Immemorial Paragon

Wan Yaodi Palace has a lot of space, much larger than the outside world.

At the first glance of Mo Qingyun, he estimated that the area of ​​the Wanxiu Emperor's Palace had nearly one million square meters.

He followed behind the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes, walking in the Wan Yaodi Palace, and saw many disciples practicing.

When Mo Qingyun was observing these disciples, the other side was looking at him with a curious look.

After a while, a lot of disciples came around and looked at Mo Qingyun curiously.

"Who is this boy? He asked the host to bring it in person."

"His cultivation is so weak that he hasn't even reached the level of heaven soldiers."

"His cultivation is less than heavenly soldiers, how does he transform?"

"He is not our demon, he is a human being, it is strange that a human being has the fancy of the palace master."

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Everyone looked at Mo Qingyun, all with curious expressions.

Looking at the disciples around him, Mo Qingyun was extremely depressed, and was again hit with a powerful blow.

From these disciples, he felt a strong breath.

Even the weakest person is not comparable to the Holy Emperor.

"Wan Yaodi Palace is so strong!"

When Mo Qingyun's heart was depressed, he couldn't help feeling.

Although Wan Yao Di Palace walked out of one person and entered the astral realm, they could sweep everyone.

"It's all gone!"

Seeing more and more people around, the middle-aged in Confucianism waved his hands to disperse all the disciples.

The disciples were sent away, and the middle-aged man in Confucian costume kept walking and continued to walk inside the Wan Yaodi Palace.

Mo Qingyun followed him closely, without talking, silently looking at the Wan Yaodi Palace.

About two and a half minutes later, the two came to a palace and stopped in their middle age.

"Inheritance Hall!"

At the entrance of the main hall, there is a huge plaque with three characters written by Long Fei Feng Wu.

On each handwriting, there is an amazing wave of power, as if it has life.

"go in!"

At the front of the hall, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume kept walking and motioned for Mo Qingyun to walk in.

Mo Qingyun heard the words, he quickly followed and entered the hall.

Entering the main hall, Mo Qingyun found that the space inside the main hall was huge, and one statue was placed.

These statues are lifelike, and none of them exudes a huge breath, giving people the impulse to worship.

"There are 10,000 statues here, representing 10,000 inheritances. You try to communicate with them."

Taking Mo Qingyun into the hall, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume smiled slightly, nodded to Mo Qingyun, and said, "You want to cultivate the law of Wan Yaodi Palace, you must obtain one of the inheritance and awaken a kind of demon. Bloodline. "

Listening to the middle-aged story of Confucian costume, Mo Qingyun nodded consciously, knowing what to do.

Immediately, Mo Qingyun urged the power of the blood and tried to resonate with the 10,000 statues.

"So amazing blood power."

Feeling the power of Mo Qingyun's bloodline, the middle-aged expression of Confucianism shocked, and a shock came out in his eyes, saying, "The power of blood on his body is a bit like the dark heavenly gate family, and a bit like the beginning of the Holy Spirit. Clan, this kid is getting more and more interesting. "

Immediately, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume turned to Mo Qingyun's gaze, and a strong curiosity emerged.

Before the smile of the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes fell, he looked at Mo Qingyun's gaze again, and some great changes occurred again, and he was surprised: "The fluctuation of the power just now seems to be ..."

"Probably not. He's just from the astral realm. How could there be that thing on him?"

The Confucian costume was shocked. After carefully examining Mo Qingyun, he shook his head.

Booming ...

When the middle-aged man in Confucian costume was shocked, a huge blood dragon statue made a strong roar.

Seeing the blood-colored statue resonate, the middle-aged expression of the Confucian costume changed again, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes again, saying: "He unexpectedly resonated with the Purple Thunder Crystal Dragon, which was really beyond my expectations."

"Well, his physique seems to be a purple thunder crystal dragon body. I can't think of him as a person in the astral realm, who actually awakened the heavenly domineering body of the realm. This kid is really weird."

The more he came in contact with Mo Qingyun, the more he found that he was middle-aged in Confucian clothes, and Mo Qingyun let him see through.

"As a result, I have become even more excited about this kid's achievements."

After a simple shock, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume no longer said much. He walked to Mo Qingyun's side and said: "Your performance was beyond my expectation, and it resonated with Zi Lei Jinglong. In this case, you will come to Zi Lei In front of the Jinglong statue, accept its cultivation heritage. "

"it is good!"

Mo Qingyun nodded, and walked towards the statue of Zilei Jinglong, continuing to communicate with it.

Under the constant communication of Mo Qingyun, the statue of Zilei Jinglong trembled more and more, and the blood-colored light in bloom became stronger and stronger.

Immediately, Mo Qingyun was shrouded in blood, and a lot of information began to flood into his brain.

A lot of information poured into his head, and Mo Qingyun felt that his head was about to be blown out.

The intense shock in the brain made Mo Qingyun's meaning slowly faint.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's performance, the middle-aged man in the Confucian costume frowned, and a look of shock appeared on his face, saying, "Although the boy is not high, but his will is extremely strong, how can he accept the inheritance, Consciously shocked into a coma? "

"What kind of inheritance does Zilei Jinglong give to him?"

At the same time as the Confucian costume was incomprehensible to middle age, he also became curious.

Time passed by a little bit.

Soon, a few hours passed, and the inheritance continued.

Looking at this anomalous scene, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume is a little uneasy, and a look of worry appears on his face: "Why is his inheritance so long? Is there any problem with this boy?"

At this moment, when the middle-aged man in Confucianism was worried, the statue of Zilei Jinglong stopped trembling.

As the statue of Zilei Jinglong stopped trembling, Mo Qingyun's meaning slowly woke up, and a strong shock appeared on his face.

Originally, he thought that the inheritance of Confucianism's middle-aged theory was just a practice practice.

He did not expect that the inheritance of Zi Lei Jing Long to him, in addition to a powerful method, also has its life experience and insights.

It is for this reason that it took Mo Qingyun such a long time to accept the inheritance.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's restoration of consciousness, the middle-aged Confucian costume was a little lighter and approached with a smile, saying: "The time you took to inherit is much longer than ordinary people. It should be a good harvest. What did you get? Practice? "

"Tai Shi Purple Thunder Demon Dragon!"

Mo Qingyun did not conceal the questioning of the middle-aged man in Confucian costume, and answered him truthfully.

Hearing Mo Qingyun's answer, the middle-aged man in Confucian costume suddenly changed his face, and a strong shock appeared on his face.

Obviously, Mo Qingyun's harvest surprised him greatly, far exceeding his expectations.

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