As he stepped into the door, Jiajun subconsciously thought he would see a magnificent hall, but the scene in front of him stunned him.
In the hanging palace, there is a space separated from the outside world. Stepping into the gate is like walking into another world. This place is also vast and dark, you can vaguely see several starlights. The earth is deserted, which is exactly the opposite of the lively world outside the gate.
In the distance, hundreds of golden spires radiating golden light attracted Jiajun's attention. These spires are also the only buildings in the world. They stand on the barren land, with an inexplicable and strong aura lingering on it.
"Are those spires the place where the inheritance is?" The magic power in the whole body could be called, and Jiajun flew over.
There are a total of seventy-seven stone round spires, each with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet and a height of nearly a thousand feet. Jiajun's small man stood in front of these huge spires, making him look particularly small.
"It's strange, the seventy-seven spire towers, why do some towers have powerful pressure, while others have no breath?" The spiritual sense swept over, and he couldn't see through what was in the tower, but about half of the seventy towers had no breath, just like ordinary stone buildings. Nearly half of the towers exuded a majestic aura.
"Swoosh!"
Just as Jiajun was confused, a shocking geek flashed, and the light disappeared, and an old man and a little boy appeared in front of him.
Hey, who are these people?
Jiajun was stunned for a moment and didn't expect to meet others here. Shouldn't this place be a place of inheritance that can only be entered through trials?
The little boy looks about the same size as him, and looks particularly handsome. Judging from his gorgeous and exquisite dress, he should be the young master of a big force.
The old man had an average appearance and was very tall and strong. Although he had long white hair, he still looked energetic. After seeing Jiajun, the old man was stunned, then changed into a deliberate and kind smile and walked towards him quickly.
"Little brother, which aristocratic family are you from? We are the children of the Shangguan family of the Ninth Xuantian. This is Shangguan Fan, the heir of the 92nd generation of the patriarch of our clan, and the master of the Spirit Talisman Immortal. This is the first time our aristocratic family has obtained the inheritance quota. It is really fortunate to meet the little brother here!"
While the old man spoke, he quickly winked at the little boy beside him. The little boy looked at him in confusion. After seeing the old man's wink, he immediately stepped forward and bowed to Jiajun, "Good luck! We can meet in the Holy Land of the Heritage. Is it really a fate. Brothers are also the ninth Xuantian's **?"
"This... I am not the ninth Xuantian's **, but I am indeed here to accept the inheritance." Many thoughts emerged in Jiajun's mind. How could the Jingyu Palace send him to the ninth Xuantian?
The child in front of him should also be an uninspired monk, and he could not see the cultivation of the old man next to him, so he had to be cautious. After thinking quickly, Jiajun decided to answer in a few words in an unclear way.
"When do you two plan to start?" The topic changed and avoided many questions. He turned his eyes to the spire, looking anxious to start.
"Haha, it's not too late. This inheritance depends on the physical condition. It will take no time to complete it." The old man's eyes lit up for some reason, and the smile on his face added a little. "My little brother must have good physical condition. It will definitely take a long time to accept the inheritance. I will not delay you anymore. Let's talk after you come out!"
As he said that, he glanced at Shangguan Fan again, "There are 77 copies of the Huayu inheritance. Although each copy is exactly the same, the things that different people can get are all different. After a while, Fan's inheritance is over, and we will wait for the little brothers to come out here. You can communicate with each other and exchange experiences of the inheritance, which will definitely be of great benefit!"
"Okay! Please, the two of you first!" Jiajun smiled lightly, but he stood there without moving.
"You little brother, you're welcome. Nearly half of the inheritance towers are left to use, so we will choose one at will!" The old man nodded with a laugh, turned around and walked towards a spire with his majestic aura.
"Fan'er, this time we meet the upper world**, our aristocratic family will have great luck. You will have to exchange your experiences with him later and make friends with him as much as possible!" As he walked towards the spire, the old man's spiritual sense blocked his voice and quickly gave instructions to the little boy.
"Elder, how do you know that he is the upper world**? Also, why would I come out before him?" The boy seemed a little dissatisfied.
"Silly boy! In the low-end plane of the Ninth Xuantian, who can get the inheritance order except our Shangguan family?" the old man scolded, "Even we have devoted the entire clan's power to this inheritance order! This child comes here to receive inheritance alone, and there is not even an elder to accompany him. It is only possible that those high-level Xuantians with a lot of inheritance orders will appear! Each of their high-level Xuantians has the highest talent, so how can you compare? You still want to compare him later, don't be foolish!"
"Okay..." the little boy said angrily, "What should I do?"
"Don't forget your identity. The Shangguan family will be handed over to you to manage in the future. Getting to know ** of this level is very important to our family! Although the high-level Xuantian cultivators are disdainful to go to the lower realm, they often have power in the lower level planes. You have to take advantage of the opportunity to communicate with him later..."
Jiajun looked at their every move thoughtfully. After the old man sent the boy under the tower, he asked the boy to put his palms on a strange circular pattern in front of the tower. In the blink of an eye, a force of space flashed by, and the boy disappeared without a trace.
"Is this how to start inheritance?" Jiajun's heart was clear, and he walked to the bottom of another spire according to his will. "What did the Palace Master do? How could I meet the people from the Ninth Xuantian?"
Taking a deep breath, he also placed his palms on the pattern.
"Boom..." A sound of shaking mountains came into Jiajun's mind, and his body was instantly teleported into the tower.
Before he could see the surroundings clearly, he was attracted by a strange sound.
When I first came in, the tower was pitch black, but in the dark, bursts of strange and wonderful sounds sounded.
"Drip...buzz...wuwu..." Various tones combined, like insects, birds singing, like waves hitting the coast, like the beginning of sunset melting ice and snow... These strange and mysterious sounds made him feel extremely comfortable, as if with this hearing, Jiajun could feel a clear and perfect world that emerged in front of him. (To be continued.)