I Just Want To Be Quiet

The owner's departure has a huge impact on children.

The most direct point is that without this powerful backing, his steady and continuous source of evil thoughts would be impossible to keep.

Even he himself will be swallowed by those long-hated ghosts because of all the benefits he has gained from relying on his master over the years.

In this case, there is only one way to solve the upcoming dilemma, or even the desperate situation.

That is...becoming the inheritor of the master!

But when the child dared to tentatively tempt, the owner did not get angry or agreed. He calmly said, "You are not good enough."

A huge loss swept the child's heart. He stabilized his mind and made a second request: "The slave is fortunate to serve the master for thousands of years, and the master will leave. The slave cannot continue to follow the left and right, and he will die."

"I also ask the master to give a name to remember the fate of the master and servant."

The master said casually: "You were sent by Gui Sang to serve me, so call it...Sang."

"Thanks to the master for the name!" The child, no, he should be called Sang. Sang suppressed all emotions and knelt down to thank you.

It seems that because of the name given, it also seems that after all, he has served himself for thousands of years. When the master left, he was also a little compassionate to Sang. It is rare to say a few more words: "You can't go with me, but I still have Leave the messenger to you, and you will take good care of my heritage."

"In the future, my inheritor will arrive, or he can take you, and see me one day."

Sang Ban was unwilling to ask for instructions and asked, "Master, what kind of talent can be the inheritor of the master?"

The master shook his head slightly, did not elaborate, only said: "When the time comes, you will know when you see him."

After that, the owner sealed off the entire Tianwai Island with a wave of his hands, and left.

Never came back.

Sang was trapped in Tianwai Island, waiting for the inheritor who would know when he saw it.

He was extremely unwilling to confirm that the master would not come back again, and finally, unable to hold back, he began to exhaust all his methods to plot the inheritance of the master.

But just started, cursing, came.

In the dark, his life was shattered in an instant, and he had to pass sacrifices one after another to maintain his existence and power.

In order to preserve his strength, Sang had to reduce his shots, and even if he had to do his shots, he used every force cautiously.

If so, the curse is getting more and more serious.

Through constant attempts and constant sacrifices, Sang finally found a way to steal the master's inheritance when the Twelve Cities were almost completely destroyed.

Then, he did not choose the people of the twelve cities, but directly spread the method of building the foundation of the heavenly path in the master's inheritance.

In those days, Sang stood on the island, quietly feeling the **** air brought by the sea breeze, becoming stronger day by day.

Feelings of resentment, jealousy, and hatred flooded him like a tide, making him feel extremely refreshed and full of expectations.

In the end, a young man named Han Sigu, carrying a long sword named "Blood River", entered the island with his body covered in blood...

Sang was observing the opponent in the dark. The cultivator who stepped on the nine great factions of the same realm of Tianjiao was the best choice in this world.

That kind of arrogance and self-confidence that is almost taken for granted and is destined to dominate the people is something that Sang, who has been a slave for thousands of years, is impossible to possess.

This is the inheritor the master is looking for!

But he didn't recognize the other party as the new master, feeling the gnawing of jealousy, Sang's expression gradually became cold.

He allowed Han Sigu to take away the foundation of Heavenly Dao.

Anyway, Sang has erased all the information in the inheritance, except for the foundation-building method.

At that time, whether it is Han Sigu's success or the success of the curse, the inheritors who come to the island again will face the trap he carefully prepared...

This kind of supreme arrogant destiny, blood, and path... will give Sang unprecedented new life and freedom.

The years of this life flashed past Sang's eyes like sparks of lightning:

When I was young, my family was full of malicious and greedy love...

The fear and grievance of rafting alone...

The hatred after becoming a dead soul...

Serve the master's trembling, cautious...

The resentment and unwillingness after the missed pass on the inheritance...

Thousands of years of planning...

He was once smug, he was full of confidence, he was confident... but in the end, he lost.

The restrictions and curses of Tianwaidao quickly disappeared, and Sang's strength suddenly declined, and his body became weaker and weaker.

As if returning to the moment when I just realized that I was a ghost, I shed tears because of the abandonment and betrayal of my family.

However, unwilling and angry, but like a volcano erupting, boiling full.

Sang's eyes widened and roared: "I don't agree! I don't agree! I don't agree!!!"

"Why am I not at fault, but because of my parents' ignorance, I was treated as a sacrifice in my childhood and became a ghost?!"

"Why have I served my master with my heart for thousands of years. The master has not even rewarded a complete set of exercises, but he wants me to guard his uninherited inheritance, waiting for the inexplicable inheritors to come, and I need to continue to be a cow and a horse to be able to Goodbye to him?!"

"I just want to take his inheritance by myself, and one day, I will meet him by myself!!"

"I want to tell him that if I am not qualified to accept his inheritance, there will be no one else in this world!!"

In the hysterical roar, Sang's whole body swelled rapidly, and he was about to explode!

Now that he has lost, he will take the entire Tianwai Island to the funeral together.

He is dead, don't even think about living the son!

But at this moment, a piece of shiny sword tip penetrated his body in an instant.

Countless runes on Wan Xuanzhi suddenly lit up, abruptly interrupting his self-destruction, and before Sang could react more, Qiao Ciguang shot frantically.

The flying sword is cut down like a waterfall, and the moon blade whirls like a cicada in midsummer, and the sound of cutting the soul is endless. Sang finally couldn't support it, and let out a sharp soul howl!

Qiao Ciguang instantly felt as if a few sharp blades had been pierced into his mind, blood was flowing across the seven orifices, and his face instantly paled.

But instead of retreating, she moved in, and her shots became more swift and violent.

Pieces of soul bodies were under the sharp blades and scattered like snowflakes, and then soul bones, soul blood, eyeballs, soul teeth, skulls...

Finally, as the last toe was chopped into powder, with Qiao Ciguang as the center, Sang scattered all over the ground.

After two short breaths, the mulberry ash disappeared.

Nothing exists.

Qiao Ciguang finally stopped, panting with big mouths, but she didn't have the slightest joy of revenge on her face. The water in her eyes was shining, and when she flashed, she suddenly turned around and rushed to the previous sisters to chase Pei Ling. Direction.

But just after taking a few steps, the dense fog all around dissipated, and the vision of the cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage was no longer obstructed, and he could see the boundless sea all around in an instant.

Here, it is no longer near the square city, the sea is as black as ink, and it is gloomy...This is where the deep sea is!