The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became tense.
When the demon monk finished speaking, the old woman holding a locust wood crutch raised her head, with a slight smile on her wrinkled face, but there was no smile at all.
The expression of the young woman in red didn't change at all, she just blinked and stared at Lu Han, looking charming.
"What do you mean?"
The old woman spoke hoarsely, her voice was calm, but she was already standing next to the demon monk, her eyes flickering like a sinister snake.
"Xuanyuan has left four kinds of inherited martial arts here. You and I have the same kind of inheritance. The last inheritance depends on your own ability!"
The demon monk opened his mouth and said.
"Where's the slutty hoof?"
Grandma Huaixin glanced at the young woman in red, with disgust and malice in her eyes.
Hongye Ji withdrew her gaze from Lu Han, not caring about the viciousness in Granny Huaixin's eyes, and the smile on her face became more charming, "But... what should I do if I want two inheritances?"
"You're such a coquettish person, but you still want two inheritances? What a dream!"
Granny Huaixin showed murderous intent on her face.
The demon monk frowned slightly. The three of them had been in a stalemate because of this matter before, and the inheritance could not be obtained without the blood of the evil kings.
But now Lu Han appears!
At this moment, Lin Huang also looked at the corner of the hall. Next to the last scroll, there were four scrolls embedded in the wall.
The scroll was scarlet red, and blood fell drop by drop, seemingly endlessly.
At the top of the scroll, there was a line of large scarlet characters, which contained vicious murderous intent. Lin Huang just glanced at it and felt the energy and blood in his body surge, and he could hardly suppress it.
——Kill the evil royal family members and you can get the inheritance!
The so-called evil royal family members naturally refer to the Xuanyuan family members in the Dongling Realm today.
Apart from Xuanyuan Tibing, there was only Lu Han.
As for the inheritance recorded in the four scrolls, Lin Huang felt particularly familiar just by looking at the name of the inheritance.
Three thousand blood shadows.
The art of blood spirit.
The secret method of Yin blood.
The blood moon seizes souls!
The four inheritances correspond to the evil spells of the four blood princes of the Blood Spirit Palace. I don’t know how many years ago, these four people killed a Xuanyuan tribesman here and obtained the evil king’s inheritance.
Maybe he is Xuanyuan Tibing’s father?
Or it could be an extremely remote side bloodline of the Xuanyuan family.
Looking at the alluring scroll, Lin Huang felt cold at the corner of his mouth. Perhaps after seeing the strange evils of the four blood princes, the Eastern Spirit Realm warrior could not suppress his inner desire.
No matter if it is a witchcraft or not.
Becoming stronger is the way to go!
In the main hall, after a brief stalemate, the three demon monks seemed to have finally reached an agreement. There were four inheritances, one for each person. The last inheritance was given to the young woman in red, Hong Yeji.
But when Hongyeji didn't pay attention, the demon monk and Granny Huaixin exchanged a look.
When Granny Huaixin wasn't paying attention, Hongyeji gave the demon monk a wink, and the demon monk nodded in understanding.
The three of them reached an agreement and slowly stepped forward, slowly surrounding Lu Han in the center. Everyone's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if Lu Han was trapped in a cage.
"You guys have sorted it out now, I'm afraid it's too early!"
Just when the three of them were about to kill Lu Han with one blow, Lin Huang suddenly spoke, holding the demon-suppressing knife, he stepped into the circle surrounded by the three of them and stood beside Lu Han.
At the same time, Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang also took a few steps forward, standing back to back with Lin Huang and Lu Han.
Three people surrounded four people.
"Boy, the person standing next to you is a member of the Evil Royal Clan. Do you want to help the evil tyrants and stand on the opposite side of all the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm?"
Grandma Huaixin stabbed her eyes, staring at the forest wilderness like a poisonous snake, full of murderous intent.
Lin Huang smiled slightly, "Even if this is the case, so what? If I do my own thing, what does it matter to the rest of the world? The old woman speaks out of righteousness, does she really have the nerve to say it out loud?"
"Amitabha... there is no limit to the sea of suffering, and there is no end! The donor's words are so extreme, I am afraid that half of my feet have already stepped into the devil's path!"
The demon monk's eyes were fixed on Lin Huang, and he had no intention of eagerly taking action, and then continued: "If the benefactor is willing to slay demons and cross the world with us, I believe Hongyeji will give up a inheritance!"
Hong Yeji was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin Huang, with a soft smile on her face, "Of course I will be willing to have such a tasty little brother!"
Lin Huang smiled and shook his head, no longer arguing with the three of them.
The story in the main hall is full of flaws!
If the Xuanyuan people are really the descendants of the Evil King, why did they ask for Wu Bu Dongling more than two hundred years ago?
Why did Xuanyuan Wuxiang sacrifice his life to die?
The Xuanyuan family has only nine branches. Could it be that the descendants of the evil king want to correct their evil ways? For the sake of that false reputation, one generation after another continues?
Along the way, Lin Huang saw the faces of the four blood princes.
I have also seen the dedication of the Xuanyuan family.
How is it possible that with just a few words, things that have happened for a thousand years can be turned upside down?
Once upon a time, in the world outside Dongling, he had seen people with unparalleled strategists who could turn the whole story of a matter into black and white, which was completely natural.
And the story in this hall...
Even a dog wouldn’t believe it!
The three people in front of me will definitely not believe it, but for the sake of those four inheritances, they will naturally believe it.
I believe that Xuanyuan Mansion is the descendant of the Evil King.
And the Evil King in the Yin-Yang Valley is the real Xuanyuan tribesman!
There are various situations in the world, and people are different. Some people will admit that they are vicious and ruthless, but some people are sanctimonious, wearing the skin of hypocrisy. They need a reason to do anything, as long as there is a reason to see it.
For seemingly reasonable reasons, they will be even more vicious than those vicious people!
For example, these three people in front of you!
To put it bluntly, they are just coveting those four weird sorceries.
As long as he kills Lu Han, sacrifices his blood to the evil king, obtains the inheritance, leaves the Yin and Yang Valley, and becomes a strong man... everything goes smoothly, and there is no condemnation of conscience.
Because there was a story told in the hall that made their conscience uneasy.
So Lin Huang was too lazy to reason.
Sometimes you are reasonable because the other person is ignorant. Sometimes you are reasonable because you are an idiot!
A groan.
In the main hall, the sound of the blade being unsheathed was like the roar of a dragon in the night, and it came out with the domineering aura to kill everything, heading towards the demonic monk.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing a figure suddenly approaching, the demon monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha, "The King of Ming is possessed!"
As soon as the demon monk finished speaking, his body suddenly expanded and his skin turned into a bright golden color, like the majestic and precious Immovable King, indestructible!
On the other side, Lu Han's spear shot out like a dragon, and in a flash of cold light, he was in front of Grandma Huaixin.
The remaining Hong Yeji was left to Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang.
Lin Cangxue didn't move an inch, her sword's sheath continued to accumulate sword intent...
Seeing that a fight was about to begin, Fatty Bai boldly punched his chest and walked towards Hongyeji. However, when Fatty Bai saw the smile on Hongyeji's face, his legs became weak.
Not because of the latter's charm.
But from those charming pupils, Little Fatty Bai could really feel the bone-chilling chill and the aura of death...