Luo Yi's expression became extremely complicated.
"It turns out it was him..."
Luo Yi's face showed a bit of bitterness and self-deprecation.
He inserted the demon sword into the ground, sat on the ground, leaned on the slender blade behind his back, and scanned the crowd.
Obviously, the inheritance should have already begun.
There should be a ray of spiritual thought from the ancestors of the Spirit Race left in these statues.
It seems that after these juniors come here, as long as they can awaken that ray of spiritual thought, they can meet their ancestors in the dark and obtain the inheritance.
However, it stands to reason that when the ancestors of the Spiritual Tribe left behind their own idols and left their divine thoughts to reside in them, it should not be just a one-time deal.
The ancestors of the Ling clan naturally wanted to bless future generations for thousands of years, but a disaster in Lingzhou broke all the established rules.
The ancestral land of Lingzhou can still retain the unpolluted aura of heaven and earth, presumably thanks to these ancestral statues.
Otherwise, this ancestral land would probably be reduced to ruins.
It's just that everything has its pros and cons. As a result, the spiritual thoughts in this statue will be greatly consumed, and I'm afraid it will never be able to benefit future generations.
It can be said that this time will be the last inheritance handed down by the ancestors of the Spiritual Race.
From now on, there will no longer be any inheritance in this ancestral land.
The divine thoughts in these statues no longer have aura after this inheritance.
They are really just clay statues.
In front of Honglian was a fairy statue.
The clothes are swaying, and the grace is absolutely gorgeous.
The futon under her seat has now turned into a green and white feather coat, gently draped around her body.
The statue where the Fengzhao is located has its back facing the altar, making a gesture of pinching.
The futon under his seat turned into an ink-colored talisman, and finally got into Fengzhao's eyebrows.
The method practiced by Fengzhao is the secret technique of Fengzhou lineage, and it is also a forbidden technique.
For thousands of years, only Demon Ancestor Fengzhou was able to comprehend it.
Fengzhao is the second person after Demon Ancestor.
To practice this technique to the extreme, you have to give up your physical body and show your soul to others.
This talisman must be a talisman that stabilizes the soul, which will make Fengzhao go smoothly on the road of cultivation.
There are several other statues of gods, equally strange and extraordinary.
Someone has obtained a pair of mighty armor, which covers the whole body and is indestructible.
There are also people who sit on a futon that turns into a Taoist book. Each page of the Taoist book increases its lifespan by a thousand years. Although there is no means of attack, in a certain sense, it has the same lifespan as heaven and earth.
All kinds of wonderful changes overwhelmed Luo Yi.
Just when Luo Yi was sighing alone, a voice seemed to come from the void, the sound gathered into a line, and passed into Luo Yi's ears.
"Split the idol."
These four words shocked Luo Yi.
"who?!"
Luo Yi suddenly stood up and immediately grasped the handle of the demon knife with his right hand.
This voice came out of nowhere, without any source or breath.
But it really reached Luo Yi's ears.
Luo Yi's face suddenly darkened.
On his forehead, the Bai Chen Demonic Eye slowly appeared, but after looking around, Luo Yi's heart couldn't help but sink.
"How can it be……"
There was still no movement around, and there was no clue at all.
"Is it an illusion?" Luo Yi frowned.
Just when Luo Yi was hesitant, the voice came out again.
"Split the idol..."
This time, the voice was clearer, as if someone was standing next to Luo Yi's ear, turning his head and whispering to him.
Luo Yi felt horrified, "Who are you?!"
Black flames suddenly ignited on the demon sword blade.
But unfortunately, there is still no one around.
Not only was there no one, there wasn't even a trace of breath left, except for the various radiances emanating from those statues of gods...
Luo Yi's brows gradually wrinkled into the character "Sichuan".
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
But this change did not come from the idol!
But from those who accept the inheritance!
The wild cultivator named Yun Jun suddenly began to tremble, and his hair began to turn gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The nails grew several inches in an instant!
The aura on Jun Yun's body suddenly became manic. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were actually stained with a dark color!
Luo Yi's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Demon?!"
"Impossible...This is absolutely impossible..."
The scene before him was not unfamiliar to Luo Yi.
Because just before, on the mural seen on the Shinto, such a scene was depicted.
And in this scene, it is the people of the Spirit Clan who are infected by the power of the netherworld and begin to gradually become demons...
"Not good! There's something wrong with the inheritance!"
Luo Yi was shocked. Without hesitation, he moved his right hand to try to cut off the threads that penetrated Yun Jun's body.
These threads, originally pure and indifferent, seemed to be condensed from the brilliance of the gods. They were as warm as the spring breeze and contained the great truth and inheritance.
But in the blink of an eye, these ethereal and uncertain threads turned into ink color.
The light that once filled the sky turned into dark clouds that covered the city at this moment.
Everyone started wailing at this moment.
Even the old ones are no exception!
What shocked Luo Yi even more was that the expressions on the faces of those statues that originally had solemn faces had actually changed!
Immediately afterwards, the earth shook and the altar collapsed.
The nine statues of gods that originally stood around the altar all turned around and looked at Luo Yi at the same time!
Even the remaining three statues with their backs to the altar turned around!
The twelve statues of gods all looked at Luo Yi!
These statues all have ferocious faces and strange expressions.
Luo Yi subconsciously took half a step back. The previous knife seemed to have been cut into the void, and now it had disappeared without a trace.
"broken……"
"I'm afraid there is that kind of dark power hidden in these statues!"
On the chests of the twelve statues, twelve members of the Spiritual Tribe, each with a painful look on their face, kept wailing.
Their bodies are becoming demonized!
"Damn it!"
Luo Yi instantly summoned the Devouring Dharma. At the same time, the immortal power filled his body to resist the dark power.
Luo Yi stepped hard, and his whole body rushed towards the twelve statues like a cannonball!
After all the hard work to get here, we must not let these dark forces succeed!
Unexpectedly, just when Luo Yi rushed towards the twelve statues, a black shadow whose face could not be seen gathered together on top of the twelve statues!
The black shadow was like a soul, erratic, and even its face could not be seen clearly.
Luo Yi looked stern, as expected!
The aura fluctuations coming from these twelve black shadows are almost exactly the same as the Duan Wuxiang Luo Yi saw in the transcendent world!
That power, which is purer and colder than the power of the netherworld, is absolutely unmistakable!
Luo Yi held the demon sword in front of him and slashed across it.
The sword moved forward and slashed at the twelve black shadows.
At the same time, Luo Yi's feet swayed, and more than ten Luo Yi appeared beside him at the same time!
The art of illusory body in the red ghost's drag gun!
Including Luo Yi's body, there were a total of twelve Luo Yi. They were so fast that they rushed in front of the twelve black shadows in the blink of an eye!
But no one seems to have noticed that there is a broken thirteenth statue under the shattered altar...
