Chapter 371 Chu Yang, Inheritance?

The old Taoist and Li Jiuqing looked at each other, and they both saw disdain and contempt in each other's eyes.

They don't need this low-level inheritance at all, let alone waste their time here.

So the pair jumped into action.

As the words fell, the old Taoist and Li Jiuqing took action at the same time.

"True martial sword!"

"go!"

Two spells fell.

The terrifying power surged like a torrent of river water, rushing toward the martial arts arena with endless power.

In the blink of an eye, the monks in the martial arts arena were overwhelmed by the spells of the old Taoist and Li Jiuqing before they had time to react.

The entire martial arts arena instantly became chaotic.

Some monks were still greedy for the inheritance on the martial arts field, and finally fled under the spells of the two men, panicking to avoid the impact of the powerful spells.

"Peng!!"

After several waves of power, the old Taoist obviously held back and did not harm the lives of those people.

But Li Jiuqing didn't care about this. He raised his hand and fell with the Hellfire Palm, shattering three stone pillars. The fire spread and some people didn't have time to leave, and were eventually swallowed up by the fire.

"Boom!!!"

With an earth-shaking loud noise, nine huge stone pillars collapsed, as if the end of the world was coming.

At this moment, the entire Prince Zun's palace was shrouded in strong vibrations. The ground shook, the houses shook, the walls cracked, and the tiles fell one after another.

Finally, under a burst of dazzling light, a portal appeared. After seeing this, everyone had no choice but to fly away from the Prince's Mansion.

Li Jiuqing also noticed it before leaving.

The Nascent Soul monk who first entered with them had red eyes and was completely confused. He was still entangled with the monsters, causing them unspeakable suffering.

He didn't even enter the interior of Prince Zun's palace before leaving again.

...

outside world.

When Li Jiuqing and others came out, they were not the only ones standing in the void with gloomy faces.

Apparently some of the people who entered quickly discovered the clues and left.

As for why he was in such a hurry to leave, it was nothing more than one point.

If what they enter is fake, then there must be some people who enter if it is real. Those who are lucky and capable will live in it. These people almost all have the same idea.

Block the door!

It doesn't take a while.

More and more people came out of the Prince Zun's Mansion.

There are currently over ten Nascent Soul cultivators here alone.

The situation on the side of the demon clan is also not good. After entering the royal palace, a large number of demon clan went berserk due to their blood energy. They could not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. When they came out, the number of demon clan was directly cut in half.

But the Jackdaw Demon King and the Mud Dragon Demon King who took the lead were safe and sound.

"Boom boom boom~"

at last.

Under a bright stream of light.

A low growl followed.

"Feng Ling Sect, listen to the order and capture this person!!"

"Everyone in Tianzi Pavilion, hurry up!"

"Boom boom boom~"

As these voices spread, everyone's eyes fell on the purple-haired boy.

The young man is only in the late stage of foundation building.

But after appearing, he was directly targeted by those golden elixirs and Nascent Soul monks.

"Boy, hand over the inheritance of the King!!"

The moment a Golden Core cultivator spoke, the eyes of the other Nascent Soul cultivators also fell on the young man.

This young man is no one else.

It was that descendant of the Chu family, Chu Yang!

“Swish swish swish~~”

In an instant.

The monks all over the sky immediately surrounded the young man.

Even though the demon clan was also casting their gaze over, they did not act rashly. Instead, they led people to retreat and wait to see what would happen.

After all, there are currently more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators on the human race side, and only two of their demon kings are present.

in the sky.

Li Jiuqing's thoughts were flowing, and then he quickly sent a message to the crane-headed man below.

‘There may be a big war in a moment. Look for an opportunity to quickly collect the corpses of the fallen monks and the storage rings, and pay attention to the people who are secretly retreating from now on! ’

After hearing Li Jiuqing's message, the crane-headed man immediately responded and took action below Jiayuan City even though he didn't know what Li Jiuqing meant.

Li Jiuqing didn't expect this situation at the beginning, otherwise he would have brought more people over.

in the sky.

Chu Yang glanced around, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"The inheritance of the respected king is left by my ancestors of the Chu family, what does it have to do with you?"

Chu Yang said in a deep voice, with a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness in his voice.

"Hmph, ignorant young man, this king's inheritance is an ancient relic. How can you, a small foundation-building monk, monopolize it? If you hand it over, you may be able to spare your life."

A Nascent Soul cultivator sneered, his tone full of threats and greed.

Chu Yang thought to himself, he also knew that these monks would not let him go easily if he handed him over, but at the same time he also understood that once he handed over the inheritance of the King, he would lose his last support.

He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

Hearing Chu Yang's threat, the other monks were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. The laughter spread like gusts of wind.

"You are talking arrogantly! You are a little foundation-building monk, how can you stand up to me!"

Chu Yang snorted coldly when he heard this and stopped talking nonsense. Suddenly, a long sword shining with purple light appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed towards the sky, and a powerful aura burst out from him.

This momentum is like a huge mountain, suppressing the entire space, making people breathless.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and the people around quickly retreated.

"How could this little foundation-building cultivator have such a powerful momentum?" A Jindan cultivator exclaimed, not believing his eyes.

"There is something wrong with that sword. It does not need spiritual energy to activate it. It should be a treasure inside the Zunwang Mansion."

"Well, yes, its nature is very similar to the protective magic pendant given by the elders of the sect."

Generally, high-level cultivators are willing to condense their full-strength attack into the jade card to protect the younger generation, and the long sword in Chu Yang's hand is the same.

"What an enviable opportunity, but it's a pity that we don't have it."

With the Nascent Soul cultivator in front, these Jindan cultivators may not even be able to drink soup.

"Humph, you dare to show off your tricks."

The Nascent Soul cultivator said disdainfully, and he condensed a powerful spiritual power in his hand. After dispelling his own pressure, he was ready to suppress Chu Yang directly.

As he moved, the air around him seemed to be torn apart, and visible air currents spread rapidly in all directions.

Then, the Nascent Soul cultivator no longer hesitated, and his figure flashed, rushing towards Chu Yang like a ghost.

The spiritual power in his hand became more and more powerful, as if he could easily destroy all obstacles in front of him. A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to suppress Chu Yang completely.

"Coveting the relics of our ancestors, die!!"

Chu Yang shouted angrily, and his voice resounded throughout the space like thunder.

As the voice fell, Chu Yang raised the long sword in his hand without hesitation.