Suddenly, the dragon shadow in the cold pool was actually bound by this netherworld thread, dragged out one by one, and disappeared into the river Styx.

In Flying Snow City, there were many monks whose internal organs were shattered and fell directly.

There are not many monks who can withstand the power of slashing.

Han Qing's face was distorted like a ghost, his white hair was even more bloodstained, and his body was rattling, as if he was about to collapse.

At this time, the spiritual power in his body reversed, and his blood was surging.

There was a constant stream of blood, flowing from his seven orifices.

His soul was exhausted.

There were countless times when he felt like he was going to fall into the abyss and never wake up again.

But there have been countless times, and with his tenacious willpower, he has survived.

At this moment, the voice of the vicissitudes of life before sounded again.

"You have to hold on, the inheritance of our Xue family, can understand one generation, can be a masterpiece, can understand two generations, can be Tianjiao, if you can understand three generations, it is a well-deserved son of the world, can understand four generations and above, I have never heard of it."

"Our Xue clan has a total of six generations of slashing, and there should be six generations of inheritance in the inheritance brand, and each generation of inheritance will bring great benefits to your divine soul."

"If one day, when you reach the time of slaying your sins, these inheritances that you have comprehended will help you pass this extremely important level."

"You must persevere, as long as you comprehend three generations, this calamity will dissipate, and you and I of the Snow Clan can live."

This voice kept echoing in Han Qing's mind.

At this moment, the spiritual power on Han Qing's body exploded.

He threw his head back and let out a long howl.

Suddenly, in the River Styx, the dragon shadow entangled by the nether line began to struggle violently.

The slashing monk frowned, raised his hand and pointed in the air, and said, "It's just a few wisps of true dragon soul, since you have entered the River Styx, you will die from now on, and you will immediately give the old man peace."

After this shout, the raging river Styx became quiet, and faintly, there seemed to be a terrible scream.

And the phantom of Longtan in the sky also began to collapse.

The slayer monk was very satisfied with this, and although it took a little more effort, everything was under his control.

Now, too, it's time to put an end to it.