After saying that, Miss Shangxiu turned around, took a deep breath, and continued to create mysterious spells with her hands.

"Buzzing..."

Soon, mysterious runes began to circulate on her body, and a moon-white brilliance shone, making her figure blend into the surrounding environment and began to become blurry and looming.

"Sister Shangxiu, I want to go with you."

At this moment, a young man stood up in the team, looking expectant.

Miss Shangxiu glanced at this young man. This is his cousin, Shang Jun. His talent is as good as hers, but he is still young and his cultivation is not as advanced as hers. In two years, he should be able to obtain the entry qualification of Qianyuan Holy Palace.

.

This time, this young man followed her on the adventure just to increase his experience and hope to get some opportunities to increase his own strength and foundation. This young man might become the lord of Miyue City in the future.

After pondering for a while, Miss Shangxiu nodded and said, "Okay. However, you are not allowed to act rashly. You must obey my orders in everything."

"Sister Shangxiu, I won't mess around, don't worry! I just want to broaden my horizons." The young man smiled, and imitated Miss Shangxiu's appearance. His hands flowed with spiritual energy, and he created magical spells one after another, making himself

A faint layer of moonlight flows over the body.

This moonlight is like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding environment, making it difficult for others to detect it.

"Let's go."

The two of them looked at each other, then held their breath, carefully walked around the back of the palace, lightly jumped onto the wall, and looked carefully into the distance.

"Stone wall divine pattern?"

Soon, they saw several people from the Demon Killing Clan standing in front of a stone wall with complicated expressions.

The most eye-catching young man from the Demon Killing Clan royal family among the crowd had a gloomy face, and there was an indescribable gloomy aura about him, as if he was brewing a violent aura that would burst out at any time.

…

"hateful!"

"With my top talent, why can't I still practice?"

"Is it possible that these divine patterns on the stone wall are left here just to play tricks on others?"

"I don't believe there is anyone with a bloodline talent more noble than mine!"

The young man looked gloomy and stood in front of the stone wall, his eyes full of anger.

He stood there without saying a word, clenching his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and his whole body shaking with anger. He was a descendant of the Demon Killing Clan's royal family, and his father was a powerful divine master.

Even outside the territory where there are hundreds of tribes, his identity and bloodline are a first-class noble existence.

Seeing the young man's unkind expression, the Demon Killer clan guards behind him were trembling with fear and did not dare to come forward to persuade him. They knew that their young master had a rage in his heart that had nowhere to vent. Who would dare to go up and ask for trouble?

"Master Rong..."

When Uncle Leng saw this, he knew that Master Rong must be extremely angry.

Young Master Rong has had high hopes from the family owner since he was born. Even among the royal family of the Demon Killing Clan, he can be considered a leader. He has always thought highly of himself, but now he discovered that his talent is not enough to cultivate this stone wall.

Divine Pattern, how could he bear such a blow?

At this time, Uncle Leng walked up to Master Rong and whispered: "Master Rong, don't be disappointed. This divine mark on the stone tablet is just our secondary goal this time. Our most important goal this time is

It’s a flame technique inheritance over there in the main hall.”

"The inheritance of the flame technique is even more mysterious. It has only one divine pattern, which is engraved on a suspended stone tablet. But if you observe carefully with your spiritual consciousness, you can see that there is a world inside the divine pattern.

.”

"In that world, the blazing sun burns the sky, and there are golden-winged phoenixes and sun-god birds fighting back and forth in the void. Their divine power is stirring, shocking the ancient times, and it is extraordinary. As long as you understand a trace of the artistic conception in this stone tablet, it will be enough for you, young master.

Before reaching the age of 100, step into the realm of God Lord."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Master Rong's gloomy face revealed a look of disbelief.

He turned his head and looked at Uncle Leng suspiciously: "Uncle Leng, you didn't mean to comfort me, did you? How can a world be contained within a divine pattern?"

Uncle Leng saw that Master Rong was no longer wallowing in disappointment, but was interested. His goal was achieved. He smiled and said, "I don't dare to deceive Master Rong. I once had the honor to follow my master and pay him an audience."

The two supreme beings who have surpassed our demon-slaying clan, the Lord of Demon-Slaying and the God of Blood River, are your two majesties.”

"On that day, the Lord of Demon Killing used a grain of sand as a carrier, and the Lord of Blood River used a drop of water as a carrier. The two majesties used such humble things to interpret the supreme secret of the way of destruction for their masters, which opened the eyes of this old slave.

"

After hearing this, Master Narong finally believed what Uncle Leng said.

He nodded excitedly and said: "I know about this. My father told me about it. That day, my father met with the two majesties in the Blood God Palace and received advice. After coming back, within ten years, my father's strength increased three times, even in our

Among the royal family of the Demon Killing Clan, he is also a well-deserved pride of heaven."

The young man worshiped his father extremely, and the other guards also looked very glorious.

"A grain of sand is a world. A drop of water is a world of mortals. When will I, Qu Rong, reach this level?"

The young man murmured to himself, yearning for that magical realm.

Being able to face each other, stand in front of the Lord of the Demon Killer and the Lord of the Blood River, exchange cultivation experiences with them, and get guidance, this is the day that every disciple of the Demon Killer Clan longs for the most.

However, only those who have crossed the gate of creation and reached the realm of God Lord will be qualified to meet their two majesties.

"Master Rong, I believe that this day will not be too far away."

Uncle Leng looked at the young man lovingly from the side. Although he was the young man's slave, he watched the young man grow up and cared about the young man very much.

"Not bad, it won't take long."

The young man's dark golden pupils flickered, and the flame of confidence ignited again. He smiled slightly and said: "Uncle Leng, let's go! Let's go and take a look at that floating stone monument."

"Um?"

However, after the young man took two steps, he suddenly realized something and frowned.

He paused for a moment, and glanced at the wall at the rear right, revealing a sneer.

Uncle Leng also felt something. He smiled softly and made a gesture to the four guards behind him with his big hands covered in his sleeves.

"We know how to deal with it. Don't worry, young master, Butler Leng!" The four guards saw this gesture and immediately understood, knowing that someone was secretly watching them and others.

There was a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

The Demon Killers are warlike and almost invincible among their peers. They don't cause trouble, but there are people who dare to spy on them in secret and covet their treasures?
Chapter completed!