Nan Bo spoke softly to the vain Zen master in a very low manner, and said a cup of tea, and the Zen master promised to tell the abbot.

After spending a while, the vain monk came out with a few little novices and took Li Wuxian and Nan Bo into the temple.

After entering the temple, I came directly to a large hall, the hall was brightly lit, there were red candles with the thickness of children's arms burning and beeping, and there were curling green smoke, exuding a burst of sandalwood fragrance.

There were dozens of monks sitting in the hall, all of them had solemn faces, Li Wuxian looked at them, these monks were all restrained in spirit, and they were all cultivators, and there were even a few monks at the level of the Great Martial Sect.

Unexpectedly, there were many masters in this small temple, Li Wuxian secretly sighed in his heart that this was worthy of being in Obsidian City, and it really meant a bit of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

These monks seemed to be very familiar with Na Nanbo, and they were not surprised to see him bring people in, and a few of them looked at Li Wuxian, and after finding that Li Wuxian did not have a strong aura around him, they all lowered their eyebrows and recited the scriptures silently. seems to know that Nanbo brought people here this time, and it was just a formality.

At this moment, the vain whispered to an old monk who was facing away from everyone in front of the Buddha statue, and then stepped aside. The old monk didn't look back, but said lightly:

"Master Nanbo, you are a gifted child of the spirit demon clan, but although my killing temple is small, it is not without some catties, and the donor has challenged again and again, nothing more than for the inheritance of the king of Zhou Qiren back then. It's just that the donor has lost five games before, and he left five magic weapons here, so what will he use to make a bet this time?"

Na Nanbo said at this time: "The abbot's words are wrong, your human race is guarding this temple in this obsidian city, and has been waiting for the human race to inherit the mantle of killing the god, but after waiting for a hundred years, it seems that there is no result, this time the abbot does not know, this time it is not that the kid is not self-sufficient, but it does help your human race find a good seedling." My Brother Li is different from the people I brought before, this person is extraordinary, and he is about to go to the Blood Demon Tower this time, in Nan's opinion, Brother Li will not be able to become the king of a generation in the future. ”

"Blood Demon Tower?" the old monk groaned and fell silent.

"Blood Demon Tower, no one in my human race has passed the test of the Blood Demon Tower in the past hundred years. The old monk seemed to be very emotional, and smiled slightly bitterly: "Anyway, whether it is a human race, a demon race, or a demon race, the killing temple will not refuse to come, as long as it can echo the divine thoughts of the king of Zhou, you can get the inheritance." ”

As he spoke, the futon on which the old monk was sitting suddenly turned around and faced Li Wuxian and Nanbo.

"Buzz~~~"

At the same time, Li Wuxian felt a not weak divine sense sweep himself from head to toe, and then the old monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Li Wuxian with an unbelievable gaze.

Li Wuxian was inexplicably looked at by him.

The old monk's gaze was full of a compassionate color, Li Wuxian suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, at this time, he didn't care what plans and intentions this Nanbo had, he directly folded his hands and said:

"In the disciple of the lower human race, Li Rentu, when he first came to this place, and this demon clan's benevolent brother, he has just become acquainted, as for what is the killing god and the mantle, Li doesn't know, I think your temple and the demon clan Nanbo brother Tai seem to be a little dirty, Li doesn't want to be involved, if the abbot is not strange, Li will leave. ”

The old monk's eyes shone slightly, and then he stood up: "The donor doesn't have to be too humble, the donor contains a majestic cultivation in the body, and he must be the handsome and talented man of my human race." ”

As soon as he said this, even Nan Bo and the False Zen Master who had brought in Li Wuxian and the others before were all shocked.

Li Wuxian's martial arts and the cultivation of the Demon God Continent are not the same way, and ordinary people can't see Li Wuxian's heels at all, but obviously this abbot has a bit of eyesight and can see some doorways.

"Two donors, come with me. ”

The abbot led the two of them directly to a passage inside the hall, leaving behind a group of monks who looked at each other. Nanbo thought that the Killing God Temple would set up a position to assess Li Wuxian, but he didn't expect that Li Wuxian just said a word, and it seemed that he passed the assessment?

Nan Bo is a demon clan, but the practice is biased towards the human race, because he has always coveted the inheritance of the Killing Temple, and he has challenged many times in the past, wanting to get the opportunity to observe the relics of the Killing God, but he has not been able to pass the assessment of several Arhats of the Killing Temple. Later, he extinguished the idea of challenging himself, thinking that he would find a human race to let the human race disciples pass the assessment, and he could also get back the magic weapon he lost.

