Chapter 391: inherited

This time.
Peng Qing has been wandering in the Thirteen Mansion of Dazhao.
Continue to hunt down the monks in the True Martial Realm or above.
in order.
It is to complete this inheritance task.
After all, the True Martial Realm is also the backbone of the cultivation world. If a large number of True Martial Realm monks die in a residence, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion and attention of others.
To squeeze the wool.
Can't catch a mansion hard.
otherwise.
He can't be at ease till now.
For two years, Peng Qing has been wandering between killing and being hunted down. The lives of nearly ten thousand real martial arts monks have piled up his realm to the point of manifesting sacred realm.
It can be said.
Such an improvement is particularly terrifying.
But holding the Weeping Blood Blade.
Peng Qing found that the experience points he gained from killing the monks seemed to be more than those of others.
and.
When killing nearly ten thousand monks, the Weeping Blood Blade also transformed from a spiritual tool to a Dao tool, and it was not an ordinary Dao tool, but reached the second seal level.
The strength of the sacred realm is shown in the eight layers of Lingwu.
Cooperate with the Weeping Blood Blade of the Upper Second Seal Dao Device.
It can be said.
Even if it was a great monk in the Divine Martial Realm face to face, Peng Qing was not without the power to fight.
As for slaying the monks in the True Martial Realm and the Ling Martial Realm, it was even simpler.
This is why.
The reason why he can almost complete the inheritance task in about two years.
"Is it really the last link after completing this inheritance task?"
Peng Qing asked.
In the ring, the voice of the slave slave came out, and slowly said: "If you can slaughter 10,000 True Martial Realm cultivators, you are already qualified to get the true inheritance. By then, you will become the strongest existence in the world."
"The strongest?"
Peng Qing shook his head secretly.
He didn't believe all of the words of the slave slave, and the so-called the strongest in the world was just a gimmick.
but--
From the changes in the body.
Peng Qing is almost certain that the inheritance he gets must be extremely powerful.
at least.
Among the players at this stage, there should be no one who has gotten the inheritance, which is stronger than himself.
Once the final task is completed.
He will be able to complete the inheritance.
At that time.
Strength must skyrocket.
Although it is impossible to be truly invincible.
However, it is not impossible to become the number one player.
At that time, what you want is naturally at your fingertips, whether it is reality or the game.
but--
When thinking about what he might get after becoming the strongest player, Peng Qing's heart was extremely calm, and there was hardly any disturbance.
Slaughter so many monks.
His heart gradually became cold.
For many things.
Although still has a certain obsession.
But it is not an easy thing to say to cause mood swings.
Except for some uncontrollable fluctuations when thinking about the task to be completed, there are no more emotional changes.
"Dare to kill my deacon and find death!"
An angry shout came from a distance, and accompanied by a powerful eruption, only a burly monk came from the sky and killed directly towards Peng Qingzhen.
In his sight.
You can see the haggard body on the ground.
Although it has changed a lot.
But it can still be distinguished, that is from his own sect.
For Peng Qing.
He didn't bother to care about the origin of the other party, since he dared to kill the deacon in his sect, there was only a dead end.
Although in the eyes of this monk.
Although Peng Qing's strength is extraordinary, it doesn't make him jealous.
Just then.
Peng Qing raised the sword's hand slightly, and the Weeping Blood Blade had been cut out abruptly.
In the eyes of that monk.
Only a flash of cold light could be seen, and then a terrifying killing broke out, making his mind seem to be frozen in an instant.
It seemed like a moment.
It seems that a long time has passed.
When the monk recovered, he found that he had no way to control his body. The essence and blood of his body seemed to have suffered some traction, constantly pouring out of his throat.
Less than two interest time.
A corpse like a mummy fell to the ground, his eyes glared, and his face still looked suspicious.
It seems that I did not expect it.
How could I die so easily.
"You killed 10,000 True Martial Realm cultivators!"
"You have completed the mission of inheritance!"
The prompt of the system arrived as scheduled.
Peng Qing immediately checked his taskbar, and found that the inheritance task now displayed the completed status.
"The mission has been completed!"
"Get ready to accept the final inheritance!"
The knife slave's voice rose from the ring, and then he said: "The movement of the inheritance is a bit loud. Find a quieter place, otherwise it will be bad if it is interrupted."
"It takes a long time to pass on?"
"The inheritance takes time, but it also takes a certain amount of time. If it is accepted here, once it is interrupted, it will be regarded as a failure of the inheritance."
Hear this sentence.
Peng Qing did not ask too much.
However, he can also foresee that this inheritance is really not easy.
According to the request of the slave slave.
