"Be happy, there is an old man, before you can reach the remains of the demon saint safely, as for whether you can get the inheritance, it all depends on your creation!"

When the moon stars are scarce, on this boundless field, a little bonfire was raised, and piles of scattered and messy fires illuminated the entire grassland, and even with the Panlong Tower, it began to refract some strange light. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sitting on the edge of the bonfire, Liu Chen hung his head proudly, looking boredly at the jerky skewered in Wu Yan's hands.

During the day, it is still an uninhabited grassland, but at night, it is really lively......

"What are you doing to protect me, Brother Tong is your grandson, wouldn't it be better for him to get the inheritance?"

"What's good!" the old man blew his beard and glared at Liu Chen, and said angrily: "You should be this demon saint inheritance, and you will give it to whoever you say!"

"Oh?" Liu Chen raised his head and wondered in his heart: "What's the other thing to do?"

"Hmph!" While flipping the jerky on the bonfire, Wu Yan snorted softly: "He Hao is a saint, if you want to get his inheritance, you have to have the same saint talent as him!"

"Sage talent?"

"That's right, that's what our human race called the Nine Turns!" Liu Chen's face changed and fell in Wu Yan's eyes, making him can't help but chuckle, and splashed a basin of cold water on it and said, "Do you think that this Demon Saint Inheritance is waiting for you to go?"

"Isn't it?"

"The so-called saint talent is not just a nine-turn qualification!" Regarding Liu Chen's ignorance, Wu Yan sneered a little and said: "This time, you can have a chance to see the remains of the saint, you are one, and the two princesses of the Kraken clan, the barbarian Lanling King...... But ......"

"But what?"

"King Lanling was deprived of the foundation of inheriting the saint's will by the barbarian king, and handed it over to Wen Renhao, so now, Wen Renhao is also your competitor!"

"Sage inheritance, who is this Lanling King, this can also make it?" Facing Wen Renhao, he had to face the endless masters of the state religion, Liu Chen's heart sank, and he began to complain: "What benefits did the state religion give them?"

"Are you willing to be the king of Lanling?" The barbecue was ready, Wu Yan handed it over and said: "The barbarian king has taken refuge in the state religion, but the king of Lanling has not, but the root of this barbarian saint is jointly controlled by the king of Lanling and the barbarian king, and it may not be difficult for Wen Renhao to get it...... The gods are rich!"

"Hey!" Liu Chen sighed bitterly, and there was not much resistance in his heart, since he couldn't change it, let's fight.

"But don't be discouraged, with our group of old things, you are still very hopeful!" Wu Yan feasted and comforted with a smile: "Besides, there is another person who has the right to inherit this time, this person, the gods are also very headaches!"

"Who?"

"God King! She has just come of age, she is a young Tianjiao, and she has the right to inherit before she is thirty years old, and she is only seventeen or eighteen years old...... Hehe, to tell the truth, in the entire state religion, absolutely no one can beat others!"

"I'll go!" Liu Chen was stunned, and Beigong Xu's face instantly appeared in his mind, and he shook his head with a wry smile, and said a little helplessly: "Then I'm even more hopeless!"

"Why is my kid so uncompetitive!" lazily wiping the greasy corners of his mouth, Wu Yan glared at the bronze bell-like eyes and reprimanded: "I said that there is a group of old guys with us, you go all out, is it possible that Brother Qinghan didn't tell you?" We came out all the way to pay a lot of miles, fortunately, there are still some life-replenishing treasures in this fairy palace, otherwise, if you don't get the inheritance, we will really lose our wife and lose our soldiers!"

"You ...... Who are all here?Is it the deity?" When he asked this sentence, Liu Chen's mind was complicated, and that kind of indescribable emotion actually made him a little uneasy.

"At this time, of course, it's all the deities coming!" Wu Yan didn't care, and he didn't pay attention to Liu Chen's face, and his tone was still full of care: "Your grandfather and grandmother are here, Yunyang Zhenren and Brother Qinghan are also here, and I'm here too." Five extraordinary masters should be able to give you a little more hope!"

"You're putting pressure on me, if I fail, won't I become a sinner for the ages!"

"There is pressure to be motivated, you are still young, you can afford to lose, you still have too many opportunities to grow, it's okay!" Wu Yan stretched his waist, completely ignoring the various emotions on Liu Chen's face, he lay on his back, and moaned comfortably: "So, time is also fate, if this immortal palace is opened a few decades earlier, maybe Lao Bai is sure of that inheritance!"

Liu Chen was silent, and the bonfire reflected his side face, especially dark on this dark and windy night.

"To say something you don't like to hear, in addition to talent, no matter where you look at it, you are not as good as your grandfather, he is a genius who is rare to meet once in thousands of years, and you are just hastily created because of the persecution of the times!"

For such words, Liu Chen has no anger in his heart, nor is he unwilling, along the way, people will naturally compare him with Liu Bai, the fact is that Liu Chen is not as good as Liu Bai, very cruel and realistic......

"There will always be a day when I will be stronger than him, even if I lose this life, at the last moment of my life, if I can win him, I will win!"

Raising his head again, Liu Chen's gaze began to become firm, this breath, not for himself, but also for General Xuanwei, who has been dead for many years!

"One day, people will no longer call me the grandson of Liu Bai, the son of Liu Qing, they will stand proudly behind me and shout, chanting the name of their king, I am Liu Chen, I am the king of Canglan!"

"I'm not the end of the story!" Liu Chen's voice was generous and powerful, "I am the beginning of a legend!"

Slowly straightened up, Wu Yan sat up straight, wrinkled the corners of his eyes, he stared at Liu Chen's bloodshot eyes, for a while, he smiled slightly, there was no more cynicism on his face, what was reflected in Liu Chen's eyes was the incomparably heroic solemnity, "I believe in you, we, we all believe in you!"

"Don't ask me about what happened back then, I'm still the same as everyone else, it's the old saying, back then, your grandfather and we did our best!"

opened his mouth, but Liu Chen didn't say anything in the end, he believed that some things would eventually come to light, and when that day came, he might forgive something and understand something.

There was no word all night, and when the sky was slightly bright, the grassland once again fell into a deathly silence, and the people hid their voices, and began to muster up their strength and continue to march towards the Panlong Tower.

Following behind Wu Yan, this road is easy and ordinary, like a leisurely stroll, just after a few days, the tower is still far away in the sky, close in front of you, the wild grassland without wind and waves, every step falls, it seems that it has just begun, as if as soon as you turn around, Liu Chen can see the colorful halo on the side of the bridge.

"Old Wu, how long do we have to go? With only the physical body and no food supplies, I'm afraid we won't be able to last long!" At Wu Yan's request, Liu Chen has been calling him Lao Wu since that night, whether it is the tyrant Wu Yan or the so-called concubine who smells people's dreams, it is all in the past, and the current Lao Wu is old, really old...... (To be continued.) )