I'm really decent

He will be able to get a complete inheritance.

By then.

Strength is bound to 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 will naturally come at your fingertips, whether it is reality or a game.

but--

When thinking about what he might get after becoming the strongest player, Peng Qing's heart was extremely calm, and there were hardly any disturbances.

Kill so many monks.

His heart also gradually became cold.

For many things.

Although still has a certain obsession.

But it is not an easy task to cause mood swings.

Right now, except for the thought that the task is about to be completed, there will be some uncontrollable fluctuations in my heart, and there are no more emotional changes.

"Dare to kill my sect's deacon, court death!"

A shout of anger came from a distance, accompanied by a powerful burst of power, only to see a burly monk coming from the sky, and directly killed Peng Qingzhen.

In his line of sight.

You can see the emaciated body on the ground.

Although it has changed a lot.

But he could still tell that it was someone from his own sect.

For Peng Qing.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the other party's background, since he dared to kill the deacon in his sect, there was only one way to die.

Although in the eyes of this monk.

Although Peng Qing's strength is extraordinary, it is not enough to make him afraid.

It was at this time.

Peng Qing slightly lifted his sword-holding hand, and the blood-weeping blade had already been cut out brazenly.

In the eyes of that monk.

All he could see was a flash of cold light, followed by a shocking killing eruption, which made his mind seem to be frozen for an instant.

It seemed like a moment.

It seems like a long time has passed.

When the cultivator came back to his senses, he found that he had no way to control his body, and the essence and blood in his body seemed to be pulled by something, and kept gushing out from his throat.

Less than two breaths of time.

A mummy-like corpse fell to the ground, its eyes glaring, and there was still a puzzled look on its face.

It doesn't seem to think so.

How could I die so easily.

"You killed [-] true martial arts monks!"

"You have completed the mission of inheritance!"

The system prompt arrived as scheduled.

Peng Qing immediately checked his task bar, and found that the inheritance task now showed a completed status.

"The mission has been completed!"

"Get ready to accept the final inheritance!"

The voice of the sword slave rose from the ring, and then said: "The movement of the inheritance is a bit loud, find a quiet place, or it will be bad to be interrupted."

"Inheritance takes a long time?"

"Inheritance takes a short time, but it also takes a certain amount of time. If you accept it here, once it is interrupted, it will be regarded as a failure of the inheritance."

Hear this.

Peng Qing didn't ask any more questions.

However, he could also sense that the inheritance this time was really not easy.

According to the request of the knife slave.

It didn't take too long for Peng Qing to find a secluded mountain forest. When his spiritual thoughts swept out, there was nothing around that could threaten his existence.

Immediately.

He said, "What to do next."

"Sit down cross-legged, ready to accept the inheritance."

"it is good."

Peng Qing crossed his legs according to his words, but he put the Blade of Weeping Blood aside.

After sitting cross-legged.

Peng Qing felt a strange energy wrapping his whole body, and his mind was immersed in it instantly.

Look from the outside.

A monstrous blood gushed out from the ring.

In an instant.

It wrapped Peng Qing and the Blade of Weeping Blood, and then it turned into a huge blood cocoon. There was already a faint thunder buzzing in the sky, which seemed to show that something ominous was happening.

the other side.

Along with being wrapped in a blood cocoon.

Peng Qing found himself in a world like a sea of ​​blood.

A sea of ​​blood rose up below.

Endless innocent souls howled and screamed in it.

As for the center of the sea of ​​blood, there is a long knife bound by chains.

Most of the blade was submerged in the sea of ​​blood, only a small half of the blade and handle were exposed.

But in Peng Qing's view.

This is clearly an enlarged version of the Weeping Blood Blade.

"This is where?"

The body stood in emptiness, Peng Qing's face was puzzled, but also dignified.

Standing above the sea of ​​blood, he could feel an ominous aura around him.

evil!

Kill!

Even if Peng Qing could kill no less than ten thousand people, the murderous intent and bloody taste accumulated in his heart, in front of the sea of ​​blood in front of him, was like a small witch seeing a big witch, and there was no comparison at all.

at this time.

A voice resounded from above the sea of ​​blood.

"This is the inheritance space of the sword master!"

"As long as you hold the handle of the knife in the sea of ​​blood, you will get the complete inheritance of the knife owner!"

The sound is faint.

Can't tell the difference between east and west.

In other words, the sound comes from the space itself.

But when he heard this voice, Peng Qing felt slightly relieved, after all, coming to such a strange and strange environment would inevitably make people feel uneasy.

Instead, the sound appeared.

Let him understand that this is indeed the place where he will get the inheritance after completing the task.

only--

The words of that voice made Peng Qing feel relieved, but at the same time his face was startled.

Sword master!

It was the first time he had heard the name.

speak up.

After getting the inheritance task for so long, Peng Qing didn't know which strong man the inheritance he got came from.

When asking the knife slave.

The other party also avoided talking about it, and only told him to go to the end, and he would naturally understand the identity of the inheritance master.

until now.

Peng Qing knew it.

His inheritance comes from a strong man named Daozhu.

This knife owner may be his real name, but in his opinion, it should be more of an honorific name, or a title.

Sword master!

Lord of the sword!

"What a big tone!" Peng Qing couldn't help but whispered in his heart.

But the other party's tone became louder.

The more he can understand the power of inheritance.

Think again.

Previously, Peng Qing always thought that the sword slave was called a sword slave just because the other party was a servant.

But think about it now.

Sword master!

Sword slave!

The identity of the other party is somewhat clear.

Hold the handle.

will be inherited.

Thinking of the words of that voice, after Peng Qing took a deep breath, Shennian Yukong flew towards the long knife inserted in the middle of the sea of ​​blood.

Wait until you are close to the long knife.

He was the one who really saw how huge this long knife was.

Just like mountains.

Just the small half of the blade exposing the blood sea combined with the hilt is twenty or thirty feet long, and the large half of the blade that is directly submerged in the blood sea is at least four or fifty feet long.

Nearly a hundred feet long knife.

Peng Qing was a little hard to imagine.

What kind of strong man is able to drive such a weapon.

"Just put your hand on the handle of the knife!"

At this time, the voice in the blood sea space came again.