"Who, who's talking?" Mu Feng, who originally thought there was nothing special about the dry well, felt a cool air from his feet directly to his brain after hearing the sudden sound, and his whole body felt goosebumps.
Pimples stood up. He hurriedly asked, turning his head and looking around quickly, hoping to find something.
But what disappointed him was that he checked every corner of the hall and found no trace.
"Could it be that I have been in coma for too long and have auditory hallucinations?" Mu Feng thought secretly, and patted his head with his hand, "I really scared myself, scared myself to death!" But at this time, he also felt the same in his heart.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little guy, you must be very curious about who is talking to you, right?" Just when the stone in Mu Feng's heart was about to fall to the ground, the voice just now suddenly sounded in his ears again, making him almost
The stone that fell to the ground felt like it hit my feet hard.
"Who are you? If you have the ability to speak out, how can you be a hero if you hide in the dark?" Mu Feng shouted loudly to cheer himself up. In his two lifetimes, he has never lived past the age of twenty.
, encountering such a strange thing made him feel very frightened.
"Don't look, you can't find me, because I'm already dead!" The loud voice just now seemed to know what he was thinking, and said without any surprise.
"What!" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, his brain seemed to have stopped thinking, and he just muttered: "Dead, what does dead mean?"
Not paying attention to Mu Feng's state at this time, the voice said to itself: "I don't know how many years after I transformed, you came here, but since you can come here through the soul-breaking sand, it means that we
It's fate, whether you can get my inheritance depends on your destiny."
Mu Feng didn't react at all.
"The voice you hear here is a trace of my soul power left when I transformed into a Tao. Every inheritor who comes here can talk to me like you, but if one of you can get me
inheritance, then it will be the time when the last trace of me disappears from this world. Although it was something that made me feel very sad when I transformed into Taoism, if I can really continue to pass on my inheritance,
Then all the efforts I put in will be in vain.
Mu Feng did not hear the other words that the loud voice said clearly, but Mu Feng heard clearly what he said was the soul power he left behind.
After moving his already stiff body, Mu Feng took a long breath and said, "It turned out to be soul power. It almost scared me to death."
"It's actually very simple to get my inheritance. The first item is to pass through the soul-breaking sand no matter what method you use. Since you are here, it means that you have passed the first item. The second item is actually also very simple, which is to get me.
The 'Sword of the Holy Path' in your hand is recognized by the sword spirit. If you pass the second test, you will become my inheritor. You will also learn all the skills I have as a true king in the future.
Yes, by then you will also become the overlord who rules the side." After saying this, the voice disappeared. It should be that when the so-called true king left his image, only this much remained.
Hearing that voice, Mu Feng couldn't help but look at the huge statue in the center of the hall. Mu Feng couldn't help but think that the true king who left the sound and image just now should be the one holding the giant sword.
He is a middle-aged man. "It looks really majestic," Mu Feng said with emotion. He didn't know when he was able to express such a momentum. He had been dead for who knows how long, but a statue has such a momentum.
momentum.
Then he continued to look down and saw the huge sword in the middle-aged man's hand. "This should be the Sword of the Holy Path that the voice said. The voice said that he got the sword spirit of the Sword of the Holy Path."
Accept it, what should I do?"
Suddenly, Mu Feng seemed to have thought of something. He was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Uncle, you haven't told me how to leave here if I pass the test. What if I don't pass?"
How to leave!"
But there was no answer to what he said, only his voice echoed in the empty hall.
Sitting on the ground, Mu Feng thought depressedly, "It seems that the only way this time is to obtain the inheritance of this true king. It is estimated that since this true king allows others to inherit his inheritance, he will definitely not let his heirs
Stay here forever!”
Regardless of whether there was a reaction or not, Mu Feng looked at the huge statue in front of him and shouted loudly: "Hey, when will your inheritance test start? If you want to take the test, hurry up. There is no food in this place. I will be hungry soon."
If you faint, you can't blame me." After saying that, he stared at the statue in front of him carefully to see if he had any reaction. With his extraordinary intuition, he felt that the statue in front of him would definitely not look like that.
It seems so simple on the surface.
Just as he was staring at the statue carefully, he suddenly saw a white light from the corner of his eye shooting from the giant sword in the hand of the middle-aged man's statue, in the direction of where he was sitting. He was so frightened that he couldn't help but stare at the statue.
Before any reaction could be made, the white light had already arrived in front of him and then disappeared.
"Grandma! Why do you let me sleep at the critical moment? What kind of world is this?" Mu Feng thought to himself, then closed his eyes, fell back, and passed out.
A young man in a white robe, who was completely different from the middle-aged statue, came to a mysterious place, and muttered: "This is the mind of that child. I really don't know how he thinks about it."
How did someone with such a weak cultivation come here at such a young age?" As he spoke, the words wandered in Mu Feng's mind.
While wandering around, he commented: "This young man's mental strength is pretty good. If it were more than a million years ago, when the sect was at its peak, he would have been able to barely enter the inner sect. I just don't know that such a long time has passed.
"What's going on outside?" He lowered his head and sighed a few times. It was obvious that thinking about these things made him very depressed.
If what he just said were heard by Mu Feng and the Master Master, I don’t know how surprised they would be. Mu Feng, as the most talented disciple of the Xingji Sect for tens of thousands of years, was only barely able to enter among the white-clothed people.
The inner sect, and the inner sect he is talking about is obviously not the same thing as the sects he is talking about now. What is more important is the time he is talking about. Obviously he knows how much time has passed now, more than a hundred