Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 204 Inheritance of Will
Surrounding the boulder is a layer of faint light, which is made up of a mixture of purple and gold, just like the ruthless golden and purple vitality of the moon.

Could this be a place to hide the legacy?
The connection that led him here was cut off. Looking at the boulder in front of him, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to touch the natural barrier formed by the condensed purple and gold vitality. He thought he would encounter resistance, but he didn't expect to be able to pass through it easily.

He approached, passed through the purple-gold barrier, and came to the boulder.

The boulder is not as special as it has been seen before, standing in front of it, it is just like an ordinary stone.

He stretched out his right hand, stroked the rough texture of the boulder, and sighed, "Holy Ancestor, what should I do to get the will?"

As soon as the words fell, a ray of colored light flashed out from between the seemingly ordinary boulders. The colored light flew across the air, circled around the boulder several times, and then turned into a middle-aged man, standing on top of the world stone.

The man has a goat's mustache, delicate features, and a long and elegant figure, which is quite fairy-like.

"After waiting for 8000 years, it's finally here." The man smiled, very kindly, and the ruthless eyes looking at Yue were also unusually bright.

Yue Wuqing raised her head and looked at the man, with an uncontrollable shock on her face: "Sheng Qu, you must be the Saint Qu Huangao of our Tianhuang Clan. They said that you went to the fairy world, so you have been here all this time."

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "My body has indeed gone to the fairyland, and what stays here is just a ray of soul thought that has not completed the task. I have been waiting for 8000 years of cultivation, and I have been waiting for someone who has the same blood as me. The members of the Tianhuang clan come here, accept my inheritance, and continue to lead the Tianhuang clan to a new glory.

A ray of soul thought has been waiting here persistently for 8000 years, which shows how heaven-defying the methods of the holy ancestor were.

The man smiled slightly, "You don't have to be envious. In the future, you will become the same person as me, and even improve to a higher level." The man nodded, looking at Yue Wuqing with a very satisfied smile on his face. The man in front of him, but He was in his early twenties, but he was able to find this place, which shows that his methods are not ordinary. His legacy will surely open a new chapter for the Tianhuang Clan.

"Are you ready?" Huang Ao looked at Yue Wuqing, at such an age, the future must be very exciting.

Yue Wuqing nodded solemnly: "The family and grandchildren are ready, please give me the will."

The man stopped talking, raised his hands high, and a scroll appeared in his hand. The scroll turned into a white light, flew towards Yueruiqing, and quickly disappeared between Yueruiqing's eyebrows.

Yue Wuqing sat down cross-legged, heavy information impacted his brain nerves, one after another secret method, a series of spells suddenly appeared in his mind, he tried his best to stabilize his mind, and now his chaotic mind regained clarity bit by bit .

"My child, my mission is completed, and I should return to my body. Take care, the future of the Tianhuang Clan will be entrusted to you." Huang Ao's body was gradually engulfed by the strong light. Under the strong light, he had just recovered. With a trace of will, Yue Wuqing couldn't open her eyes at all.

When the glare gradually disappeared, Yue Wuqing's eyes could finally see normally. He realized that he was sitting cross-legged in the small room of the Holy House, and the mysterious space before had disappeared.

There was a scream outside the house, it was the voice of the butterfly.

He hurriedly got up, rushed out of the small room, and rushed out of the house at the fastest speed.

The white clothes were soaked in blood, Jun's face was full of unwillingness and anger, Yue Wuqing, who was transformed into a butterfly, had all his limbs broken, and blood flowed all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)