Global high martial arts: I can copy talent

During the days of Daxia's life, for some reason, he was forgetting everything about reality, and even felt that Daxia was the place he should stay.

"You see, you have no determination to stay."

The old man shook his head, and the black robe on his body fluttered slightly.

He was silent, and he remembered that at the beginning, he just regarded everything here as his own dream.

At some point, he began to be reluctant to part with Daxia. When he learned that he had a child, at that moment he felt that he should stay here for the rest of his life.

But now, all of this has turned into a bubble. If he continues to be nostalgic, how should he face his parents and that underage sister?

"Then...then can you restore Daxia to its original appearance? I don't want her to die..."

After thinking for a long time, Chen Yang smiled wryly.

"They are all projections of history. Death is a relief for them. Are you sure you want to resurrect them and let their souls continue to live in this illusion?"

the old man asked again.

"Then what if I inherit your power?"

Chen Yang thought suddenly.

"If you want to inherit my strength, you must have a heart like a stone. You are the most talented practitioner I have seen in thousands of years. I can choose to forgive your previous affection. But if you continue like this, you will Lost the possibility of getting my inheritance. I give you two choices, either inherit my power, or you will get nothing, and Daxia will recover again, but they will not remember you, they will only wait for the next tester of the inheritance .”

The old man's words froze Chen Yang's brain. There was almost only one choice for him, and that was to accept the power of inheritance.

Chen Yang gritted his teeth, an idea came to his mind.

"Okay, I accept your power!"

Chen Yang nodded vigorously.

"Hehe, this is the inheritor I am optimistic about!"

The old man laughed, as if he was very satisfied with Chen Yang's decision.

"Come with me."

The old man turned around and planned to lead Chen Yang to a place. Just as Chen Yang was preparing for the next move, the sky suddenly lit up. Chen Yang looked up, and the surrounding environment changed at some point.

Chen Yang looked around in surprise. This turned out to be a huge battlefield. There were countless weapon wreckages on the battlefield. From these weapon wreckages, Chen Yang could deduce that the identity of the owner must not be lower than the sixth rank!

"The battlefield of the master realm?!"

Chen Yang's eyes were horrified. He didn't know how big this battlefield was, but he couldn't see the border at a glance.

The entire battlefield is full of such weapon wreckage. If the owners of these weapons are all dead, at least tens of thousands of sixth-level powerhouses will fall in this area!
"Where is this, what happened to make so many practitioners die here?"

Chen Yang opened his mouth slightly and asked.

"This is an ancient battlefield, and you will naturally know about these things after you reach the ninth level of strength."

said the old man.

"Ninth level..."

"Then what is the state in front of you, senior?"

Chen Yang asked curiously.

"Me... I should be on the eleventh level."

the old man recalled.

"The eleventh step!"

Chen Yang was horrified. The strength of the demon king of the demon star was only tenth rank. Above the demon king was the demon god. There was only one demon god in the entire demon star. Just this one demon god ruled countless planets, and the one in front of him The skeleton old man is actually at the eleventh level, isn't that the existence of the same realm as the demon god?

"Senior, don't you?"

"Well, not only me, but also many great emperors have fallen on this battlefield."

Although Chen Yang didn't ask, the old man guessed what was going on in Chen Yang's mind.

Chen Yang's world view was overturned by the old man's words. Even the eleventh-level god-like existence would die on the battlefield. What is this so-called black field battlefield? Even sixth-level practitioners can only be used as cannon fodder?

"Don't think so much now, there are many things that are beyond your reach. When your strength reaches this level, you will know some things naturally."

The old man's words sounded again.

"But I have a doubt in my heart. Senior, you are majoring in souls. Seeing that you want to leave this battlefield like this, it shouldn't be a problem. Why do you stay here?"

Chen Yang was puzzled.

"Because we were defeated, everyone has been cursed. They will live forever and cannot leave here. In order not to interrupt our inheritance, we can only keep looking for inheritors. I hope that one day a certain inheritor can break this curse."

replied the old man.

"What realm does it take to break the curse?"

"At least the eleventh step."

the old man said.

"The eleventh step..."

Chen Yang muttered to himself, according to what the old man meant, the guy who planted the curse on them must be a twelfth-level existence.

The twelfth level... He can't even imagine how powerful the eleventh level is. If there is such a thing as the twelfth level, wouldn't it be easy to pick up the stars and moons?

"The front is the place of inheritance, and there are many old guys like me inside. If I let them know that I have found an inheritor like you, they will probably die laughing."

The old man seemed to be in a good mood, and Chen Yang followed behind in silence. When he got the old man's power, the first thing he would do was to resurrect Princess Yao, at least to keep her soul.

"Necromancer, have you finally found the inheritor?"

A vicissitudes of life sounded, and a white-haired old man appeared in front of the Necromancer. Chen Yang looked over curiously. This old man should be the master of other inheritances.

"Yeah, after waiting for so many years, I finally found a satisfactory apprentice. Don't be envious."

The Necromancer laughed loudly.

Seeing that the Necromancer is so happy, the white-haired old man was a little surprised. You must know that the Necromancer has extremely high requirements, and the cultivation talent of the successor who can meet his requirements and make him so satisfied must be amazing.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man set his eyes on Chen Yang, and Chen Yang felt that his body was completely seen by the other party as if it were transparent.

"what?"

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Yang with a hint of astonishment in his eyes. As an existence of the eleventh level, his strength was already so strong that ordinary people could hardly imagine. Can't see through a child, can you?

The eyes of the white-haired old man kept scanning Chen Yang. He was surprised to find that Chen Yang's body was in chaos.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you have picked up a treasure. Even I can't see through him. If I get your power, it will be great in the future."

The white-haired old man praised.

Hearing the old man's praise, several figures gathered around him, Chen Yang counted them, and there were as many as seven.

"Who can't even see through you, let me try!"

An old man in a blue robe was attracted by the white-haired old man's words, and his mental power soon fell on Chen Yang. Soon he also made a surprised sound, and looked at Chen Yang full of doubts.

"Necromancer, the inheritor you found is a bit difficult. Could it be that the power of the curse is too strong, and you can't even do such a simple thing?"

The blue-robed old man said in surprise when he saw that his own spiritual power could not see through Chen Yang.

"I don't believe it. We can see through the previous ones. How come this guy can't do it? It must be that you two are too weak."

Seeing that neither the white-haired old man nor the blue-robed old man could see through Chen Yang's power, the other old man also cast a curious look.

After a while, the other old people shook their heads one after another, but unexpectedly, all of them could only see a piece of chaos, unable to distinguish Chen Yang's strength.