After coming back to his senses, the faces of the six Le Xiu suddenly turned ugly. Seven portraits robbed Ye Feiran of one person at the same time, and Ye Feiran could only choose one portrait in the end. Do they still have a chance? With Zhuyu in front of them, can the owner of the portrait still like them? For a moment, they felt uncomfortable thinking about visiting Le Palace in vain. Naturally, they resented Ye Feiran in their hearts, but they did not dare to take action now because they still held on to a glimmer of hope of being chosen by the owner of the portrait. At the same time, when the seven portraits saw that Ye Feiran had no reaction, there was another wave of chatter. "Little girl, I don't need to test you. You can come directly to accept the inheritance." "Me too!" "Little girl, for the sake of seeing me waiting for so many years, come to my place!" "Shit, it's as if we haven't waited so many years." "Okay, you all, stop arguing and let my sister-in-law make her own choice!" After a while of muttering, the palace finally returned to silence. Not only the seven portraits, but also the six music cultivators were waiting for Ye Feiran to make his choice. Ye Feiran's consciousness moved, he put away the konghou, and then raised his eyes to look at the seven portraits. In fact, she didn't know which portrait to choose. The muttering voice of the mutated nine-leaf red branch suddenly sounded in her mind, "It would be great if I could choose seven portraits at the same time." The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly. Is this a whim? As a result, the next moment, a voice came from one of the portraits, "Why don't she accept the inheritance of the seven of us alone!" As soon as these words came out, the other six portraits remained silent and seemed to be thinking. The six music cultivators lost all hope, so they were naturally very unhappy, and their resentment towards Ye Feiran became even worse. The six Lexiu looked at each other, and one of them suddenly said, "Since the establishment of the Monster Kiln, the Lingxu Secret Realm has not been opened for a long time. The elders in the family speculated that the Lingxu Secret Realm might be about to collapse. Therefore, this time the seniors in the secret realm will choose successors, otherwise their remaining souls will dissipate, and once the Lingxu secret realm collapses, they will have no successors. " After hearing this, whether it was true or not, the six music cultivators all had murderous intentions towards Ye Feiran. At the same time, the atmosphere in the palace became weird and tense. Ye Feiran's eyes retracted from the portrait and fell on the six Le Xiu. Fourteen eyes met, and sparks suddenly flew out. The six music cultivators took out their musical instruments at the same time. Naturally, they hoped that when they killed Ye Feiran, the seven portraits would also see their abilities. Six music cultivators took action at the same time. Ye Feiran's consciousness moved, and the God and Demon Qin also appeared in his hand. "God and Demon Qin!" An exclamation sounded, coming from a certain portrait. "She has actually been recognized by the God and Demon Qin. No wonder her talent is so evil!" "It's not impossible for the owner of the Divine Demonic Qin to accept the inheritance of the seven of us." "Maybe we made a profit." "Zheng!" As the first piano sound sounded, Ye Feiran's skills as a master-level divine musician were also revealed. The expressions of the six music cultivators suddenly became solemn. They never dreamed that the young practitioner in front of them was actually a master-level Kagura master! This person's bone age and cultivation have reached the peak of immortality, which is already amazing. She is also a grandmaster-level Kagura master. How did she do it? However, the arrow is on the string and must be fired. Now that they have taken action, they can only fight for the opportunity. After the seven portraits were surprised for a while, they were not worried that Ye Feiran, a master-level Kagura master, could not deal with the six music cultivators. Instead, they secretly discussed whether all the inheritance of the seven of them should be given to Ye Feiran. While Ye Feiran was dealing with the six music cultivators, the spirit of the secret realm in the Lingxu Secret Realm thought again and again and spread the news that the Lingxu Secret Realm was about to collapse. After receiving the news, all the cultivators in Fengmo City immediately gathered together to discuss. "I suggest that disciples in the intermediate monster area and high-level monster area also enter the Lingxu Secret Realm." "Seconded!" "The Lingxu Secret Realm is rich in resources. Although a lot of them may be consumed now, the inheritance of the predecessors must still be there. They must also hope to find a suitable successor before the soul dissipates and the Lingxu Secret Realm collapses." "But so many disciples have gone to the Lingxu Secret Realm, who will deal with the monsters in the Monster Kiln?" "The monsters in the low-level monster area are flocking to the Lingxu Secret Realm. Let us deal with the monsters in the mid-level and high-level monster area!" "Seconded!" "Who told the seniors of Lingxu Secret Realm to only look at young practitioners, otherwise I would also want to get in and get a share of the pie." "Since no one has any objections, I will inform the disciples in the intermediate and high-level monster area." "Go, hurry up! Otherwise, the Lingxu Secret Realm will suddenly collapse and everyone will regret it." When the disciples in the intermediate and high-level monster area received the news, they immediately went crazy and headed to the Red Moon Mountains. They originally thought they were going to kill the monsters that had lasted for three years in the monster kiln, but unexpectedly, the secret realm of the spirit void suddenly opened. More importantly, the Lingxu Secret Realm is about to collapse. Although everyone feels regretful, their chances of receiving the inheritance have suddenly become much greater. This is a rare opportunity, so don’t miss it! Le Palace. Facing the master-level Kagura master Ye Feiran, the six music cultivators were quickly defeated, even though they all used their own unique skills. "Don't kill me, please." "Don't kill me either!" "Fellow Taoist, please spare my life!" Ye Feiran looked at them with cold eyes. “Cut the weeds and eradicate the root causes, and avoid future troubles forever!” "We have no roots in the fairy world." "If you can't do it, then let me do it." The cold and ruthless voice of Black Rose Essence also reached Ye Feiran's ears. Ye Feiran's lips curved into a cold arc, "I'll do it myself." What the Black Rose Essence thought of, she naturally thought of it too. In the fairy world, she doesn't want to cause trouble, nor does she want to get into too many troubles. She just wants to practice well and improve her cultivation level, so as to ascend to the divine world as soon as possible. The next moment, a piano sound blade, and the mutated nine-leaf red branches cooperated, directly took the lives of six music cultivators. The moment death came, the six music cultivators naturally regretted their actions, but it was a pity that there was no regret medicine in the world. Seeing this scene, all seven portraits remained silent, because they would have done the same thing in other situations. However, they also received the message from the spirit of the secret realm, and they were a little confused for a while. However, this little tangle didn't last long before they made a decision. If they didn't look down on the owner of the Divine Demonic Qin, they would probably look down on other music cultivators even more. Now or never. Their heir is her! "Young man, are you willing to accept the inheritance of the seven of us?" Ye Feiran thought what they said before was just a joke. When he was debating which portrait to choose, he was naturally surprised when he suddenly heard this sentence. The mutated nine-leaf red branch was also extremely happy. "Ahhh... seven inheritances, Ranran got seven inheritances at once, this is absolutely unprecedented!" Their dyeing is amazing, hahaha... Even though he was happy, Ye Feiran did not forget the etiquette and bowed respectfully to the seven portraits. "Junior is willing!"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