It didn't take long for Peng Qing to find a secluded mountain forest. When Divine Sense swept out, there was nothing around that could threaten his existence.
Soon.
He opened his mouth and said, "What should I do next."
"Sit down cross-legged, ready to accept the inheritance."
"it is good."
Peng Qingyi said that he crossed his knees, while the Blood Weeping Blade was put aside by him.
After sitting down cross-legged.
Peng Qing felt a strange energy enveloping him, and his mind was instantly immersed in it.
From the outside.
A torrent of blood gushed from the ring.
In a flash.
Wrapped Peng Qing and the Weeping Blood Blade, and then turned into a huge blood cocoon, the sky is already faintly buzzing with thunder, it seems that something ominous is happening.
the other side.
With being wrapped in blood cocoons.
Peng Qing found himself entering a world like a sea of ​​blood.
The blood sea surging up below.
Endless souls wailed and screamed in it.
As for the center of the sea of ​​blood, there is a long sword bound by a chain.
Most of the blade was immersed in the sea of ​​blood, only a small part of the blade and the handle were exposed.
But in Peng Qing's view.
This is clearly the enlarged version of the Weeping Blood Blade.
"This is where?"
His body was standing in the void, and Peng Qing's expression was also dignified in doubt.
Standing in the sky above the sea of ​​blood, he could feel an ominous atmosphere all around him.
evil!
Kill!
Even if Peng Qing killed no less than 10,000 people, the killing intent and taste accumulated in his heart was like a little witch in front of the sea of ​​blood, and it was not comparable at all.
at this time.
A voice rang from the blood above the sea.
"This is the inheritance space of the sword master!"
"As long as you hold the hilt in the blood sea, you will get the complete inheritance of the sword master!"
The voice is muted.
It is not clear to distinguish the north, east, and west.
In other words, the sound originated from the space itself.
But when he heard this voice, Peng Qing felt a little relieved. After all, coming to such a strange and strange environment would inevitably make people feel uneasy.
It is the appearance of sound.
Let him understand that this place was inherited after completing the mission.
just--
The words of that voice made Peng Qing feel relieved, and his expression was startled.
Master!
It was the first time he heard of this name.
Speaking of.
For so long since receiving the inheritance mission, Peng Qing didn't know who the inheritance he got came from.
When asking the slave slave.
The other party also avoided talking about this, only telling him that when he went to the end, he would naturally understand the identity of the inheritance master.
Until now.
Peng Qing knows.
His inheritance comes from a strong man named Sword Master.
This sword owner may be his real name, but in his opinion, it should be more of a respectable name, or a title.
Master!
Lord of the Knife!
"What a big tone!" Peng Qing couldn't help but secretly said.
But the louder the opponent's tone.
The more he can understand the power of inheritance.
Think again.
Peng Qing had always thought that the knife slave was called the knife slave only because the other party was a servant.
But now I want to come.
Master!
Knife slave!
The identity of the other party is somewhat clear.
Hold the knife handle.
Can be passed on.
Thinking of that voice, after Peng Qing took a deep breath, Shennian Yukong flew towards the long knife inserted in the blood sea.
Stay close to the long knife.
He really saw how huge this long knife was.
It's like a mountain.
Only the small half of the blade exposed to the sea of ​​blood combined with the hilt is twenty to thirty feet long, and the half of the blade directly submerged in the sea of ​​blood is at least four to fifty feet long.
A long knife of nearly one hundred feet.
Peng Qing was a little hard to imagine.
What kind of power can drive such a weapon?
"Just touch your hand on the handle of the knife!"
At this moment, the voice in the blood sea space came again.
Stroking your hand on the handle of the knife?
Hear the words.
Peng Qing got closer again.
At this moment, the lines carved on the handle of the knife had become extremely clear, and every seemingly ordinary line combined with other lines seemed to come to life in his eyes.
That is the texture of seal carving.
It also seems to be a terrible sword technique.
Except besides.
It was more like flowing blood, as if it could completely swallow people in.
No reason.
A bad premonition suddenly surged in Peng Qing's heart, and even the hand he was about to reach out stopped.
Bad premonition!
Is there a problem with inheritance?
He was a little hesitant in his mind~EbookFREE.me~ but then he thought about it.
This is just a game. Although it can affect reality, it cannot erase the fact that it is just a game. No matter what happens in the game, the player is immortal.
Since it will not die.
Then many worries can be thrown away.
Say it again.
In order to complete this task, for two years, I have been searching for the slaughter of monks intermittently, and spent a lot of effort.
The final purpose is only this moment.
It would be too wasteful to just give up just because of a bad premonition.
Thought of this.
Peng Qing's eyes were fierce, and he pressed his palm suddenly.
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