106: C106 Inheritance and Crisis

C106 Inheritance and Crisis

If he wanted to see this scene, he would be in a great mood. As long as Lin Yue died, he would have a chance to obtain the inheritance of this cave.

"I knew it. This kid's cultivation base is so low. How could he be chosen as the successor?" If he was in a good mood, he wouldn't be able to wait for Lin Yue to be penetrated by the sword and die.

Mu Qingyuv and the others looked at Ruo Wei coldly. They despised his actions in their hearts.

At this moment, the thirteen long swords moved!

Lin Yue widened his eyes and looked at the thirteen mid-grade treasured swords that were emitting a cold light. Cold sweat poured down from his forehead.

"This is playing with a dead man!" Lin Yue couldn't move at all. He saw that the long swords were ready to move, as if they were waiting for an order. As long as he gave the order, they would shoot out!

If only he could see the thirteen cold lights flashing, he would be overjoyed. Once Lin Yue died, there would be a change in the furnace's defense. At that time, he would first snatch the thirteen swords, as well as the spiritual sword next to Lin Yue. They would all belong to him.

At the same time, Mu Qingyuv and Shangguan Chen's figures shot over, wanting to block the thirteen swords.

Hao Rann was injured, but he still gritted his teeth. A layer of golden light covered his body, and he followed the two of them.

However, before the three of them could get close, they were sent flying by the huge force, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the thirteen swords let out a clear sword sound at the same time, and shot towards Lin Yue.

"No!" Lin Yue shouted in his heart.

"No!" Hao Rann closed his eyes with a painful expression. He never thought that his sworn brother would die in front of him today.

Shangguan Chen and Mu Qingyuv also closed their eyes. Although they hadn't known Lin Yue for a long time, they had a good impression of him. They couldn't bear to see his miserable condition.

"Haha, ha..." Ruo Wei couldn't help but laugh, but his laughter soon stopped.

The thirteen swords flashed with a cold light, turned into streams of light, and disappeared.

Lin Yue only felt a chill between his brows. Streams of cold wind entered between his brows, and gradually, sword shadows appeared in his mind.

Hao Rann felt the situation had changed. He opened his eyes and saw the spirit weapon sword rapidly shrink when it stabbed at Lin Yue. Finally, it turned into a stream of light and merged into Lin Yue's forehead, disappearing without a trace!

At this moment, the four walls of the secret chamber began to tremble. The words on the walls were like tadpoles that flew into Lin Yue's mind.

"Big Brother is indeed the inheritor!" Hao Rann was overjoyed. He stood up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After three breaths, the wall of the secret chamber was clean and there were no more words on it.

"My Terminator Sword skill!" If it was because of incomparable pain, regret, and disappointment...

The Dragon Sword Sect was famous for their sword arts, and Ruo Ruo was obsessed with sword arts. It was not easy for her to encounter such an opportunity, but she could only watch helplessly as someone else obtained it. -

Lin Yue closed his eyes and his body began to slowly turn. On the contrary, the furnace gradually stopped.

"I am a sword cultivator Holy Sword!" In Lin Yue's mind, a shadow appeared between the tadpole-shaped words, and a shocking sword intent appeared.

The image of the Holy Sword gradually became clearer, and the white-bearded old man in white clothes revealed a murderous aura between his brows.

However, Lin Yue knew that what he saw was only a phantom image left behind by the Holy Sword from thousands of years ago, or even tens of thousands of years ago.

"A cultivator who defies the heavens! As the saying goes, if you submit, you will die, and if you defy, you will live!" The Holy Sword said slowly, "I have cultivated for nine thousand years. I have used the sword to enter the Dao and reached the peak of the Ninth Layer of Void-breaking. With 29 divine abilities, I am only one step away from the Deification Stage! "

"I never thought that during the heavenly tribulation, my divine soul would be damaged by a single thought. After 10 years, I would dissipate and die. " The Holy Sword's words were filled with regret, "I only started cultivating the sword technique when I was eight hundred years old. Before I became a sword cultivator, I was obsessed with the puppet technique. Accept my legacy, and pass it on to you along with the Mechanical Puppet Technique! "

The six iron blocks on the furnace rose up from the grooves. With a flash of light, they entered Lin Yue's mind and appeared in the Holy Sword's hand.

"This is the Mechanical Puppet Technique. You have to concentrate on studying it. It's a wonderful part of freedom." After the Holy Sword finished speaking, lines of densely packed words appeared on the six iron blocks. After that, they entered Lin Yue's sea of consciousness.

"This furnace is actually a storage space. It contains the medicinal pills and other things that I left behind. I'll give them to you as well." The Holy Sword said, "I only have one wish for you to inherit my inheritance."

"Senior, please speak." Lin Yue said respectfully.

"He killed the elder of Dragon Sword Sect, Feng Changli. He was a good friend of mine. I didn't expect that he would harm me in secret. This is the direct reason why I failed to break through to the Soul Formation realm. Damn it! I'll give you five hundred years. If you can't do it... Not only will you lose all the inheritances you receive, you will also suffer from backlash. Take care of yourself. " The Holy Sword said slowly.

Lin Yue thought for a moment. Five hundred years was enough for him to grow up.

Moreover, the cultivation speed in Fiendgod Pagoda was several times faster than in the outside world. Adding the baptism of the power of the moon and stars, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

"In the path of martial cultivation, talent is only one thing. There is no firm will. Everything is in vain. Don't trust others too much. This is my final warning to you. " The Holy Sword's figure gradually disappeared. The information regarding the Terminator Sword Art and the Puppet Arts... It was only now that Lin Yue had fully received it.

