触摸柔软的皮肤

The master's departure had a huge impact on the children.

The most direct point was that without this powerful backer, his stable and continuous source of evil thoughts could not be preserved.

Even he himself would be devoured by those ghosts who had been jealous of him for a long time because of the various benefits he had gained from his master over the years.

Under such circumstances, there was only one way to solve the upcoming predicament, or even a desperate situation.

And that was ... To become master's successor!

However, when the child mustered up the courage to tactfully test him, the master did not get angry, nor did he agree. He calmly said, " "You don't have enough fate."

A huge sense of loss swept through the child's heart. He steadied his mind and made a second request."This servant has been fortunate enough to serve master for thousands of years. Master is about to leave, and this servant can not continue to follow you. Even if I die ten thousand times, I will not be able to redeem myself."

"Master, please give me a name so that I can remember the fate between master and servant."

"You were sent by Sisang to serve me," the master said casually,"you shall be called ... Sisang."

"Thank you for the name, master!" The child, no, he should be called sang. Sang suppressed all his emotions and knelt down to thank him.

Perhaps because of the name, or perhaps because he had served him for thousands of years, before his master left, he felt some pity for sang and said a few more words, " "You can't come with me, but I still have a task for you. You have to guard my inheritance well."

&Quot; in the future, when my successor comes, perhaps he can take you with him and meet me again. &Quot;

Sang asked, half unwilling and half asking for instructions, " "Master, what kind of person can become master's successor?"

The master shook his head slightly and did not elaborate. He only said, " "You'll know when you see him."

After that, with a wave of his hand, the master sealed off the entire ethereal Island and left.

He never came back.

Sang was trapped on the ethereal Island, waiting for the inheritor that he would know once he met him.

He was extremely unwilling to give up. After confirming that his master would not return, he finally could not hold back and began to use all sorts of methods to scheme for his master's inheritance.

However, just as he made his move, the curse descended.

In the unseen world, his life Providence was instantly shattered. He had to go through one sacrifice after another in order to maintain his existence and power.

In order to preserve his strength, sang had no choice but to reduce his attacks. Even if he was forced to do so, he would still use every bit of his strength carefully.

Even so, the curse was getting more and more serious.

Sang kept trying and offering sacrifices. When the 12 cities were almost completely destroyed, he finally found a way to steal his master's inheritance.

Then, he did not choose the people of the 12 cities. Instead, he directly spread the heaven-Dao Foundation establishment technique in his master's inheritance.

In those days, sang stood on the island, quietly feeling the smell of blood brought by the sea breeze. It grew stronger by the day.

Resentment, jealousy, and loathing flooded into him, making him feel extremely carefree and full of anticipation.

In the end, a young man named han sigu entered the island, holding a long sword named 'Blood River' and covered in blood ...

Sang was observing him from the dark. This cultivator, who had triumphed over the other nine great sects 'heaven's favorites of the same level, had the best potential, talent, temperament, methods, and strength in this world.

The arrogance and self-confidence that he was born with was something that sang, who had been a slave for thousands of years, could never have.

This was the inheritor that master was looking for!

However, he did not acknowledge him as his new master. As he felt the gnawing of jealousy, sang's expression gradually turned cold.

He had allowed han sigu to take the heaven-Dao Foundation establishment inheritance.

In any case, sang had already erased all information from the inheritance, except for the foundation building technique.

At that time, regardless of whether han sigu succeeded or cursed ghost succeeded, the inheritors who came to the island again would face the trap he had carefully prepared.

The life Providence, blood essence, and Dao path of a top heaven's favorite ... Would grant sang a new life and freedom that he had never experienced before.

The years of his life flashed past sang's eyes.

When he was young, his family was full of evil and greedy love ...

The fear and grievance of drifting on the raft alone ...

The loathing of the dead ...

The fear and caution of serving their master ...

The resentment and unwillingness to lose the inheritance ...

Thousands of years of planning ...

He had once been smug, full of confidence, and confident ... But in the end, he had still lost.

The restrictions and curses of the ethereal Island were quickly being removed. Sang's power was also weakening. His body was becoming fainter and fainter.

It was as if he had returned to the moment when he had just realized that he was already a ghost. He had shed tears of sadness because of his family's abandonment and betrayal. His essence had been lost, and he had been like a silhouette.

However, his unwillingness and anger were like an erupting volcano.

Sang's eyes widened in anger and he roared,"I refuse to accept this!" I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"

&Quot; why am I not in the wrong, but because of my parents 'ignorance, I was treated as a sacrifice when I was young and became a ghost?! &Quot;

&Quot; I've served my master for thousands of years, but my master didn't even give me a complete set of cultivation methods. Instead, he asked me to guard his Supreme inheritance and wait for the arrival of an inheritor. I have to continue to work like a horse and a cow before I can see him again! &Quot;

&Quot; I want to take his inheritance myself. One day, I'll go and see him myself!! &Quot;

&Quot; I'm going to tell him that if I don't have the right to accept his legacy, there will be no one else in this world!! &Quot;

As he roared hysterically, sang's body expanded rapidly. He was going to self-destruct!

Since he had already lost, he would drag the entire ethereal Island down with him.

He was dead, and the young master could not live either!

However, at this moment, the tip of a sword, which was shining with a clear light, pierced through his body.

The countless runes on the WAN Xuan branch lit up abruptly, forcefully interrupting his self-detonation. Without waiting for sang to react, Qiao ciguang attacked madly.

The flying sword came down like a waterfall. As the moonblade spun, the buzzing sound was like the chirping of cicadas in Midsummer. The sound of the soul being cut was endless. Sang finally could not hold on any longer and let out a sharp soul howl!

Qiao ciguang instantly felt as if several sharp blades had stabbed into his mind. Blood gushed out from his seven orifices, and his face instantly turned pale.

However, she did not retreat. Instead, she advanced, and her attacks became faster and more violent.

Soul after soul was sliced apart by the sharp blade, scattering like snowflakes. After that were soul bones, soul blood, eyes, soul teeth, heads ...

Finally, as the last section of the toe was chopped into fine powder, the Mulberry leaves scattered all over the ground with Qiao ciguang as the center.

After two breaths of time, the mulberry tree turned into ashes.

There was nothing left.

Qiao ciguang finally stopped. She panted heavily, but there was not a hint of joy from having taken revenge on her face. Her eyes were glistening, and in a flash, she had already turned around and ran towards the direction where her junior sisters had chased PEI Ling.

However, he had just taken a few steps when the thick fog around him dissipated. The eyesight of a nascent Soul Stage cultivator was no longer hindered and he could see the vast sea around him in an instant.

This place was no longer near the city square. The sea water was as black as ink and gloomy ... This was where the deep sea was!