Another person sneered, "The great elder insisted on going his own way back then, which led to the current situation where it is difficult to get off the tiger. How can a human bloodline be inherited by my demon clan? It is simply ridiculous!"

A female elder was angry, "I told you not to hand over the first inheritance to him back then. If you had listened to me, why would you do this now?"

"Now, it is no longer time to talk about what happened in the past, but how to solve the current thorny issues."

"Second brother, this is not something we are careless about. It's just that this so-called Holy Son received the inheritance from our clan and has done nothing for so many years. We only know that he has been sent to the human race, but we have no idea what the follow-up situation will be. We have never heard of him in these years.

What state has he reached, let alone his talent, and have the human race forgotten the kindness of our race over the years?"

Several people were about to start a quarrel again. This was a scene that had been repeated frequently in the past.

There was a sudden sound of a sword not far away. It was Li Chen who had raised his sword at some point. When he was meditating on the altar runes, his Yuanli naturally moved. Countless supernatural powers and techniques that he understood were reflected in front of his eyes, supplemented by the runes constructed on the altar.

phantom.

Clang, clank! All the weapons within a radius of dozens of miles, including swords, spears and axes, all vibrated!

The little rabbit girl who was fighting with a wooden sword opened her eyes wide and was taken up to the sky. She didn't understand why the sword in her hand suddenly flew up. When she lowered her head, she realized that her feet were far away from the old man, and she burst into tears.

A group of Snake Tribe teenagers who were practicing Kung Fu, with the swords curled around their tails all standing upright, broke free from the control of the teenagers with a buzzing sound, and then flew in a circle towards the ancestral land.

The Monster Clan, which had been peaceful for many years, saw countless weapons appear in the sky and flew into the ancestral land in a mighty manner. Many clan members flew up and looked at the direction of the ancestral land from a distance, not knowing what was going on.

The elders looked at this scene under their noses, and several people's eyes jumped, "This is the artistic conception of the magical power of the Forgetting Worry Realm."

The second elder was also surprised and confused, "Why is it so complicated?"

What it means to be so complicated is that there seems to be a little bit of the artistic conception of all the techniques, whether it is the sword intention or the magical seal, there is even the charm of the Cheng family's techniques, but none of them seem to be perfect.

The second elder secretly thought: Could this be the path specially arranged for him by the elder? But how can he break through the realm of forgetfulness with this kind of practice?

All the elders were watching this scene with their own thoughts. Some people seized the opportunity to ridicule: "With his practice, he has already reached a certain state. It is difficult for him to hold a big responsibility. How can he be the holy son of my seventy-two demon tribes?"

Before he finished speaking, thousands of visions appeared in the palms of Li Chen's hands not far away. There was a golden bird chirping, and his two eyes were really smart, full of joy of seeing the new world, but they quickly became powerless.

Aging seems to go through a lifetime of birth, old age, illness and death in two breaths, until it suddenly dies and loses a little bit of brilliance.

The elder who just spoke seemed to have been stuck in his throat when he saw this scene, and could no longer speak. He was in the Wangyou realm, so of course he knew what the scene just now represented. It was a natural chasm that countless helpless realms could not cross throughout the ages, and it was the endowment.

The spiritual power in his hands is so dynamic that even if it is separated from the monk's body, it has a life of its own.

After being quiet for a long time, the second elder looked around at everyone and said: "He is only eighteen years old now. With such a talent, he will become Wangyou in time. I know that you are worried about his bloodline, but after all, he was born in our

The demon clan, and in line with the prophecies in the life book left by the ancestors, is the candidate for the Holy Son designated by the great elder over the years. Moreover, he is the bearer of our demon clan's heavenly book and the first inheritance. Once he gives up, all the hard work of so many years will be lost.

It was all in vain, so I have to give him a chance no matter what in this second inheritance."

The second elder made the final decision, and many people were dissatisfied. It was difficult to say anything at this moment.

Not far away, Li Chen was in the middle of many weapons, his figure completely covered, as if he was in a lush forest surrounded by weapons.

These magic soldiers are not worshiping Li Chen. After all, he is not a natural swordsman like Cui Hao. Whenever he goes to the ghost world, there will be magic swords willing to follow him. The scene in front of him is just because the Guming Sword is forged by countless magic soldiers.

I don't know how many years have passed, but today I finally felt the charm of Wangyou Daxiu in the past through Li Chen's hands. Even if it was only one ten thousandth, it was enough to make him happy. So under the joyful sword intention, the swords screamed together, making the demon

Most of the weapons of the clan bowed their heads and appeared in front of Li Chen, creating a huge momentum in the entire demon clan.

Li Chen turned around and said to the elders: "Elders, I haven't seen you for ten years. How are you doing?"

Among the people staring at the ancestral land from a distance, there are many people from the other side or Naihe realm. They have sharp ears and eyes. After listening to Li Chen's greetings, and thinking about it, for many years, there is only the Holy Son who only hears his name but never sees his person.

Matches the number.

Soon after, the news spread to the seventy-two ethnic groups.

On the first day after returning to the Demon Clan, Li Chen raised his sword and unleashed his sword intent. Everyone knew that the Holy Son of the Demon Clan was back.


Chapter completed!