Liang Jun and Yang Qing were originally members of the Moyun Sect. They were tired of the killings in the world and wanted to find a place to live in seclusion.

Before coming, Yuhuan and others had already investigated clearly.

She guessed that Jiang Daoming probably didn't know their identities.

Otherwise, with Jiang Daoming's violent temper, how could he allow two members of the Demon Sect to serve as errands in the Demon Slayer Palace?

The body-protecting dragon elephant was reinforced, and Jiang Daoming moved forward again.

Above the sea, there is nothing but the demonic energy that keeps washing away.

The closer to the end, the more intense the evil spirit becomes.

"Palace Master, it's better to reserve some strength to avoid being unable to cope with danger later." Yuhuan kindly reminded.

"A sea journey is nothing," Jiang Daoming said calmly.

His sixth-level dragon elephant has not yet been used, and the true energy in his body has not been pushed to the limit. He has been using the true energy equivalent to the peak of the fifth level.

This sea route is only used to test the inheritors, not to kill them.

Tonghai Yaksha also wants to find people to accept the inheritance, rather than annihilating them all in the future.

Yuhuan didn't say anything else, she could only sigh inwardly that Jiang Daoming was arrogant and deserved what happened.

These two people were originally from the Moyun Sect and were not good people. I had already warned them.

If something happens later, I can only say that I deserve it.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Daoming paused.

"The end is here."

Jiang Daoming suddenly drank, and the dragon elephant bloomed with golden light, penetrating the evil spirit.

A barrier appeared in front of it. There was no sea water inside the barrier. There was a palace made of dark stone. In front of the door stood a statue of a half-kneeling boy.

This statue is none other than seven-year-old Nezha.

The waist is wrapped with Hun Tian Ling, and the neck is tied with a Qiankun circle.

Jiang Daoming led the people out of the ancient road, and Yaksha's voice sounded again: "Spit on the statue, and you can enter the temple."

"Huh?" Jiang Daoming raised his head and looked at the palace.

It is square in shape, the door of the palace is closed, and the walls are carved with patterns of shrimps, soldiers, crabs and generals, as well as Yaksha patterns.

The stone plaque on the palace is engraved with the words "Yaksha Hall".

Three words are written into three parts of the stone, lingering with evil spirit, which will not dissipate through the endless years.

"Is it that simple?" A warrior couldn't help but stepped forward and spat at the statue of Nezha.

Rumble

As soon as I drooled, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and a majestic evil aura rushed in my face.

"Go out."

Jiang Daoming snorted coldly: "The little demon is just a little demon after all, and he did such a thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bafanglong Elephant slapped its palms on the stone sculpture.

With a bang, the statue of seven-year-old Nezha fell apart.

"This Yaksha was beaten and killed during his lifetime, and the statue placed after his death also proves his resentment towards Nezha." Yuhuan said slowly.

"So, he is just a little demon." Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

The black-robed saint said: "If this happens to the palace master, will there be no resentment in his heart?"

"Skills are inferior to others, so accept your fate."

Jiang Daoming snorted coldly and stepped into the palace.

"My skills are inferior to those of others, so I accept my fate." The black-robed saint chuckled lightly, and entered the palace together with more than thirty warriors.

Everyone jumped in, and the scene inside the palace was revealed.

On both sides are stone sculptures of shrimps, soldiers and crab generals, each with eighteen statues. At the end is a stone sculpture of Yaksha, and at the top of the hall is the master's seat, a statue of a blue dragon.

The eyes of the Yaksha stone sculpture shone with green luster, and a voice came out: "Visiting the true dragon shows the opportunity for inheritance."

"This should be the real dragon that Nezha killed." Yuhuan said.

"It's not shameful to pay homage to the real dragon."

Yuhuan took a step forward and knelt on his knees: "Daxia is also of the true dragon lineage. The descendants of the next generation, Sun Yuhuan, will kowtow to the true dragon."

"The descendants of future generations will bow to the true dragon."

The warriors also knelt down one after another, including Princess Jiangling.

The royal family of Daxia is of the bloodline of the True Dragon. When they worship the True Dragon, they can also be considered as paying homage to their ancestors.

