“Wonderful, so wonderful!”
Gingerbread took out another photo-taking bead and continued taking pictures.
The memory was full.
Fenjue stood behind her, silently watching her struggle.
"Fellow Daoist Xie, are you also here for the Ghost Millet's legacy?" Qu Miaozhu held her whip to her chest.
He blocked Xie Yingnan's powerful attack.
"It seems you know quite a lot." Xie Yingnan raised his eyebrows and scrutinized the woman in front of him.
"She's a beauty, but unfortunately, her arrogance is repulsive."
That’s all.
Xie Yingnan attacked without hesitation.
Qu Miaozhu gritted her teeth and continued to fight.
Gingerbread saw that the two were evenly matched, each more skilled than the other.
She started to have a headache.
Inheritance is not about seizing the Shocking Wave Sword.
It's not about rushing in, grabbing it, and running away.
On the way here, Fenjue had told her about it.
Inheritance is the process of a powerful being who can ascend quickly, infusing their life's learning into their soul consciousness. The entire process of receiving the inheritance is equivalent to learning from this powerful being and achieving all their accomplishments.
It will take at least several dozen days to digest.
In other words, either kill these two people or find a way to get them out of the hall.
These two are currently fighting like dogs.
Sooner or later, one side will emerge victorious.
Even if there's only one left, they're not easy to deal with.
Burning seemed to know what Gingerbread was thinking.
He gazed wearily ahead and said casually, "It's not that simple. Xie Yingnan will lose."
“The peacock’s cultivation level is definitely not just at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm,” Gingerbread replied.
“The person in Qu Miaozhu’s sea of consciousness will come out.” Fen Jue raised his chin, gesturing for her to take another look at the main hall.
really.
Qu Miaozhu was defeated by Xie Yingnan once again.
Her eyes were filled with resentment.
"I thought that with the guidance of my ancestor, I should be at least second among the younger generation in the cultivation world, if not first."
"I never expected the Sword Sect to be so full of talented people. Even the third disciple of Immortal Jade Peak is hiding his cultivation level."
"If that's the case," Qu Miaozhu's eyes slowly narrowed, veins bulging on her delicate face, "then there's only—"
"We beg the Ancestor for help in this battle!"
She slowly raised both hands, her palms burning with blue spiritual flames.
In an instant!
A streak of dark light flew out from between Qu Miaozhu's eyebrows.
Light and shadow fall to the ground.
He became an old man.
The old man wore a scholar's hat and robe, looking every bit the frail scholar.
He should have been gentle and refined.
But the madness and hatred in his eyes made him look extremely terrifying.
"Ancestor Tianming," Fen Jue said casually.
Gingerbread asked, "Huh? What's his relationship with the master of the secret realm, Ancestor Tianjue?"
The two people's titles differed by only one character.
“He’s Guishuzi’s older brother.” Fen Jue lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes casting a silhouette.
It was as if I was caught up in some memories.
Gingerbread did not dare to disturb me.
After all, it's normal for people who are over a thousand years old to have poor memory.
If Fen Jue knew what she was thinking, he'd probably laugh in exasperation.
Outside the Ice Palace, a fierce snowstorm raged.
A great battle is about to break out inside the Ice Palace.
Xie Yingnan's nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "This is the person in your sea of consciousness?"
Qu Miaozhu's face turned deathly pale. She leaned against the icicle and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
Upon hearing this...
She looked up and glanced at Xie Yingnan.
"With the ancestor's help, your life is over."
"Tsk—"
Xie Yingnan's expression gradually became serious.
He rotated his wrist, switching his grip on the sword to his other hand, his gray pupils filled with a resolute determination that he would rather die than flee from the battlefield.
Ancestor Tianming chuckled contemptuously, raised his arm, and a wolf-hair brush appeared in his palm.
"Is the calligraphy brush his destined magical weapon?"
Gingerbread asked in surprise.
Fen Jue gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Before cultivating the Dao, Tian Ming was a scholar in the mortal world."
No wonder.
It turns out that he entered the Dao through the pen.
The next moment.
The most exciting fight took place inside the hall.
Xie Yingnan moved like lightning, leaping into the air and sweeping his leg to thrust his sword at the Heavenly Ancestor.
The black light shone brightly from the wolf-hair brush in the hands of the Heavenly Ancestor.
He not only easily blocked the sword.
With his right hand in a palm strike, he launched a counterattack against Xie Yingnan.
Xie Yingnan used his spiritual power to dodge to the side, but unexpectedly, the Heavenly Ancestor swung his pen at Xie Yingnan's neck.
Gingerbread clenched his fists nervously.
Fen Jue: "Don't worry, it's not certain who will win or lose when your third senior brother uses demonic cultivation techniques. Even if he doesn't reveal his demonic cultivation identity now, he will lose but he won't die."
Hearing Fenjue say that.
Gingerbread quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The battle inside the hall became even more intense.
Tianming Ancestor never expected Xie Yingnan to be so difficult to deal with.
If he hadn't fallen into poverty and lost his physical body, he wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to fight a mere Golden Core cultivator.
As a last resort.
They had no choice but to resort to their ultimate move.
He formed a hand seal, and several afterimages flashed between his brows.
The black afterimages all attacked Xie Yingnan.
Xie Yingnan felt excruciating pain in his soul within his sea of consciousness.
Gingerbread panicked and wanted to rush in to save the person.
Fen Jue pulled her back, "He's fine. His soul was attacked, and he was only temporarily unconscious."
She stopped walking when she heard this.
Xie Yingnan closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Ancestor Tianming retrieved the wolf-hair brush.
They walked into the Ice Palace.
In the spacious hall, two ice coffins were placed side by side in the very center.
Qu Miaozhu followed behind, looking exhausted.
Tianming walked to an ice coffin, trembling as he reached out and opened it, crying out in a sorrowful voice, "Ayu, why won't he let you go even in death?"
Gingerbread said in surprise, "I didn't expect that this Heavenly Ancestor was such a devoted lover."
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