As the demonic clone expected, the dead sword cultivator was not enough to inherit the demon lord's inheritance.
Because his demonic energy is too messy and not pure enough. Unable to integrate the magic rainbow irrigation.
So he failed.
A second-step powerful man, a strong man in the early stage of Xuanzhao, just like this, his body and soul exploded, turned into smoke and dust, and died without a burial place.
When the sword cultivator died, the demonic clone chose to carry this inheritance without any hesitation.
So the magic rainbow came over instantly.
Aoki finally saw this magic rainbow.
When he saw the sword cultivator dying violently, he was instantly frightened. Leng Huizhong was even more frightened when he saw the billowing demonic energy pouring into his master's head.
"master!"
The demonic clone did not speak, and could not speak. When the magic rainbow was initiated, he was just like the sword cultivator, unable to move.
The only difference was that his face was calm. There is no abnormality in the body, no bulging of the menstrual veins.
Aoki saw that his master's face was dull and rosy, so he took a deep breath.
"I forgot that the master is the most powerful person in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. A mere magic rainbow is nothing. Even if the ancient powerful demon lord appears in person, he is still capable of fighting."
Qingmu felt relaxed when he thought of this. No longer worried about the safety of the demonic clone. There is no need to worry, he firmly believes that this magic rainbow can't do anything to his master.
Different from the suffering endured by the sword cultivator, the feeling of the demonic clone at this moment is that of a self-made dry sea bed.
And those magic rainbow initiations turned into streams and Yangtze rivers, gathering from all directions and spreading their seabed.
It's like there's a rippling spring rain that never ends as far as the sky can be seen, only a continuous stream, lapping at the body and nourishing the mind.
The demonic clone did not feel any pain or discomfort.
It was as if he was the only one in the world who could match this destiny inheritance. A person can have this feeling of moistening rain and spring life.
His aura hit the demon gas tank again and continued to increase. In the end, the demonic energy was like a rainbow, shining in the temple, and even rushed out of the temple.
As time passed, his aura grew crazily. I don’t know how long it has been.
Chu Yi was bored standing outside and had already entered the temple. She squatted next to Qingmu, held her chin in her hands, and touched her stomach. She felt hungry.
While chewing on the remaining three pieces of dried meat, she looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in front of her and said: "One day, two days, three days... seven days... Now seven days have passed. Grandpa hasn’t woken up yet..."
"I really want to eat that fragrant rice-flavored fruit!"
"Young Master. Wait a moment! Master will be fine soon."
Qingmu looked at that figure and said.
He already knew that his master was absorbing the demonic energy. As the momentum surged at the beginning, it has now begun to slow down.
It looks like it's almost finished. But this is a critical time and no one can interrupt it.
Otherwise, once disturbed, everything will be in vain.
Another two days passed, and the demonic clone felt that the demonic energy had begun to diminish, reaching less than one-tenth of the initial level. This is already the sixteenth wave.
It won't be long before he will carry the Demon Lord's legacy.
Time was still passing, and three hours later, the demonic clone opened its eyes.
At this moment, the limbs can already move.
His temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes, taking on a deep majesty. It was as if the Lord of Demons had come to the world again.
"My guess is correct. I am a demon, the purest demon in the world. The demonic energy is the same, so this enlightenment only involves fusion, not repulsion."
Just as the demonic clone was meditating, his body suddenly shook, and a series of voices entered his mind.
This is an ancient saying, but the demonic clone can completely understand it.
What these words continue is the inheritance of the Demon Lord.
"One hundred thousand sword intentions are turned into demon seeds and loaded into other people's bodies. When they are completed, harvest the fruits..."
The demonic clone's face suddenly condensed, and he suddenly remembered something.
"Heaven comes to the Xu family..."
Back then, Tianlin, an ancestor of the Xu family who entered Canghaijing, received a great opportunity and achieved magical powers with swordsmanship, thus entering the realm of destruction. This created the glory of the Xu family for billions of years.
