"This is the ancestral land of the Spiritual Clan."
A voice suddenly resounded in this dark space.
Luo Yi was suddenly startled, "Who?!"
In the distance, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
The dancing flames illuminated the thin man, making his pale face become slightly rosy.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled and joked: "You are still the first spirit to enter this place..."
Before he finished speaking, the man was suddenly startled.
Immediately, a flash of shock and confusion flashed in his eyes.
"You...are not an Eldar?"
Luo Yi was also a little embarrassed.
"Junior... is indeed not from the Spiritual Clan."
The thin man with a delicate face suddenly frowned.
"strangeness……"
Luo Yi turned around and looked around again, also a little confused: "Senior, you said this is the ancestral land of the Spiritual Tribe, what about outside?"
The thin man glanced at Luo Yi with a complicated look, "The outside you are pointing to should be the statues and altars."
Luo Yi nodded, "I watched them accept the inheritance with my own eyes, but..."
"But that inheritance has turned into a reminder of death, right?"
Luo Yi was stunned, "Senior, do you know everything?"
The thin man laughed at himself: "If I hadn't brought these true inheritances under the altar, I'm afraid the incense of my spiritual clan would have been cut off long ago."
"Real inheritance?" Luo Yi looked a little surprised. Could it be that these inheritances outside are all fake?
The man nodded and said: "Actually, part of the real inheritance exists in those futons, and the other part exists in the statues. But you have also seen those statues, so I transferred the inheritance that existed in the statues back then. , quietly moved here."
Luo Yi suddenly realized that this was the case.
However, Luo Yi still had doubts in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Senior, may I ask...which one among those statues?"
The reason for asking this question is because Luo Yi has never seen a statue belonging to the person in front of him.
Not only that, even in the murals on both sides of the Shinto, there was no portrait of the man in front of him.
Is this person really an ancestor of the Spiritual Clan?
At this point, Luo Yi couldn't help but think more about it.
The thin man smiled faintly. Of course he knew what Luo Yi was thinking.
"Although you are not from the Spiritual Clan, you seem to know a lot about the Spiritual Clan, and I also saw your battle up there."
"I didn't expect that your current state would be so strong. If I read it correctly, do you have eleven laws?"
"Moreover, you seem to have mastered the power of immortality. Have you ever walked the path of transcendence?"
These few words of the man immediately set off a thousand waves in Luo Yi's heart.
This person actually saw through him at a glance? !
The man smiled and said, "I didn't mean to pry, but you are here, and even if I don't want to look, I can't."
"Besides, I reminded you before and told you to split those statues, but you didn't seem to listen to me."
Luo Yi was startled, his eyes full of shock.
"That voice...is you?!"
The man smiled bitterly, "I suffer from the fact that I have no body and cannot leave here. And as long as I leave here, these inheritances will no longer be protected and will disappear in an instant."
"So I could only remind you with words before, but I didn't expect that things would come to this point after all."
Luo Yi also fell silent. So that's it. If that's the case, then everything makes sense.
"Senior, the current situation is very dangerous. Do you have any way to break it?"
"Yes, there is, but..."
"But what?"
"Perhaps, I want to borrow this immortal body of yours."
Above the altar.
Chen Chen tried his best to control his consciousness and prevent himself from falling into the devil again.
It is worth mentioning that when this dark power invades the body, it will not turn everyone into ghosts like the power of the netherworld.
This power will turn everyone into another kind of terrifying existence.
After all, this dark power is much thicker and pure.
By then, Chen Chen and others may even lose their self-awareness, and most likely they will become a machine that only knows how to kill.
The consciousness of other people has begun to gradually fade away.
The only things that can endure at the moment are Fengzhao Honglian and obsolescence.
Fengzhao and Honglian were almost unable to hold on.
The energy in his body is no match for that dark power.
Soon, Fengzhao and Honglian also lost consciousness one after another.
At the moment, all that is left is the old, still struggling to hold on.
His lips had turned black, but he still held the sword tightly.
He desperately circulated the energy in his body, and wisps of sword intent permeated his ancient body.
These sword intentions can slightly suppress the dark power in the body, but at this moment, it is obviously a drop in the bucket.
A cold light flashed in the indifferent eyes of the demon.
It stepped in front of the old one and lifted it up with one hand.
"Resisting stubbornly."
The demon's hoarse voice sounded in the old ears.
Old lips trembled, he took a sip of blood, spit it on the demon's face, and then started laughing wildly.
Chen Yao cursed intermittently: "Go to... your... mother..."
The demon's expression was still indifferent, but there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, he just pinched the hand on Chen's neck and began to exert force slowly.
The old man's face suddenly turned red, but even so, the old man still did not let go of his sword.
As a pure swordsman, the sword in his hand is not only the avenue, but also his wealth and life.
Even if he dies, he will not let go of his sword.
The demon couldn't help but frown. He stretched out his hand to hold the sword, trying to snatch the sword from his old hand.
But what he didn't expect was that Chen Chen's strength came from nowhere, and his hands were like eagle claws, holding the sword tightly.
"court death."
The demon's hand was even more powerful, almost breaking the old neck.
His old face was as red as blood, and his eyes were covered with fine bloodshot eyes.
But at this moment, Chen Chen made an action that even the demon had never thought of.
Old, actually preparing to draw his sword!
At this time, Chen Chen didn't ask for mercy, and he didn't have the slightest fear of death.
Instead, I want to hand out the last sword in this life!
The demon was furious for no reason, and he tried hard with his hands to break the old neck.
But the old sword has been handed out.
It's just that Chen Chen has long been unable to mobilize the energy in his body, so this sword looks extremely soft and has no strength at all.
This sword struck the demon's arm.
But when Chen was shocked, a scene happened.
The moment the sword blade came into contact with the arm, the demon's arm was cut off directly by him...
A strong look of fear suddenly flashed in the eyes of the demon. He backed away crazily, staring behind Chen Chen.
It turned out that at some point, Luo Yi had walked out of the ruins of the altar.
At this moment, Luo Yi stood behind Chen Chen, holding an empty hand in his hand, as if he was holding a sword of nothingness.
Then, together with Chen Chen, he handed out the sword just now...
