With the general's order, the door of the altar slowly opened, and the hundred-person mermaids who had obtained the quota entered.

"This is the altar ......"

Compared with others who were in a hurry, Wang Ming was relatively calm, looking at this magical altar.

The altar is located in the center of the Horn Castle, 100 meters high, with a total of 333 steps, and is completely built of rectangular black stone. Standing at the foot of the altar at this time, it seems that he can feel a savage aura from ancient times.

"It's an altar!"

Shocked by this breath, Wang Ming took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and then climbed the stairs.

A moment later, 100 people reached the top, only to see a circular open space, like a square. Aside from the stout, towering black stone pillars carved with all sorts of monsters, there was only one stone statue, which filled the entire altar.

"One hundred. ”

Wang Ming glanced at it, and there were exactly one hundred stone tripods. I couldn't help but feel in my heart, no wonder the altar was opened, and it could only accommodate a hundred people at a time.

How to sacrifice and accept the inheritance, everyone has long known, except for Wang Ming is holding, everyone else is holding the incense and standing in front of a stone tripod.

The sun was slowly rising overhead, and it was noon.

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the excited and nervous waiting, the general outside finally shouted again.

Everyone was in high spirits and threw the incense in their hands into the stone tripod. With a bang, Wang Ming also poured his basket into it.

Bang!

When the incense enters the stone ding, it ignites instantly, and a incense is a flame the size of a grape. The flames gathered together to form a white pillar of smoke, the wind did not disperse, the rain invaded endlessly, and the surrounding stone pillars pierced into the sky!

"Look!

Outside the altar, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, pointing to a pillar of smoke at this time, and let out a burst of exclamation.

Other people's smoke pillars are at most the thickness of a fist, but this one, with a diameter of five or six meters, is almost as good as the surrounding stone pillars!

The history of Hornhorn City for tens of thousands of years, at least in the past three hundred years, in people's memory, they have never seen such a thick and majestic pillar of smoke!

"Tsk, this will definitely get the best inheritance. ”

"In the past, there were ten incense sticks, and someone obtained the best inheritance, and he has more than six hundred!"

"It must be the best inheritance, I guess there is more than one!"

Looking at this majestic pillar of smoke, the onlookers were talking again.

Enter the altar, light the incense, and the will of the Hercules King will descend and will bestow the inheritance. Under normal circumstances, the greater the number of incense, the happier King Hercules will be, and the better the inheritance.

The so-called inheritance is basically in two aspects.

First, break the shackles of the Terrans.

The human race can only cultivate to the three refinements of the physical realm, and only by accepting the inheritance can they continue to improve their cultivation realm.

Second, obtain high-grade martial arts.

Before the three refinements, everyone was cultivating the Yellow Rank Martial Arts. After the three refinements, in the inheritance, you can obtain the unique Xuan-level martial arts! Like the yellow-level martial arts, the Xuan-level martial arts are also divided into four grades: lower, middle, upper, and extreme.

Based on experiencePast experience, the higher the number of inducing incense, the higher the chance of obtaining high-grade martial arts.

"Not necessarily, after all, it also depends on luck. ”

"Yes, the mind of King Hercules, how can we mortals speculate. ”

At the same time, there are people who express different opinions.

The more inducing incense, the higher the level of martial arts obtained, this is just a general situation, but there are also extraordinary situations.

For example, a few years ago, a certain wealthy son managed to get more than 30 grains of inducing incense, but he only obtained a Xuan-level mid-grade martial art, and for a time became the laughing stock of the entire Horn City.

Boom!

"It's coming! It's coming!"

Just as the crowd was talking, there was a sudden loud thunder in the sky. A huge aura flew from hundreds of millions of miles away, converging into a dark cloud that shrouded the altar.

Not!

The hundred people in the altar instantly stagnated their breath, as if a mountain was pressing on top of their heads, and their chests were stuffy and a little out of breath.

"What's going on!"

The people on the altar had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their legs had begun to tremble. It has been passed down historically, although there are also visions, but this has never happened.

"Oh my God! What's going on. ”

The people outside the altar, although they didn't feel it, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and their faces were full of horror.

In the past, you could feel the breath of King Hercules, but this time, the breath was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, like a dark cloud!

"It must be that kid!"

The general also looked at this scene and snorted coldly with a frown. If someone hadn't lit more than 600 incense sticks at once, how could they have attracted so much will from the Hercules King!

Bang!

The vision lasted for a full ten breaths, and after a moment of wandering in the sky, there was another loud bang, like a pool of water that had burst out, and it was poured into the altar in an instant.

At the same time, everyone could clearly see that ninety percent of the aura was gathered in one place, which was exactly where Wang Ming was! The rich aura and the pillar of inducing incense were entangled, tumbling and bursting, and suddenly turning into a huge bull's head.

Bang!

Everyone was shocked by this unheard-of vision, but before they could come back to their senses, there was another loud bang, and all the breath and pillars of smoke were thrown into the stone tripod and disappeared in an instant.

......

"It's going to begin!"

Slightly stunned, everyone came back to their senses and looked at the altar with excitement on their faces. Or more precisely, looking at Wang Ming's location.

With more than 600 incense sticks, pillars of smoke with a diameter of five or six meters, a breath that covers the sky and the sun, and unheard of visions, everyone can't help but look forward to what inheritance Wang Ming will get.

Buzz, buzz, buzz......

Under the gaze of everyone, soon, with a buzzing sound, pillars of light poured out from the stone tripod on the altar. The pillars of light are black in color and are divided into four classes according to the shade.

These four grades, that is, the grades of martial arts, are fourth-class lower grades, third-class middle grades, second-class upper grades, and first-class superb!

"Third class?"

"Medium?"

Wang Ming's pillar of light was the last to appear, but when they saw it clearly, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Such a big movement turned out to be only a third-class inheritance!

"I'll just say, it's a matter of luck. ”

"That is, what's the use of attracting more incense. ”

A moment later, the crowd exploded, full of mockery and pride. People are like this, they can't see the good of others, and they love to gloat the most.

But with more than 600 incense sticks, I only got a middle-grade martial arts, and I am afraid that it will be a laughing stock that has spread all over the city, adding a conversation after tea and dinner.

"Wait!Wait! I'm first!"

"Haha! I've got the best exercises!"

Some people are disappointed, some people are proud, this inheritance, except for Wang Ming, the number of other people's incense is far greater than usual. Most of them are second-class martial arts, very few are third-class, and there is no fourth-class. There are two other people, who are first-class martial arts!

After the inheritance ended, they couldn't suppress their excitement, and the two of them laughed and roared on the altar, dancing like crazy.

"Medium grade...... Ground Grade?"

At this time, Wang Ming also came back to his senses from the inheritance, and his face was a little dazed. He only knows the Yellow Order, the Xuan Rank, what the hell is the Earth Rank?