It's just that the ancestors of the Xu family in Tianlin had too vicious supernatural powers, so they planted the bodies of geniuses as raw materials. It attracted the suppression of the most powerful ones.
In the end, during the First World War, the ancestor of the Tianlin Xu family fell, but the most powerful man was also seriously injured.
"It turns out that over the past countless years, the person who has obtained half of the magical power of the Demon Lord is actually the ancestor of the Tianlin Xu family."
"He only obtained half of the form, so he went astray. But... despite this, he achieved annihilation in one fell swoop and achieved the position of great power."
"Just half of the posture can make one person die. So what about this posture?"
The demonic clone sighed with emotion, how powerful was this demon lord back then. Just half of the inheritance can achieve great power in the realm of destruction.
And the essence of inheritance is in the next part.
"The tombs of thousands of gods and demons are all the tombs of the demon lord. The sword species is born among people, but it is still someone else, not one's own. In the end, it will not achieve great success."
"Using the several paths in the inheritance to condense demon gods one after another and plant demon seeds, this is the true way."
The demonic clone shook his head and said, "But this is too troublesome. It takes hundreds of thousands of years to cultivate."
"But I can go another way."
The demonic clone laughed, and with a wave of his hand, the layers of immortal platforms entered the sky. Reveal your true self.
He stretched out his hand again, and the thin demonic energy on top of his head was poured into his palm. It was transformed into a seed using the inheritance method and implanted into his true self.
Logically speaking, among the seven immortal platforms, there are only seven true selves. But in the seventh immortal platform, there are thousands of figures standing.
This is the true self of all living beings. For the demonic clones, these are all real demons. Also himself.
When all living beings and the true self in the other six immortal platforms planted demonic seeds, the whole world suddenly trembled, and the earth shook.
The sky in the distance hangs low, and a curtain wheel hangs high.
The violence of heaven and earth manifests itself in the separation between yin and yang.
It's just that this violence reaches straight into the sky like a spiritual being and does not suppress the earth. The two people below are not involved.
This is not a black moon, but an integration of demonic energy. It's just like the moon, shining with the clear moonlight. It fell from the sky and fell into the figure from the window.
The halo hit the temple, creating a quiet ripple. Everything seemed quiet.
A breeze blew quietly past the demonic clone, causing the white hair to dance lightly.
At this moment, it seemed as if several black geese were flying past him. There is a lush green color between heaven and earth.
There was a black flame burning from the top of his head, lighting up wisps of smoke. As the mist rose, there were scenes of illusion all around the world.
Small bridges and flowing water, the sky at night, the heights of mountain peaks, and western sun lakes and lakes, all the exquisite things in the world appear in the scene one by one.
Is this a dream? The past has become empty and is still in a dream. It’s the reluctance that has lasted for countless thousands of years.
"Great kindness."
The demonic clone smiled when he saw the black robe standing in front of him, and his eyes seemed to light up with joy.
Then a ray of clear moonlight broke free from the black-robed man's hand and drifted in the wind between the fingers of the demonic clone's palm.
Around and around. Wrap it between your index fingers.
The obsession left by the Demon Lord has finally been released, and his presence will be continued by future generations.
At this time, this is no longer a dream, but a trace of cold water.
The spring breeze finally returns. By then, the flowers will be fragrant and the stamens will bloom, and the beautiful spring scenery will come.
The demonic clone lowered his head and looked at the clear light in his finger, his eyes twinkling.
When the clear light dissipated, what was revealed was a strand of green hair between the fingers.
This is that person's black hair, which has been hidden by the Demon Lord to this day. To him, this strand of black hair is more precious than a whole body of Taoism.
"This is a direct line. When that person appears, there will be a reaction. I hope you can fulfill my master's wish. If you have his inheritance, you need to protect that person for him."
Suddenly, a sigh came. The voice was very clear, like the voice of a young man in his prime.
It's just that there is no young man here. Except for the three monks, the demonic clone, Qingmu and Chu Yi, there is no other living person.
Outside the temple, the wooden tablet suddenly cracked, and the sound of a sword shook from inside.