He has been looking for the human race in Obsidian City all these years, but without exception he was defeated by the Arhats in the temple. This time, the blind cat really met the dead mouse. He slapped his thigh, quickly gave Li Wuxian a look, and followed the abbot to the inner hall.

When I didn't walk much, I saw a small side hall. The small side hall turned out to be thatched rescue, and it did not have the demeanor of a holy place at all.

At the entrance of this small side hall, there are two old monks with long eyebrows sitting cross-legged on the ground, and they seem to be the guards.

The abbot walked to the door and said respectfully: "Two masters, this time there is a Junjie of my human race who wants to take a look at the relics of Lord Killing God. ”

One of the two old monks raised his eyes and glanced at Li Wuxian, bowing slightly.

The abbot said to Nan Bo: "Master Nan, please stay." Li Shizhu and went in on his own. ”

Li Wuxian didn't really care much about what inheritance, the reason why he came here with Nanbo was just casual, and when he heard this, he nodded and walked in.

Pushing open the wooden door of the side hall, Li Wuxian was directly in it, and the wooden door behind him closed by itself.

Li Wuxian raised his eyes and saw that this was just an ordinary chanting hall, with three futons underground, and behind the futons there was an incense case and a golden body of the Buddha with compassion.

On the incense table, there are some ritual utensils such as wooden fish, and there is also a neatly stacked armor. The armor seems to be an inner armor, and it seems to be just suitable for the size of ordinary people, white silver. Next to the armor, there was also a broken sword.

Li Wuxian glanced at it, and there were some dark black marks on this armor and broken sword, which should be bloodstains. His divine sense is now not far away in the Demon God Continent, but the detection of objects at close range does not matter, and after a slight sweep of his divine sense, he found that there is indeed a strong fluctuation on the armor and the broken sword, and that fluctuation makes Li Wuxian also slightly shocked in his heart, and it is actually not weaker than the feeling of the third turn level.

It seems that this is the relic of the killing god, listening to their words, this killing god should have been dead for more than a hundred years, and his relics can still emit such a level of fluctuations, which shows that it is indeed a generation of heroes from this week back then.

Li Wuxian knows everything about himself, and he doesn't think that he can take shit luck, what treasure automatically recognizes the owner or something, and he can automatically get the mantle, which is simply a fantasy. Besides, neither Nan Bo nor the abbot told him anything like how to awaken the method of killing the god relics.

Therefore, Li Wuxian just sensed the martial arts will above for a while, and prepared to go out, at this moment, he found a painting hanging on the wall, the handwriting was not scribbled, it was the human script of the Demon God Continent, and Li Wuxian could also read through it. The life of Zhou Qi recorded above, this Zhou Qi was originally a fugitive from a tribe enslaved by the demon race, and after occasionally awakening, he opened up the path of cultivation, entered the Blood Demon Tower in every possible way, and became the king of people after countless bloody battles.

Although there are only a few hundred words, Li Wuxian can also imagine the demeanor of the heroes of the human race.

"What a Terran hero...... It's a pity that a person with the intention of opening up the world for the human race has been forcing himself to continue to improve, but if he wants to speed up, he will not reach it, but will break the foundation, otherwise, the situation of the human race may be better......" Li Wuxian sighed in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts arose.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Li Wuxian's divine sense moved, and a wave faintly summoned him.

"Crunch ......"

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The armor wriggled silently.

At the same time, the broken sword trembled.

Suddenly, Li Wuxian felt a flower in front of him, and a hazy human figure appeared in front of him.

Divine thoughts?

Transfiguration?

Li Wuxian's cultivation is already at the level of a second-turn demigod, although he is rejected by the Heaven and Earth of the Demon God Continent, and his internal force cannot be exerted outside his body, and can only run in the muscles and veins, but this does not affect his cultivation and vision in the slightest.

He immediately realized that it was his true qi fluctuation that stimulated the divine consciousness on the relic.

'This relic of the God Killing Zhou Qi must be stimulated with true qi...... It seems that from this week onwards, the cultivation method is inseparable from the Shenwu Xing. That's right, the demon race can naturally break into the Shenwu Star, and the human race of the Shenwu Star can naturally enter the Demon God Continent. Maybe it's from Shenwu Star from this week......

Li Wuxian's eyes narrowed and he looked at a burly man who appeared in front of him.

A generation of god-killing weeks begins!

Zhou Qi in front of him, with sword eyebrows and eyes, was dressed in white soft armor, and held a long sword in his hand.

