The owner's departure has a huge impact on the child.
The most direct point is that without this powerful backer, his stable and continuous source of evil thoughts would never be able to continue to be preserved.
Even he himself will be swallowed by those long-hate ghosts because of the various benefits he has gained over the years relying on his master.
In this case, there is only one way to solve the upcoming dilemma, or even desperate situation.
That is...become the inheritor of the master!
But when the child was brave enough to test it tactfully, the master was not angry or agreed. He said calmly: You have a bad fortune.
The huge loss swept the child's heart. He calmed down and put forward the second requirement: The slave was fortunate to serve his master for thousands of years. The master was about to leave. The slave could not continue to follow him, and he could not redeem him for death.
I also asked the master to give me a name to remember the fate of the master and servant.
The master said casually: You were sent by Nisang to serve me, so you call me...Sang.
Thank you for your name!The child, no, he should be called Sang. Sang suppressed all emotions and knelt down and thanked him.
It seems that because of the name, and because after all, I have served myself for thousands of years, the master also had some talent to Sang when he was leaving, and said a few more words: You can't go with me, but I still have a mission to give it to you, so you can take good care of my inheritance.
When my inheritor arrives in the future, or he can bring you with you, and one day, see me again.
Sang Ban asked for advice: Master, what kind of ability can be the inheritor of Master?
The master shook his head slightly, without saying in detail, and just said: Then, you will know when you see him.
Then, the master waved his hand and blocked the entire Tianwai Island and left.
Never come back.
Sang was trapped on Tianwai Island, waiting for the inheritor whom he would know when he saw it.
He was extremely unwilling to give up. After confirming that the master would not come back, he finally couldn't help but start to use all his skills to plan for the master's inheritance.
But just started, the curse came.
In the dark, his fate was instantly broken, and he had to maintain his existence and power through sacrifices one after another.
In order to preserve power, Sang had to reduce his actions. Even if he had to take action, he was careful to use every power.
Even so, the curse is getting worse and worse.
Through continuous attempts and sacrifices, when the Twelve Cities were almost completely destroyed, Sang finally found a way to steal the inheritance of his master.
Then, instead of choosing the people from the Twelve Cities, he directly spread the foundation-building method of heaven in the inheritance of his master.
On those days, Sang stood on the island, quietly feeling the bloody smell brought by the sea breeze, which became stronger and stronger every day.
The emotions of resentment, jealousy and hatred rushed towards him like a tide, making him feel extremely happy and full of expectations.
Finally, a young man named Han Sigu entered the island with a long sword named Blood River...
Sang was observing the other party in the dark. This cultivator who won by the genius of the nine major sects in the same realm, his qualifications, talents, nature, means, and strength are the best choices in this world.
The arrogance and confidence that is almost natural and destined to be above others is something that Mulberry, who has been slaves for thousands of years, cannot be possessed.
This is the inheritor the master is looking for!
But he did not recognize the other party as the new leader. He felt the jealousy and his expression gradually became cold.
He allowed Han Sigu to take away the foundation-building inheritance of the way of heaven.
Anyway, Sang has wiped out all the information in the inheritance except the foundation-building method.
At that time, whether Han Sigu succeeds or curses ghosts, the inheritors who come to the island again will face the trap he has carefully prepared...
This kind of genius' fate, essence, blood, and path... will give Sang an unprecedented rebirth and freedom.
The years of this life passed by Sang in a flash:
When I was young, my family was full of malice and greed care...
The fear and grievances of riding all the way by raft alone...
Become a hatred after the deceased...
The fear and caution of serving the master...
The resentment and reluctance after missing the inheritance...
Planning for thousands of years...
He was once full of confidence, he was once confident, he was once confident... but in the end, he still lost.
The restrictions and curses of Tianwai Island were quickly eliminated, and Sang's power suddenly declined, and his body became increasingly weak.
It seemed as if I had just realized that I was already a ghost, and I burst into tears due to the abandonment and betrayal of my family. The origin was lost, as if it was like a silhouette.
However, unwillingness and anger are like a volcano erupting, full of boiling.
Sang angrily opened his eyes and roared: I don’t accept it!Not convinced!Not convinced!!!
Why is I not at fault, but because of my parents' ignorance, I was treated as a sacrifice when I was young and became a ghost?!
Why did I serve my master carefully for thousands of years, and I have never rewarded a complete set of martial arts, but I have to keep my supreme inheritance, wait for the inexplicable inheritor to come, and still have to continue to be a cow and a horse in order to see him again?!
I just want to take his inheritance myself and one day I will see him myself!!
I want to tell him that if I am not qualified to accept his inheritance, there will be no one else in this world!!
In the hysterical roar, Sang's entire body expanded rapidly, and he was about to explode!
Since you have lost, let’s take the entire Tianwai Island to bury them together.
He is dead, and the young master can't live!
But at this moment, a clear and clear sword tip instantly penetrated his body.
Countless runes on Wanxuan Branch suddenly lit up, interrupting his self-destruction. Before Sang could react more, Qiao Ciguang took action wildly.
The flying sword was cut like a waterfall. As the moon blade flew, the buzzing sound was like the cicadas in midsummer. The sound of cutting the soul body was endless. Sang finally couldn't support it and made a sharp soul roar!
Qiao Ciguang instantly felt as if several sharp blades were stabbed into his mind, and blood flowed through his seven orifices, and his face was pale in an instant.
But she did not retreat but advanced, and her actions became more and more swift and violent.
The soul bodies were scattered like snowflakes, and then there were soul bones, soul blood, eyes, soul teeth, heads...
Finally, as the last toe was cut into powder, mulberry scattered all over the ground with Qiao Ciguang as the center.
