Chapter 360: Emperor heritage

Unexpectedly, this is the place where everyone dreams of inheriting the emperor-the palace of the emperor!
Ning Wufeng took a deep breath and found that he was the first person to walk out of the iron chain, except for Dragon Crest and Wuling.
Long Yan smiled immediately: "Mist Spirit, now it's all over, do you still want to hide it? Hurry up and give this boy what the master left behind."
Ning Wufeng also showed his intentions. After all, it is the treasure left by the last emperor of the human race, which must be of great value.
Wu Ling snorted softly and waved his hand to open the door of the palace in front of everyone.
"If you want to inherit the master, you need to pass the last test." Wu Ling said lightly.
Ning Wufeng saw the middle of the Emperor's Hall, a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe standing in the air, holding two gold scrolls in his hands. One of the gold scrolls made Ning Wufeng know the mountains and seas in the sea and trembled fiercely.
"Master, I feel the existence of Lao Qi." Jiu Nu, the silent man of the mountain and sea, spoke for a long time.
"What?" Ning Wufeng's face moved, but he did not expect to find the seventh remnant of the Shan Hai Zhen Jing in the palace of the Emperor.
Ning Wufeng's eyes flashed a fascination. The ninth volume of Shan Hai Zhen Jing helped him a lot, and he looked forward to the seventh volume of Ning Wufeng.
He couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth. Immediately, his eyes fell around the palace of the Emperor, and there were dozens of sculptures of the golden princes, as if serving on the side of the middle-aged man in the robe.
Those princely sculptures exude strong momentum. Ning Wufeng believed that as long as he stepped into it, those princes would immediately bombard him.
"What can I do?" Ning Wufeng touched his chin, the imperial inheritance was close at hand, and Shan Hai Jing was also inevitable, so he had to pass this level.
Suddenly, Ning Wufeng was among these princes, and he saw a man with a wrist bow, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
This person was the one who had previously fired arrows in the Kings Tower!
The strength of this person alone is so strong, not to mention that there are more than a dozen princes here who are not weaker than his prince!
Ning Wufeng took a deep breath.
At this time, some people stepped out of the mystery one after another.
"The Emperor's Palace!" Someone shouted ecstatically, and at a glance he saw the sculpture of the Emperor Confucian Emperor in the center of the palace, as well as the two volumes of his peerless heritage.
"Haha, the emperor's inheritance is mine." The man laughed and rushed straight into the emperor's hall.
Sure enough, Ning Wufeng expected, the princely sculpture in the main hall moved almost at the same time.
The prince of the wrist with a strong bow immediately pulled his bow and took an arrow. The speed of his shot was extremely fast, which made Ning Wufeng feel dazzled.
By the time Ning Wufeng could see clearly, an arrow light had been shot.
"Ah!" The man who rushed into the hall screamed and was killed by an arrow on the ground. The princes all around swarmed up, dropped the knife, and chopped him into a pool of meat.
"Good strength." The people around took a deep breath, chilling. They also wanted to rush up, but they were one step behind the previous one.
Fortunately, this step is late, otherwise the previous man's end is their end.
Du Zifei took a deep breath and said sighingly, "No matter what, the imperial inheritance is bound to get me!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes fell on the two dossiers in the hands of the Emperor Confucian Emperor.
The eyes of the people all around were equally firm, and they were obviously determined. They came here for the inheritance of the emperor.
Han Yanli's face moved slightly, and he said immediately: "If we shot at the same time, we might have the chance to get the lineage. Otherwise, it would be difficult for anyone to monopolize the lineage lineage alone."
"Indeed." The Beiyue Knife Clan Tigers responded immediately, "We Beiyue Knife Clan are willing to listen to Han's son."
"Han Gongzi makes sense, and we are willing to listen to your command." Some scattered monks followed Yinghe Road.
Only twenty or so monks were able to come to the Emperor's Hall. However, the power of the Han Palace and Tiantufu was the biggest, and everyone naturally looked at them with their horse heads.
Du Zifei snorted softly and said, "Cooperate and cooperate. We can't do it with your command."
In a word, he was willing to join forces.
Han Yanli smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Ning Wufeng, and asked, "Ning Jingzhu, don't know what you want?"
"Han Yanli, do you ask this boy what? Do you think that the strength of so many of us is not enough to obtain the inheritance of the emperor?" Du Zifei said unwillingly.
Ning Wufeng raised a brow lightly and ignored them.
Han Yanli's face moved slightly, and she cleared her throat immediately, saying, "Since you believe our cold house so much, you will do your best right now."
Between the words, Han Yanli and Tian Candi missed each other and rushed into the palace of the Emperor together. The other monks followed closely and rushed into the hall together.
Du Zifei gave Ning Wufeng an unhappy look, and sneered: "Shit, you better go further, otherwise you will look good."
Threatening, Du Zifei and the people of Tiantufu entered the palace of the Emperor together.
