At this moment, Ye Qinghuan was standing in a stone chamber. There were no other unnecessary treasures in this stone chamber, but only a stone statue.
This stone statue looks like a wine-sword fairy, with a wine gourd on his waist and a long sword behind his back.
This stone statue is very vividly carved, every detail is in place, and his clothes seem to be really fluttering, natural and unrestrained.
The expression on his face is lifelike, his hair is tied up as if it is floating slightly, and his eyes are looking straight ahead, as if he can shoot a sharp blade.
The expression on his face was calm and intimidating, like a king dominating the world.
After Ye Qinghuan stepped into the stone chamber, a burst of spiritual power was directly injected into the stone statue and activated the stone statue, which is why there was this huge phantom.
This shadow is the real person of this stone statue.
This is the Jiujianxian. He forms a huge phantom in mid-air, with immortal energy floating in the air. His eyes are slightly lowered, looking down at Ye Qinghuan.
"The remnant soul I left behind was actually activated. This must have been thousands of years later."
This huge shadow of the Wine Sword Immortal looked down at Ye Qinghuan and finally spoke calmly.
Ye Qinghuan also raised his head and looked at the shadow. There was no expression on his face. His eyes were like ancient wells. There were no waves and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"It turns out to be a young man, Queen Wu, who is in his twenties. His talent is quite good and he can inherit my inheritance."
The Jiujianxian who turned into a shadow looked at Ye Qinghuan and nodded lightly, feeling quite satisfied.
The Queen Wu, who was in her twenties, was the top genius whether in the secular world or in the ancient world. In the shadow of the Wine and Sword Immortal, she turned into just a pretty good genius.
That's all.
Of course, Ye Qinghuan had to seize his body and re-cultivate, and the actual cultivation time was only about a year, which Jiujian Xianwan didn't know.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the phantom of the Wine Sword Immortal, he was calm and unfazed. It was just a remnant soul left behind on purpose, and it was not a great means.
It's just that the remnant soul of the Jiu Sword Immortal was able to see through his own cultivation level, which surprised Ye Qinghuan. This shows that the original cultivation level of the Jiu Sword Immortal should not be low.
"Very good. You were able to break into the Jiu Xian Valley and activate my remaining soul. Then..." Xuying spoke again, condescendingly and indifferently.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you have any good stuff, just bring it out!"
Ye Qinghuan said impatiently.
The phantom was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Ye Qinghuan would react like this. This was the inheritance he left behind. Shouldn't this young man bow down and say thank you?
He is actually urging himself?
"Interesting little guy, don't worry, since you have opened my remnant soul, I will let you inherit my inheritance!"
The huge shadow was suspended in the air, smiling calmly, full of the magnanimity of a strong man.
"Have you left anything behind? If not, don't waste your time. Who cares about your inheritance?"
Ye Qinghuan frowned and cursed impatiently.
He is a god of death in the universe, but he is called a little guy. How can he not be angry? Even if the Jiujianxian is still alive, he is not even qualified to see Ye Qinghuan.
The trash that can be wiped out easily actually puts on a show in front of Ye Qinghuan and calls him Ye Qinghuan little guy. Is he worthy?
"presumptuous!"
The phantom of the Wine Sword Immortal suddenly became angry and roared angrily in the void. Suddenly, the surrounding white mist rolled like thunder from the sky.
He stood proudly in the void, extremely huge, like a substantial mantle that was constantly fluttering, and his cold and arrogant aura bloomed out, like a peerless swordsman.
The king who rules the world!
"Are all young people today so arrogant? Do you know what kind of existence you are talking to?" A voice spat out from the huge shadow.
"Do you know what kind of existence you are talking to?" Ye Qinghuan sneered.
The majestic God of Death in the Universe is many times more powerful than Jiujianxian, a native of this earth.
He just wants to show off?
"Presumptuous! Presumptuous!" The Jiujianxian was angry. He raised his hand, and endless white mist surged toward his sleeves and robes. A huge vortex seemed to be formed around him.
Horrible!
"How arrogant!"
The remnant soul of Jiujianxian never imagined that he would meet such an inheritor. He thought he would be a just, evil, sinister, silent, active... He never imagined that he would meet such a successor.
To a successor who is more domineering than him.
"Young man, I will give you one last chance. Kneel down immediately and worship devoutly. I will give you my inheritance!" The wine sword fairy shouted loudly as mist rolled around his body.
Looking down at Ye Qinghuan from a high position.
"Nothing, and so much nonsense!"
Ye Qinghuan's face turned cold, and he took a step immediately. A gap opened in the ground under his feet. Then in the blink of an eye, his body turned into a white rainbow, and he punched the shadow of Jiujianxian directly.
"Okay! Okay! Today will definitely make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
The remnant soul of the Wine Sword Immortal was so angry that he vomited blood. He left a remnant soul with good intentions, intending to leave an opportunity for those who came after him, so that they could change against the will of heaven and become a legend.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for thousands of years, this guy who came to accept the inheritance actually had a disagreement and attacked him directly!
What the hell is this?
The Jiujianxian was filled with rage. He shot his huge palm directly in the air and killed Ye Qinghuan with the white mist rolling around him.
"boom!"
The fists and palms connected, powerful air waves rolled up, and the entire Jiuxian Valley began to shake.
The surrounding white mist began to dissipate, and then turned into wisps of filaments, like the tips of needles, piercing directly towards Ye Qinghuan.
Thousands of needle-point white mist, like a rain of flowers all over the sky.
This white mist is no ordinary white mist. It can penetrate directly into the bone marrow and even break into the air sea, depriving people of their vitality.
Ye Qinghuan looked cold as he punched out, and the surrounding white mist immediately dissipated.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Ye Qinghuan fired ten punches in a row, and almost all the white mist dissipated, but there were still some needle-like white mist that slipped in, trying to penetrate into Ye Qinghuan's body.
"You can't resist this." Jiu Jianxian looked at this scene indifferently.
"snort!"
Ye Qinghuan didn't talk nonsense at all. He snorted coldly, and suddenly a spiritual shield stretched up on Ye Qinghuan's body, forming an invisible light shield.
"clang!"
Like the sound of metal knocking, clear and loud, these needle-shaped white mist hit the spiritual power shield and all dissipated. The phantom of the Wine Sword Immortal suddenly shook.