At this moment, the huge furnace turned into a stream of light and merged into Lin Yue's body.

Once one reached the level of a Spirit Weapon, they could directly store it into their body, and they didn't need to put it into the Storage Ring.

If Lin Yue saw the furnace suddenly disappear, he would still have his eyes closed, floating in midair. A fierce look flashed across his eyes, and he appeared in front of Lin Yue. He had already raised the sword in his hand.

Although Lin Yue had received the inheritance, it did not mean that he had the cultivation of the Holy Sword. He had only inherited the cultivation technique and the will to cultivate it. He still needed a long time to inherit and cultivate it.

If he knew that he would grow at an astonishing speed after receiving the inheritance, he would have to kill him today to prevent future troubles if he had offended Lin Yue today.

Lin Yue's eyes suddenly opened. Streams of sword Qi shot out from his eyes and rushed towards Ruo Wei.

Ruo Wei sneered, but his face suddenly stiffened, and his body strangely disappeared.

Hao Rann and the others also felt their vision blur, and then they found themselves on top of the Sword Vein Mountain.

Lin Yue's figure appeared. Without saying another word, he unfolded the Flying-cloud Wing, stepped on the long sword, and sped towards the Heavenly Tao Sect.

What he needed now was to rush back to Qingyue Peak and digest his cultivation. He was still no match for him.

"Stay here!" Ruo Wei and Leng Yun charged towards Lin Yue.

"If it's for your audacity, you dare to attack a disciple of the Heavenly Tao Sect in public!" Mu Qingyuv, Hao Rann and the others hurriedly stopped Ruo Wei.

"Hmph, you're just a small fry. Do you have the guts to participate in the Three Sects Competition ten years later?" If he knew that he couldn't kill Lin Yue today, he would use his full strength to speak to Lin Yue in the distance.

His voice was clearly heard by Lin Yue's ears.

Lin Yue sneered, "If it's for the sake of killing me, just you wait. I will definitely participate in the competition. You have tried to kill me several times today. I will remember this debt!"

His voice was very loud, and he didn't deliberately cut off the sound transmission. Everyone present heard it, and they were all shocked.

Lin Yue had actually challenged the second ranked disciple of the Dragon Sword Sect. This courage alone was enough to make people admire him!

Ruo Wei's face trembled a few times, and he said, "Good, good! What a big tone! When the time comes, I'll wait for you!"

Lin Yue sped towards Qingyue Peak. Now that everyone knew that he had obtained the inheritance of a sword cultivator and had many treasures on him, it was really dangerous. It was better to return to Heavenly Tao Sect as insurance.

After an hour, a huge palm slowly appeared above the clouds.

Lin Yue didn't notice anything unusual. It was just that the Fiendgod Pagoda suddenly shook.

After spending all these years with the Fiendgod Pagoda, Lin Yue knew that this was an extremely dangerous signal.

Lin Yue raised his head and looked. Behind the thick layers of clouds, there seemed to be an irresistible force.

Every time a ruin appeared, there would be a Void-breaking Expert guarding outside the ruin, waiting to kill someone and seize their treasures.2

Some of the experts who had just stepped into the Void Breaking Stage didn't have many things in their hands, so they looked at the ruins. However, because of the setting up of the ruin, Void Breaking Stage couldn't enter, so they could only wait outside.

However, the huge palm above the clouds was obviously not something an ordinary Void-breaking Expert could use.

Lin Yue gritted his teeth and injected all of his spiritual energy into the long sword underneath his feet. Then, he patted the Flying-cloud Wing hard and sped forward.

Although Lin Yue didn't know where the danger came from, he was sure that the warning from Fiendgod Pagoda was right. He had to escape with all his might.

The silver light sparkled. Lin Yue's body had already traveled a thousand miles, but he was still under the huge palm.

The trembling in the Fiendgod Pagoda was getting stronger and stronger, causing Lin Yue to feel more and more uneasy. He was running at full speed.

The palm above the clouds finally solidified, and was about to press down on Lin Yue!

Lin Yue could only feel an indescribable powerful Qi enveloping him from the sky. He felt an unbearable pain in his chest, but it only lasted for an instant. After that, he returned to his normal state, and the Fiendgod Pagoda returned to its normal state.

Just as the huge palm was about to press down, a whisk suddenly appeared and shattered the huge palm, causing it to vanish into thin air.

Lin Yue didn't know what had happened, but he didn't dare to stop at all. He continued flying with all his might.

On a certain land that was about ten thousand meters deep, a man with a demonic aura was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with deep shock and hatred.

"How dare you try to harm my disciple? Shura, don't force me to kill you." A faint voice sounded out, but it was like thunder as it rang out in the man's divine sense.

"Puff!" The man spat out a mouthful of blood, "Qingyue, your cultivation has actually reached such a level!"

"This is the last time I'll tolerate you. If you dare to attack him again, I don't mind killing you." Qing Yue's voice gradually faded.

"Damn it!" The man said hatefully, "Qing Yue, just you wait. One day, I'll let you taste the pain of losing your family! Before, you were alone, so I couldn't do anything to you. I didn't expect you to take in a disciple and wait to see. Hmph! "

The man licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and sank deeper into the ground.

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