Chapter 326
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"You have the inheritance of the devil, so do I!"
The sharp voice of the devil tore every inch of Zhen Xiaoxiao's nerves. If she was not strong-willed, she would not have been able to bear this terrible fact.
Wasn't it good or evil for the Supreme of Dongling to accept a disciple?
That's right.
He was unscrupulous.
Lixue had lived an unrestrained life. He was once the Asura of Hell and stained his hands with the blood of tens of thousands of people. He was once the Supreme of Heaven and suppressed the evil path.
In his eyes, humans, beasts, demons … even the bloodline of the cultivators outside of Dongling were not important. What was important was his unyielding will to survive in the face of death!
Because he had no bottom line, there were even cultivators from Northern Rock and villains like Hateful Water in the Five-edged Blade.
The fight between the blades was definitely unexpected by the ancestor of Lixue and the Wujiang God of War.
Hateful Water's laughter was still ringing in Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears.
"Although I can't use my eyes to release the strange shadow of the blade, this power has helped me break through the bottleneck and step into the Core Formation Stage! Hahahaha! "
In Hateful Water's eyes, Zhen Xiaoxiao was already a dead person!
She was lucky to win in the White Spring Forest because of the favor and help of the inheritance.
Now, both of them were the inheritors of the Devil Blade. The difference between the Qi Condensation Stage and the Core Formation Stage was not just a gap of three stages. It was a gap that many people could never cross in their entire lives!
This time, she would not be able to cross it!
"After I kill you, I'll cut open your eyes and see if that black saber can be held by me. I want two inheritances and stand at the top of Dongling! "
Hateful Water's roar was getting sharper and louder. The power of the Core Formation Stage was spreading around, almost shattering all the meridians in Zhen Xiaoxiao's body.
This was the reason why he gave up everything and had to find Zhen Xiaoxiao before entering the Ares Temple to meet Lian Zizhuo!
Lixue inheritance!
The Supreme of Dongling Dao!
The blade could fly out of Zhen Xiaoxiao's body. Although he had successfully reached the Core Formation Stage under the guidance of the old monster and practiced a set of Dominating Blade Skills, Hateful Water still coveted the power of Zhen Xiaoxiao's inheritance!
Because in her blade, there was a madness that could not be replicated by others!
She could allow a Qi Condensation cultivator to fight a half-step Core Formation cultivator. If he hadn't broken through, he wouldn't have been able to use his divine sense to trace the outline of her saber intent!
Damn of it, the power of inheritance in every blade is different!
No matter what, the power of the power of Zhen Xiaoxiao will always be mine!
Of Hateful Water of Water of Zhen of Zhen Xiaoxiao's head!
The White Bone Demonic Blade, like a cold silver moon, suddenly fell from the sky with the power of thunder, and cut off Zhen Xiaoxiao's flying hair!
At this moment, a skinny figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the alley. Trembling, he raised the thin blade that had been sharpened to the size of a cicada's wing. While screaming, he tried to cut the back of the water of hatred.
"Zhen Xiaoxiao!"
"This devil destroyed my Eastern Village and harmed my father! He killed my wife and concubines, ate my son, and also killed your friends … You, you, you … You are the most powerful. You must ruthlessly kill him like you did to me, and take revenge for everyone! "
Tang Qi's entire body was trembling, and his lips had turned blue from excessive nervousness. Tears were gushing out of his eyes, and his face was filled with terror.
However, some unknown force pushed his skinny body forward, causing him to stumble and stumble towards the two of them.
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