This person is too murderous

In the secret space, outside the palace that was full of golden light, the Xuanming statue suddenly spoke.

Yutong and the old woman were both startled and bowed respectfully: "Unworthy descendants, kowtow to the ancestors."

"Three bows and nine kowtows, you can get the inheritance."

The Xuanming statue, with an aura that surpasses all things, also has a hint of sacredness, as if the divine is present.

"Descendants of the future generations should pay great tribute."

The old woman looked solemn and bowed respectfully.

Yutong also kowtowed with a respectful expression.

Buzz

On the ground, a series of formations lit up, and the eyes of the Xuanming statue glowed with golden light, looking directly at Jiang Daoming and the Crocodile God: "Why don't you bow?"

"Let this hall master bow? Can you bear it!"

Jiang Daoming said coldly, with his hands behind his back, ignoring the Xuanming statue: "Inheritance is inheritance, why do you have to bow three times and nine times, do you really think you are still alive?"

The Crocodile God was speechless and looked at the statue.

The old woman kowtowed repeatedly: "Ancestor, please don't blame us. The Palace Master is our benefactor. Without him, we would not be here."

"Disrespecting God, you should be punished by God!"

The Xuanming statue shouted coldly, and the statue shook violently, and the palace behind it also shook.

The ground appeared with lines of array patterns, and the drifting rain fell. In the void, the illusory figure solidified and made a shrill roar.

"God? Are you worthy?" Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold: "It's you who made this Palace Master recall a dead soul under his palm, the Lord of the Rain Country!"

"Palace Master, please say less." The old woman said hurriedly, her heart chilled.

They still wanted to accept the inheritance, Jiang Daoming's bad temper, I'm afraid they would fight.

The Xuanming statue stopped shaking, the array was still lit, and said coldly: "Considering your escort, God, I will pardon you this time."

After speaking, the power of the array shone, and a faint blue light spread, covering the old woman and Yutong.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. The Crocodile God lay on the Palace Master and begged, "Palace Master, please let them inherit first."

Jiang Daoming looked at the Xuanming statue, then looked at the illusory ghosts, without saying a word.

The tone of this statue is too much like the King of the Rain Country in the Demon Suppression Tower.

However, the King of the Rain Country was suppressed by the Sword Immortal and killed by himself, so he should have completely disappeared.

Could it be that among the descendants of the King of the Rain Country, there is another person with the same personality as her?

"Uh ah..."

At this moment, Yu Tong let out a shrill scream.

Wrapped in the formation, a stream of power entered Yu Tong's body and transformed her body.

The old woman looked equally painful, but she could endure it, and said respectfully: "Ancestor, give her all the fortune, I am old."

The Xuanming statue was silent for a moment, and said: "Allow you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dark blue light that enveloped the old woman flew into Yu Tong's body.

Woo wow

The shrill ghost call resounded, and those illusory ghosts swarmed around Yu Tong, turning into a wisp of gray airflow and sinking into Yu Tong's body.

The dark blue light transformed, Yu Tong's breath changed greatly, and his cultivation instantly broke through and stepped into the seventh level.

The Xuanming Dharma behind him condensed, the blood was stimulated, and an aura that surpassed all things emanated.

Jiang Daoming looked at the illusory ghosts, all of which exuded the aura of the Xuanming lineage.

These are the dead souls of the Xuanming lineage!

"Thank you, ancestor!" The old woman kowtowed respectfully and looked at the transformed Yu Tong excitedly: "The blood of the ancestor witch, Yu Tong's talent, this life has the hope of the ninth level!"

"Nineth level? How can the descendants of God stop at the ninth level?"

The Xuanming statue spoke proudly: "She will impact the realm of God and step into the realm of God!"

"The might of the ancestors." The old woman's face flushed with excitement.

Jiang Daoming looked at the transformed Yutong, and a familiar yet strange breath surprised him.

An illusory ghost slowly merged into Yutong's body. The ghost's breath was restrained, but there was one thing that could not be concealed, all the ghosts were afraid.

"Playing with the body of the master under the eyes of this hall?"

Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold, and he raised his palm, and the dragon and elephant roared.

Ang

Moo

The dragon roared and the elephant mooed loudly, Jiang Daoming's five fingers were bent, and the majestic suction enveloped the special ghost.

"You dare to destroy the inheritance!" The Xuanming statue was furious: "Human, you have angered the gods!"

A majestic force emanated, and the array patterns intertwined, which actually isolated the suction, and the illusory ghosts all retreated.

That special ghost also took the opportunity to leave and escaped into the statue.

"Put away your face!" Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold: "This hall master still can't believe that you are the king of the Rain Country. You were suppressed at the beginning, and I killed you with my own hands. Why is there still a soul here?"

The Xuanming statue shook, and finally stopped hiding. His voice was cold, with a hint of disbelief: "Old friend? After so many years, how could you still exist?"

"This hall master is not your old friend, but your soul has survived until now. Not long ago, I killed it with my own hands."

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "If you inherit it well, it's fine, but trying to revive is just self-destruction!"

"Resurrection?"

The old woman and the crocodile god changed their faces at the same time, looking at the statue in horror.

As for Yutong, she was already unconscious, and the formation continuously provided power to transform her body.

"How can you guess the ability of God?" The Xuanming statue said proudly, and the breath that surpassed all things became more and more terrifying: "You said you have seen God, and you even killed the soul of God?"

"This palace master has no patience to repeat it." Jiang Daoming said coldly: "I will give you two choices. One, my palace master will destroy you, and two, I will inherit it sincerely."

"presumptuous!"

The statue of Xuan Ming was furious, the formation lines shone, and heavy rain poured down: "If you provoke God again and again, God will grant you destruction!"

boom

The statue shook, and the formation patterns turned into chains, killing Jiang Daoming.

"Don't cherish the opportunity!"

Jiang Daoming snorted coldly, and the ruthless Taoist Dharma image rose behind him, and the demon field came out in a mighty manner, covering the entire secret space.

Buzz

The formation patterns that rushed into the demon field suddenly stopped, and the silky energy was like a sharp needle, piercing through the formation patterns.

In an instant, the formation lines collapsed, and the power of divine suppression filled the air, oppressing the Xuan Ming statue.

Rumble

The palace behind shook, and the long-dusted palace opened, and a powerful aura came from the palace.

A middle-aged woman, wearing a dragon robe and a crown on her head, stepped out, but her eyes were tightly closed.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

The expressions of the old woman and the Crocodile God changed drastically at the same time. Are they still alive?

The pale face, the cold expression, the rolling air waves shook the demon field.

Jiang Daoming's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked at the middle-aged woman with indifference: "The Lord of the Kingdom of Rain?"

Within the Xuanming statue, an illusory soul flew out and disappeared into the woman's body.

Buzz

The middle-aged woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were cold and ruthless, and the aura that was above all things was exuding. The mysterious law appeared behind her, like a high-altitude god, indifferent to everything.