"The master's bloodline...should be like this!"
"That... strength is even more unfathomable!"
After a long time, the intermittent voice of the Wraith King was heard.
After he obtained Mu Yuyan's Imperial Dragon Qi, his strength has been greatly restored. Now he is stronger than the old man. In terms of intelligence, he is not as good as the old man, but in terms of perception, he is not weaker than the old man.
Recalling how he felt when he first met Gu Lan, he knew very well that even now, he was no match for Gu Lan.
"Big guy, how long do you think these little dolls can last?"
"If they persist until the end of the inheritance time, I may not even have half a bottle of the spiritual liquid left!"
"What a shame, what a shame..."
The old man was still nagging, and the Wraith King did not reply.
Another day has passed.
On this day, Beishan Puppet was the first to wake up from the state of comprehending inheritance. The spirit stone chips in his eyes were in chaos, and seemed to be printed with a mysterious totem.
After a while, the mysterious totem slowly disappeared, and he regained his clarity.
He received part of the inheritance of the chaotic beast.
The Chaos Beast's ability is to make others stupid, rather than making himself stupid, so his intelligence has also been slightly improved.
The mountain-backed puppet looked around and saw that there was no movement on the other stone islands. He scratched his head in embarrassment and flew down from the stone island with little Shulou on his back.
"Well done, little wooden doll!"
The old man praised the mountain puppet.
At the same time, he looked at the only bottle of spiritual fluid he had left, wondering whether he should be happy or not.
The good news is that there is one less wooden doll to accept the inheritance, and his consumption will be less, but the bad news is that there are still four little dolls still holding on.
He still has to continue to maintain the inheritance of Totem Stone Island.
This means that his spiritual fluid may not be preserved.
"When that little baby comes out, she must compensate me, otherwise I will really suffer a big loss!"
The old man thought like this and took a sip of the spiritual fluid while enduring the pain.
He squinted his eyes and showed a satisfied smile.
Time passes by like water.
On the stone island, little Suanni wakes up from a state of enlightenment at night.
It has acquired part of the inheritance of Qiongqi ferocious beasts, and can grow a pair of golden wings on its back to increase its escape speed.
Other than that, little Suan Ni hasn't changed much.
On the stone island, Gu Xiaoqi, Zheliang and Gu Simu were still in a state of comprehension.
Sweat formed on Gu Xiaoqi's forehead. There was some conflict between Jiufeng's inheritance and her own bloodline. After persisting for so many days, she found it difficult to comprehend.
Ori Liang frowned tightly, and the dark fire around him was looming.
Not only does he want to understand the inheritance of Mingque, but he also wants to combine the inheritance of Mingque with his own innate magical power, which is much more difficult than the state of generally accepting the inheritance.
Fortunately, with his super talent and strength, he managed to survive.
On the other side, Gu Simu's performance on Shidao seemed particularly relaxed.
She was sitting cross-legged on the island with her head slightly tilted. She didn't look like she was practicing, but more like she was sleeping.
After all, she ate all the inherited light group.
Therefore, during this period of time, she was not comprehending the Taotie Totem inheritance, but digesting the Taotie Totem inheritance.
After eating, it also takes time to consume.
Gu Simu is now not only digesting the inheritance, but also converting the Taotie inheritance into his own magical power, which takes a little longer.
"Why haven't these dolls come out yet? If they don't come out, I won't be able to bear it anymore!"
Below the stone island, the old man looked at the sky with a tragic face.
At this time, a black wind blew outside Fengdu City.
"It's over!"
"Why is it at this time!"
When the old man saw this, his expression became serious.
He felt that the restriction outside the Mandala Trial Ground was about to be opened.
In order to ensure that Fengdu City is not discovered, he must close the other shore and seal off Fengdu City.
This is his duty as a gravekeeper.
"But what to do with these little dolls..."
The old man looked at the stone island in the sky, with a complicated look in his eyes.
…
Mandala Trial Site, in a dense forest.
"The Holy Land of Styx and the Temple of Dark Night have been fighting here for so many days, and there is still no result in the trial?"
"The Mandala Trial Ground is not a fun place. Even if you enter the Imperial realm, you may not be able to come out alive. Are these two holy places so confident about their own disciples?"
"Stop talking nonsense! The sect asked us to come here to see the results of the trial, not for you to talk about it!"
"It's so boring not to talk. I've been here watching for so long, I have to have some fun..."
In the dense forest, two sect members were lurking cautiously.
There are many people like them around.
Most forces have chosen to hide their identities.
Only a small number of forces that could challenge Styx Holy Land and Dark Night Temple dared to appear unabashedly outside the trial area.
Many forces want to know the outcome of this trial.
"If the young master of the Dark Night Temple wins, I'm afraid the rise of the Dark Night Temple will no longer be able to be stopped."
"If the Holy Son of Styx Holy Land wins, the two sides can still fight for a while."
"I don't know what the outcome will be."
Some leaders of big forces looked at the restrictions of the trial area, their eyes flickering, wondering what they were planning.
The outcome of this trial will determine their attitude towards those two forces.
From their own perspective, they naturally hope that Styx Holy Land can win the trial.
But they also know that this is not easy.
Before entering the trial, many people already knew the methods used by the Dark Night Temple.
There is even news that the young master of the Dark Night Temple still has the soul of an emperor-level expert in his body.
Regardless of whether the latter news is true or false, it means that it is almost impossible for any Saint Son of Styx to win.
"Elder, the time has come, why hasn't the trial restriction been opened yet?"
"Could it be that something happened inside? Nothing will happen to the Holy Son, right?"
Beside Hei Ming, a disciple from Styx Holy Land stepped forward to report.
He keeps track of time.
In the past, the opening and closing times of the restrictions on the Mandala Trial Site have never changed.
But today, this time seems to have been delayed.
"Wait a minute, don't be anxious, Zheliang is the most talented Nether Clan I have ever seen, and he is also the Nether Clan with the best temperament. I have confidence in him!"
Hei Ming was also a little impatient, but he didn't show any signs of it in front of the disciples of the Holy Land of Styx.
Opposite them, the Dark Night Temple group seemed confident.
They knew what tricks their young master was hiding, so they were very confident.
"Those people in Styx Holy Land seem to still have hope. What a bunch of naive idiots!"
"Hahaha!"
There was a burst of arrogant laughter from the crowd in the Dark Night Temple.
boom!
However, at this moment, ripples began to appear in the restriction area of the trial, and a whirlpool of laws quietly appeared.
next moment.
Three figures appeared in front of everyone...