"Master Yu, we ..." Huo Yang snorted and asked.
Ning Wufeng reached out and stopped him, saying, "Let's watch it."
By this time, the people who had rushed into the hall had already met the princes. The princes were really powerful, and they killed four or five people in person.
However, Han Yanli and others quickly stabilized their position. After all, the people who can stay to this day are not unknown, and their stunts have been revealed, and the magic light is masterpiece.
With the three monks in the false kingdom as the core, the people and the kings are fighting each other.
Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, his consciousness was released, and he carefully observed the attack trajectories of all the princes. After all, these princes were crickets. Since it is rampant, their attack must be traceable.
However, the emperor's method is indeed extremely clever. The trajectories of these puppet attacks are complex and complicated. Ning Wufeng found that the same puppet has not repeated actions since his shot.
"It doesn't seem that simple." Ning Wufeng murmured, and immediately Shen Shen ordered, "Let's kill!"
Now, I can only try with these princely sculptures first.
Chu Chu, the fiery sun, and Jin Tiandao shot together behind him. The six wings of fire snarled with a strong flame, roaring out across the mountains and printing golden light, while killing a prince.
At this time, the outer dragonfly and Wuling were watching the fight in the hall.
"Since you are so optimistic about this boy, how much do you think he can get the inheritance?" Wu Ling opened the sky and asked Long Yan.
Long Yan frowned slightly and laughed, "Why, even you fancy this kid?"
"Others dare not say, I think he has at least 80% confidence in this group of people."
"Bacheng?" Wu Ling asked back in doubt, but did not expect Long Yan to believe Ning Wufeng so much.
"Then do you think he can fulfill his master's will?"
"Master's will?" Long Yan's face moved slightly, hesitating, and after a moment he said, "I don't know, maybe he won't accept ..."
"What?" Wuling's pupils suddenly shrank.
At this time, the fight in the palace of the Emperor was in full swing.
Ning Wufeng vaguely felt that the strength of more than a dozen princes continued to increase, and as more and more princes were destroyed, the strength of the remaining princes seemed to be increasing faster and faster.
"What's going on?" Ning Wufeng said secretly. Is the power in the palace of the people constant? The fewer princes, the more concentrated and powerful?
In this way, if there is only one prince left in the end, he will concentrate all the power of the palace of the emperor. At that time, it will be impossible for everyone to defeat him!
Ning Wufeng's face moved, and it seemed that capturing the emperor's heritage was not so simple.
While he was thinking about it, suddenly someone rushed to the sculpture of Emperor Confucian Emperor and grabbed two files in his hands.
"Damn!" Du Zifei yelled.
The words didn't fall, and an arrow light burst out, and the man was nailed directly to the pillar of the main hall. It was the prince on the roof of the kings. With his hundreds of steps to wear Yang's archery, no one can approach the Confucian Emperor.
Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, and the creature's psychic eye was exhibited. He suddenly pressed the ground with his hands, and the consciousness was suddenly released.
A mysterious and mysterious wave came in the palace of the Emperor, and the Yuanshen in the sea suddenly opened his eyes. Numerous golden rays interweaved in front of him. It was the spiritual array of the Emperor's palace.
That's it!
The lilac light suddenly closed in his eyes, and he stood up.
The body suddenly disappeared, appearing before the Confucian sculpture.
"Huh, smelly boy, since you're so anxious to die, my son won't clean up for you." Du Zifei snorted coldly.
However, Ning Wufeng was surging in gold, and a golden prince appeared in front of him. Strange things happened. The prince in the palace of the emperor didn't seem to realize that Ning Wufeng existed. No one attacked Ning Wufeng.
"What's going on?" Han Yanli's pupils suddenly shrank, and she said quietly.
Ning Wufeng walked slowly towards the Emperor Ruo Pao, owed him three gifts, and then reached out to grab the dossier in the Emperor Ruo Pao.
"Ah!" Du Zifei shouted, pointing at Ning Wufeng, shouting to the princes who besieged them, "Are you blind? The kid has already inherited the emperor's heritage, and you will not attack him?"
He yelled, but the attacking Wang Houyu in front of him was even more crazy.
After the Emperor's dossier fell into the hands of Ning Wufeng, Wuling's figure suddenly appeared, and he said in a deep voice: "The inheritance of the Emperor has already been obtained for this person, and the rest have withdrawn from the Emperor's Hall."
The voice was loud, and an invisible force suddenly blasted Han Yanli and others out.
With a bang, the gate of the palace of the Emperor suddenly closed. And those former princes have returned to their positions.
"I'm not convinced, why can this kid be inherited?" Du Zifei yelled outside the door.
Mi Er, the door of the Emperor's Palace opened, and a white light suddenly swept towards Du Zifei, hitting his face so badly that his mouth was crooked, and he couldn't even speak clearly.
Other dissidents also muttered, but the anger overflowed.