At the same time, Ye Feiran did not forget to warn the mutant Nine-leaf Red Branch who was even more excited than herself, "Little Mengzi, have you forgotten? I also received the inherited power from seven seniors before." As soon as these words came out, the mutant nine-leaf red branch was indeed not that excited, but he still said stubbornly, "That's different." The corners of Ye Feiran's lips curled up, and her spiritual consciousness took a look at the inherited powers retained in the mysterious space, hoping that they could help her improve her later cultivation. Although part of the inherited power is of little use to her who has become an immortal, she doesn't mind it either. A little adds up to a lot! When the time comes to break through, what if it’s just a little bit short? Sometimes things just happen. The seven portraits saw that although Ye Feiran was happy, he was still stable and felt even more satisfied. He is worthy of being recognized by God and Demon Qin! "Okay, then let's start accepting the inheritance!" After a pause, he added, "From left to right." This is naturally to avoid another dispute between the owners of the seven portraits. Ye Feiran put away the identity tags of the seven bodies and disposed of their bodies before walking to the leftmost portrait. A suction force emanated from the painting, and she was pulled into the painting. Soon, she saw a figure that had become transparent. The transparent figure smiled and waved to her, "Child, come quickly!" Ye Feiran walked up to him and saluted respectfully, "I've met senior!" The transparent figure nodded slightly, "Child, as you can see, the remaining ray of consciousness I have is about to dissipate, so without further ado, you can now accept my lifelong inheritance, including my most proud music score, and Residual power. In order to compete for you, I lied. In fact, the remaining power of my life can only increase your cultivation level by half a level. The other power is used to find an heir, deal with monsters, and prevent myself from becoming a monster. " Hearing these words, Ye Feiran felt extremely bitter, "Senior..." The transparent figure waved his hand and said with a smile, "Child, you don't have to say anything. I understand. Go quickly! I can see with my own eyes that someone will take over my inheritance, and I can leave with peace of mind." Ye Feiran adjusted his mood and bowed respectfully, "Yes!" The next moment, the environment in front of Ye Feiran changed. This is a garden, and the transparent figure is sitting in the pavilion at the moment. There is a piano in front of him. It is obvious that he wants to teach Ye Feiran himself. Ye Feiran quickly walked to the pavilion, bowed again, and sat down opposite the transparent figure. Then there was a piano in front of her. Then, the transparent figure began to play the piano. Ye Feiran immediately started to learn. The two of them seemed to be tireless, one teaching and the other learning. As time passed, Ye Feiran learned all the transparent figure's piano skills, and the transparent figure also looked relieved. The figure became more and more transparent and might disappear at any time. Before Ye Feiran could sigh, the environment in front of her changed again, and a transparent figure handed her a wooden box. "This is my lifelong inheritance. You must practice it well. Of course, if you can improve it, it will be even better." Ye Feiran: "Yes!" Ye Feiran took the wooden box, and the transparent figure took out another piano, "This piano is a fairy-level spiritual weapon. You already have the divine and demon piano, so you may not like it anymore, but when you accept a disciple in the future You can give it to them.” Ye Feiran: "Okay!" Immediately afterwards, the transparent figure took out another green light group. It was small in size, but the power it overflowed was very attractive. "This ball of light is the condensed energy of my life. I hope you can absorb it well. Although it won't make your cultivation level rise by leaps and bounds, it will be enough for you to break through from the peak of Immortal to the early stage of Immortal Saint. The further you go in your cultivation, the harder it is to break through, especially when you reach Immortal Emperor, it may take decades to break through a small level, so don't think too much now. Although it is said that practicing one's own step by step is the most solid, but this is too slow. Accepting some inherited power appropriately, waiting until the cultivation level improves, and then spending time to stabilize the cultivation level will have no impact on the future path of cultivation. Of course, you don’t just accept the power of inheritance from me, so even if you absorb the power of inheritance, don’t rush to break through, you must try to stabilize your cultivation as much as possible, do you understand? " Ye Feiran nodded heavily, "Senior, don't worry! I won't be greedy for this momentary speed." The transparent figure nodded happily and continued, "It would be better if you have a way to preserve the power of inheritance. If not, start accepting the inheritance now! Because their situation is similar to mine." "Senior, I have a way to preserve the inherited power." Ye Feiran said while putting the inherited power into the mysterious space. The transparent figure gradually faded at this moment. It was originally a lingering thought, but now that the instructions are completed, this lingering thought will disappear. Seeing this, Ye Feiran bowed respectfully and shouted, "Master!" Hearing these two words, the transparent figure was undoubtedly pleased, "Practice hard, strive to become a god, and pass on our inheritance." "yes!" When the transparent figure completely dissipated, Ye Feiran also stepped back from the painting. Looking at the portrait in front of her, she carefully put it away. Next, the second to sixth portraits were all similar. Ye Feiran gained a wooden box, an immortal-level musical instrument, and an inherited power. When it came to the seventh portrait, Ye Feiran saw a figure with a celestial spirit. His figure was not as transparent as the previous six seniors. "I've met senior!" Le Zhengrong looked at Ye Feiran and nodded with satisfaction, "Come with me!" Soon, the two people came to a music room. Le Zhengrong sat down, waved his hand, and a guqin appeared in front of him. It didn't look like an immortal spiritual weapon, nor did it look like a divine weapon. Seeing the confusion in Ye Feiran's eyes, Le Zhengrong smiled and said, "This is a semi-sacred instrument. You also sit down and take out the God and Demon Qin." Ye Feiran sat down, and with a flick of his consciousness, the God and Demon Qin appeared in front of him. Le Zhengrong took a look at the rusty Divine and Demonic Qin, and sighed in his heart, remembering that he had also been looking for the Divine and Demonic Qin and the Divine Music Score back then, but it was a pity that he did not have such an opportunity. However, the opportunities he got later were not bad either. "Young man, there is only one piece of music that I want to pass on. As long as you learn this piece, I can rest easy." Ye Feiran was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said, "This junior will definitely try his best to study." Le Zhengrong nodded and continued, "The divine music score is certainly great, but the piece I am going to teach you now, I don't think it is any worse than the nine divine music pieces." Hearing this, Ye Feiran became even more curious and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what kind of music is that?" biqubao.com Le Zhengrong raised his eyes to look at Ye Feiran, and slowly said, "Suppressing Demon Song!"
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. ,,. ,.