Only the Holy Maiden of Moyun Sect, Ning Yun, Jiang Daoming and Miaoyin did not kneel down and worship.

Buzz

As everyone paid homage, demonic energy surged behind the Yaksha stone sculpture, and the rich vitality of heaven and earth gathered to form a green blood pool.

"That's the Yaksha bloodline!" A warrior said excitedly.

Kaka

The stone sculptures on both sides suddenly moved, and strong evil spirits intertwined.

But I saw the Yaksha stone carving, and the voice came again: "Strip off the mortal body and reshape the Yaksha body, then you can inherit it."

The stone carvings, shrimp claws, and crab claws on both sides glowed with cold light, and an icy murderous intent filled the air.

"Strip off the mortal body? What do you mean?" Jiang Daoming frowned.

"Literally." Ning Yun answered: "Cut the person into pieces with thousands of knives, enter the blood pool, and reshape the body."

"Is it so troublesome to inherit the inheritance?" Jiang Daoming frowned and said: "After being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, how can you survive?"

"The ancient method should have a secret method to protect one's life. Now let's see who can bear the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

"Death by a thousand cuts!"

The warriors' faces were pale and they were cut to pieces with thousands of swords. Even if there was a secret method to help them breathe, is that something a human being can bear?

I'm afraid it hurts too much!

For a moment, no one came forward.

"Palace Master, why don't we retreat?" Liang Jun said in a low voice: "Death by a thousand cuts is very difficult for a human to endure, and it is impossible to persevere."

Jiang Daoming frowned slightly and looked at the others: "What do you think?"

Jiang Yuanliang shook his head and said: "Although the inheritance of the great demon is very attractive, I cannot accept being cut into pieces and reshaping the demon body."

"Palace Master, my subordinates can't accept it. Since we are human beings, we don't want to seek that demon body. Otherwise, wouldn't we become the demon we should eradicate?" Xia Yuanwu said.

"Otherwise, many demon-killing halls have warriors with monster blood." Yuhuan explained.

"Can anyone try?" Jiang Daoming looked at the others: "If there is no one, the master of this palace will take the first step."

"Master Jiang, please go first." Many warriors said quickly.

They don't want to bear the death of a thousand cuts, and they are not sure whether it is really a secret method to kill them.

Since Jiang Daoming has opened his mouth, let him try it first.

Jiang Daoming took a step forward, and the stone sculptures of shrimp soldiers on both sides waved their pliers at the same time. The sharp cold light flashed, as if they were trying to peel off his skin and flesh.

hold head high

Moo

The roar of the dragon and the elephant resounded loudly, Jiang Daoming moved his palms together, the dragon and the elephant were hidden inside, and they greeted the two stone sculptures.

In an instant, the five dragons and five phenomena reached their peak.

boom

The shrimp claws were smashed to pieces, and the dragon elephant bombarded the stone sculpture, which exploded on the spot.

"Death by a thousand cuts? That only works if the master of this palace is willing to do so!" Jiang Daoming looked coldly and strode forward: "A monster inherits, and this master of the palace will not listen to your rules!"

"Kill the remnant soul of the ancient monster and plunder 10 life points."

Jiang Daoming was slightly shocked that there was such a benefit, and then he was overjoyed that the remnant soul of the monster was actually sealed inside this stone sculpture.

One statue is worth 10 points of life, which is not weaker than the previous Yasha Shacannian.

"This is Jiang Daoming!"

Yuhuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, acting out of common sense.

Even if you don’t want to be cut into pieces, there’s no need to destroy this place, right?

"This is the master of the palace." Jiang Yuanliang and others looked like this.

If Palace Master Jiang doesn't like it, just follow his own rules and beat him up.

From the very beginning, Jiang Daoming had never been tempted by the Yaksha inheritance. He just wanted to see if he could get life essence.

Ning Yun's face twitched, he was a violent and murderous maniac, he should join the Moyun Sect.

The warriors were sluggish and unable to regain consciousness for a long time, so they were ruined?

Jiang Daoming smashed two stone sculptures again. There were thirty-six stone sculptures here. All counted, they totaled 360 life points.
Chapter completed!