Zhao Wujiang opened his eyes and found himself in a bronze hall.

There are various bronze vessels in the main hall.

In front of his eyes, stood a bronze statue of the demon god.

There were vague sounds of fighting and fighting outside the hall, the clash of swords, clashes of cultivators, angry shouts, and even sounds of begging for mercy.

Obviously, everyone has started fighting and is fighting in order to obtain the so-called inheritance.

I just don’t know how many people from the opposing camp have to be killed to get the final inheritance.

In Zhao Wujiang's heart, this inheritance relic is not so much an inheritance as it is a trial, a trial of cultivating gu.

Only those who have defeated their opponents and are still alive are worthy of receiving the inheritance.

And are these all the demon gods’ intentions?

Zhao Wujiang followed the sound and walked outside the palace.

When he walked out of the palace, his eyes narrowed for a moment.

Only then did he realize that the bronze hall he was in was not a simple bronze hall, but inside a mountain.

To be precise, it was the mouth of a stone statue as big as a mountain.

He is now standing on the lips of the stone statue. Below him are countless monks fighting with various divine tactics and weapons. The energy of cultivation is surging and chaotic.

The sky is no longer as dark as before, and no other lotus petals can be seen, but a bright starry sky.

This was the first time Zhao Wujiang saw the starry sky after coming to this Daolian secret realm.

Looking into the distance, there are several stone statues sitting between the sky and the earth in the distance, but they are far apart and cannot be seen clearly.

Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back and watched quietly.

Now he didn't know where Xuanyuan Jing and Li Chunjun had gone, but he didn't worry too much.

Li Chunjun possesses vast sword energy. Unless a group of people surround him, Li Chunjun can escape even if he is defeated.

And Xuanyuan Jing also has one of the most precious treasures of Renren sect, the Mountain and River Fan, which is enough to protect himself.

Zhao Wujiang could clearly feel that in this ruined cave, his spiritual energy and demonic energy flowed much faster.

In order to obtain the inheritance, he needed to kill the monks from the opposite camp, but he was in no hurry to do so now, nor did he choose to jump off the stone statue's mouth and head to the battlefield below.

Now it is not bad to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and then take action to reap the benefits later.

Zhao Wujiang had a good idea, but he was discovered by the sharp-eyed monk.

Someone in the melee below yelled:

"Look at the lips of the Taotie statue! How did Zhao Wuxu get there?"

"Lu Xiaojin has been searching for him, but he didn't expect him to hide inside the Taotie statue!"

"After entering the cave, Zhao Wuyang evaporated out of thin air. Now it seems that he probably used some kind of escape technique."

"He is a slippery boy. He hid when he knew he had offended Lu Xiaojin."

"..."

"Lu Xiaojin, Zhao Wuyang is at the Taotie Statue!"

"Lu Xiaojin, if you find Zhao Wuyan, come quickly!"

"Discover Zhao Wuyan!"

"Discover Zhao Wuyan!"

The crowd fought endlessly and discussed endlessly.

A black light appeared on the horizon, and billowing dust and smoke flew across the ground, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Lu Xiaojin was dressed in a black dress, her features were as cold as frost, and she held a dark and long sickle in her hand and said coldly:

"Where is Zhao Wuyang?"

"Senior Sister Lu, let's go this way." Li Xuantong of Butian Pavilion nodded and bowed, pointing to Zhao Wuyan on the Taotie statue.

He originally thought he would not be able to find Zhao Wuhuang, but he did not expect that he would find Zhao Wuhuang without any effort at all. He actually found Zhao Wuhuang's figure on the Taotie statue.

But he was a little strange. Since Zhao Wuyang wanted to hide, he should hide honestly. Why did he suddenly appear?

But this is not important to him anymore, what is important is that Zhao Wuxu suffers a serious blow.

As long as Lu Xiaojin takes action, there is absolutely no possibility of Zhao Wuyan escaping.

It just depends on whether Lu Xiaojin can kill him or not.

Lu Xiaojin nodded indifferently, looked at Zhao Wuyan who was high up, hummed softly, bloomed like a black lotus, stepped forward, and flew towards the Taotie statue.
Chapter completed!