There is a hint of elegance in the domineering form of soft armor, which makes Zhou Qi look less like a martial artist, more like a Confucian general.

"Finally met the junior who cultivated the pure human race exercises......"

There was a fluctuation in Zhou Qi's thoughts.

What Li Wuxian didn't know was that from the moment he stepped into this small chanting hall, the sky above the entire Killing God Temple was suddenly cloudy, and a black cloud overwhelmed the city.

Nanbo and the abbot both looked at the closed wooden door in shock.

Even the two old monks who were guarding the meditation room woke up at this time, and then their eyes turned red.

"Finally, there are human races, and they can inherit the mantle......"

After a stick of incense, in the meditation room.

Li Wuxian was in a slight daze.

That week's thoughts had been delayed for too long, and they couldn't last long, and they dissipated.

There is indeed a kind of exercise in the divine mind, which is the exercise of Zhou Qi's self-realization, called "Ten Killing Heavenly Demon Skills", which is a method of using demonic energy to improve oneself.

This exercise was created by Zhou Qi himself, although the exercise is mysterious, Li Wuxian is not very surprised, after all, Li Wuxian's own true martial arts killing method is not a first-class human race killing method.

To Li Wuxian's surprise, he was indeed a person from Shenwu Star from this week.

Through Zhou Qi's residual divine sense, Li Wuxian knew that in order to invade the Demon Realm, the Human Race secretly sent many genius martial arts seeds over and hid them in the Demon God Continent.

It's just that the plan of the human race seems to have been leaked by the traitor, Zhou Qi and others were ambushed, and some of the martial arts seeds that survived were less than ten people, hidden in the Demon God Continent, hoping to use the unique skills of the Demon God Continent to strengthen the human race itself.

This is similar to the demon clan's use of a traitor to break into the thunder domain of the Blue Star.

Li Wuxian whispered Zhou Qi's last words: "My human race is a natural god, but it was cleverly created by a foreign race and seized thousands of years of luck. In the universe of the eight directions, the human race has suffered and become food for demons, how can this hatred be!"

"It is a pity for our human race, everyone forges ahead, and it will be difficult to restore the glory of the old days......"

"I Zhou Qi was originally one of the eight vassal states of Shenwu Xing, Zhou Luoyang, for the common people, incognito from Shenwu Star into the Demon God Realm, and then into the Blood Demon Tower for 739 days and nights, killing 10,000 and 72 demon general-level masters of the Demon Clan, I thought I could save the sky and ......"

"However, in the end, he took a shortcut to martial arts, and the Heavenly Dao counterattacked, and the success fell short, and now he left the Ten Killing Heavenly Demon Exercises, which can restrain the Demon God Realm Heaven and Earth to counterattack, and it has been ...... fate."

"Don't forget my long-cherished wish of the Shenwu Clan......"

Zhou Qi's thoughts dispersed, and they dispersed into scenes of his life and past, mixed with his heartfelt words of grief and indignation......

Through Zhou Qi's memory, Li Wuxian saw how an outstanding disciple of the Terran came here from the world of billions of miles, and saw the encounters of the Terran from the bottom, being driven away, being squeezed, being treated as a beast, being killed at will, and being sold as garbage......

Then came the memory of the Blood Demon Tower, and Zhou Qi killed from the first layer to the seventeenth layer layer one by one, becoming a generation of killing gods......

After that, he went mad, accidentally killed the human race, and committed suicide in grief and anger......

"It's a pity, it's sad ......"

"The martial arts of life will eventually be empty, and half a lifetime of fame will be in the smoke and rain. ”

"Leave ten volumes of creation in vain, and the loyal soul still makes up for the heavens. ”

After a long time, in the dark clouds on the temple of the killing god, countless thunder lights suddenly descended, submerging the small chanting hall......

When the thunder and lightning dissipated, there was only one line of words on the ground:

In the lower human race, Li Wuxian, inherited the mantle of the Ten Heavenly Demon Killing Skill of the predecessors of the God Killer, and entered the Blood Demon Tower from today, and he will not return it until the nineteenth floor.

With such a big movement, the monks of Hesi rushed over, and when they saw Li Wuxian's self, everyone's faces flashed with excitement and relief, and many people burst into tears.

The abbot said slowly: "From today onwards, there is no need to kill the temple, and after the guardian duties are completed, we can also go to the Blood Demon Tower to fight to the death with peace of mind......"

A few days later, in the Blood Demon Tower of Obsidian City, dozens of Terrans suddenly broke through.