As the demonic clone expected, the dead swordsman was not enough to inherit the demon lord's legacy.
Because his demonic energy is too messy and not pure enough to integrate with the demonic rainbow infusion.
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.
He was instantly frightened when he saw the sword cultivator dying violently. Leng Hezhong 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 demonic rainbow was initiated, he was just like the sword cultivator, unable to move.
The only difference is that his face is calm. There is no abnormality in his body, and there is no bulging menstruation.
Qingmu saw that his master's face was dull and rosy, so he took a deep breath.
"I have forgotten that the master is the most powerful person in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. A mere demon rainbow is nothing. Even if the ancient powerful demon lord appears in person, he is still capable of fighting."
Thinking of this, Aoki felt relaxed. He no longer worried about the safety of the demonic clone. There was no need to worry, he firmly believed that the demonic rainbow could not do anything to his master.
Different from the suffering endured by the sword cultivator, the demonic clone felt like a dry seabed at this moment.
And those magic rainbow initiations turned into streams and Yangtze rivers, gathering from all directions and spreading their seabed.
It also seems like there is a rippling spring rain, which is endless as far as the sky can be seen, only a continuous stream, lapping at the body, nourishing and rejuvenating.
The demonic clone did not feel any pain or discomfort.
It seems that he is the only one in the world who can match this inheritance of creation. One person can have this feeling of moistening rain and spring life.
His aura hit the demonic tank again, and continued to rise. Finally, the demonic energy was like a rainbow, shining through the temple, and even rushed out of the temple.
As time passed, his aura grew crazily. It was unknown how long it had been.
Chu Yi was bored standing outside and had already stepped into the temple. She squatted next to Qingmu, held her chin in her hands, and touched her stomach again, feeling 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 over. But now is the critical moment
, don’t allow others to disturb you.
Otherwise, once disturbed, everything will be in vain.
Another two days have passed, and the demonic clone feels that the demonic energy has begun to diminish, reaching less than one-tenth of the initial level. This has already passed 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.
My limbs can now move.
His temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he is full of majesty. It is as if the Lord of Demons has 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.
These words continue the inheritance of the Demon Lord.
"A hundred thousand swords will turn into demon seeds and be loaded into other people's bodies. Wait for them to be completed and reap the fruits..."
The demonic clone's face suddenly condensed, and he suddenly remembered something.
"Heaven comes to the Xu family..."
At that time, the ancestor of the Xu family came to heaven, entered the Canghai Mirror, and got a great opportunity, and achieved the magical power of swordsmanship, and then passed into 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, which attracted the suppression of the most powerful people.
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 also 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? With just half of the inheritance, he became a powerful person 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 another person, 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, layers of immortal platforms entered the sky.
The sky reveals the 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 method of inheritance, and was 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 tens of thousands of figures standing.
This is the true self of all living beings. For the demonic clone, these are all real demons and themselves.
When the sentient beings and the true self in the other six immortal platforms planted demonic seeds, the whole world suddenly trembled, and the earth shook and the mountains 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 shot straight into the sky like a wise man, without suppressing the earth. It didn't involve the two people below.
This is not a black moon, but a collection of demonic energy. It is just like the moon, shining with clear moonlight. It falls from high in the sky and falls into the figure from the window.
The halo of light hit the temple, creating a quiet ripple. Everything seemed quiet.
A gust of breeze quietly blew 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. The sky and the earth were filled with lush green.
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, sky-level night sky, high mountain peaks, western sun lakes and pools, 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 is the reluctance of these countless thousands of years.
"Great kindness."
When the demonic clone saw the black robe standing in front of him, he smiled and spoke, 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.
Wrap it around, wrap it around your index finger.
The obsession left behind 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 will finally return. At that time, the flowers will be fragrant and the stamens will bloom, and the beautiful spring scene 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 response. I hope you can fulfill my master's wish. If you have his inheritance, you need to protect that person for him."
Suddenly, a soft 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. Apart from the demonic clone, Aoki and Chu Yi, the three monks, there is no other living person.
Outside the temple, the wooden tablet suddenly cracked, and the sound of a sword shook from inside.