After two short breaths, the mulberry was destroyed.
It's gone.
Qiao Ciguang finally stopped. She was gasping for breath, but there was no sign of revenge on her face. The water in her eyes was shimmering. When she flashed, she suddenly turned around and rushed towards the direction where the junior sisters chased Pei Ling.
But just after taking a few steps, the thick fog around him disappeared, and the eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator was no longer hindered, and in an instant he could see the vast sea area around him.
Here, it is no longer near the market. The sea water is as black as ink and gloomy as it is... This is where the deep sea is!
The most direct point is that without this powerful backer, his stable and continuous source of evil thoughts would never be able to continue to be preserved.
Even he himself will be swallowed by those long-hate ghosts because of the various benefits he has gained over the years relying on his master.
In this case, there is only one way to solve the upcoming dilemma, or even desperate situation.
That is...become the inheritor of the master!
But when the child was brave enough to test it tactfully, the master was not angry or agreed. He said calmly: You have a bad fortune.
The huge loss swept the child's heart. He calmed down and put forward the second requirement: The slave was fortunate to serve his master for thousands of years. The master was about to leave. The slave could not continue to follow him, and he could not redeem him for death.
I also asked the master to give me a name to remember the fate of the master and servant.
The master said casually: You were sent by Nisang to serve me, so you call me...Sang.
Thank you for your name!The child, no, he should be called Sang. Sang suppressed all emotions and knelt down and thanked him.
It seems that because of the name, and because after all, I have served myself for thousands of years, the master also had some talent to Sang when he was leaving, and said a few more words: You can't go with me, but I still have a mission to give it to you, so you can take good care of my inheritance.
When my inheritor arrives in the future, or he can bring you with you, and one day, see me again.
Sang Ban asked for advice: Master, what kind of ability can be the inheritor of Master?
The master shook his head slightly, without saying in detail, and just said: Then, you will know when you see him.
Then, the master waved his hand and blocked the entire Tianwai Island and left.
Never come back.
Sang was trapped on Tianwai Island, waiting for the inheritor whom he would know when he saw it.
He was extremely unwilling to give up. After confirming that the master would not come back, he finally couldn't help but start to use all his skills to plan for the master's inheritance.
But just started, the curse came.
In the dark, his fate was instantly broken, and he had to maintain his existence and power through sacrifices one after another.
In order to preserve power, Sang had to reduce his actions. Even if he had to take action, he was careful to use every power.
Even so, the curse is getting worse and worse.
Through continuous attempts and sacrifices, when the Twelve Cities were almost completely destroyed, Sang finally found a way to steal the inheritance of his master.
Then, instead of choosing the people from the Twelve Cities, he directly spread the foundation-building method of heaven in the inheritance of his master.
On those days, Sang stood on the island, quietly feeling the bloody smell brought by the sea breeze, which became stronger and stronger every day.
The emotions of resentment, jealousy and hatred rushed towards him like a tide, making him feel extremely happy and full of expectations.
Finally, a young man named Han Sigu entered the island with a long sword named Blood River...
Sang was observing the other party in the dark. This cultivator who won by the genius of the nine major sects in the same realm, his qualifications, talents, nature, means, and strength are the best choices in this world.
The arrogance and confidence that is almost natural and destined to be above others is something that Mulberry, who has been slaves for thousands of years, cannot be possessed.
This is the inheritor the master is looking for!
But he did not recognize the other party as the new leader. He felt the jealousy and his expression gradually became cold.
He allowed Han Sigu to take away the foundation-building inheritance of the way of heaven.
Anyway, Sang has wiped out all the information in the inheritance except the foundation-building method.
At that time, whether Han Sigu succeeds or curses ghosts, the inheritors who come to the island again will face the trap he has carefully prepared...
This kind of genius' fate, essence, blood, and path... will give Sang an unprecedented rebirth and freedom.
The years of this life passed by Sang in a flash:
When I was young, my family was full of malice and greed care...
The fear and grievances of riding all the way by raft alone...
Become a hatred after the deceased...
The fear and caution of serving the master...
The resentment and reluctance after missing the inheritance...
Planning for thousands of years...
He was once full of confidence, he was once confident, he was once confident... but in the end, he still lost.
The restrictions and curses of Tianwai Island were quickly eliminated, and Sang's power suddenly declined, and his body became increasingly weak.
It seemed as if I had just realized that I was already a ghost, and I burst into tears due to the abandonment and betrayal of my family. The origin was lost, as if it was like a silhouette.
However, unwillingness and anger are like a volcano erupting, full of boiling.
Sang angrily opened his eyes and roared: I don’t accept it!Not convinced!Not convinced!!!
Why is I not at fault, but because of my parents' ignorance, I was treated as a sacrifice when I was young and became a ghost?!
Why did I serve my master carefully for thousands of years, and I have never rewarded a complete set of martial arts, but I have to keep my supreme inheritance, wait for the inexplicable inheritor to come, and still have to continue to be a cow and a horse in order to see him again?!
I just want to take his inheritance myself and one day I will see him myself!!
I want to tell him that if I am not qualified to accept his inheritance, there will be no one else in this world!!
In the hysterical roar, Sang's entire body expanded rapidly, and he was about to explode!
Since you have lost, let’s take the entire Tianwai Island to bury them together.
He is dead, and the young master can't live!
But at this moment, a clear and clear sword tip instantly penetrated his body.
Countless runes on Wanxuan Branch suddenly lit up, interrupting his self-destruction. Before Sang could react more, Qiao Ciguang took action wildly.
The flying sword was cut like a waterfall. As the moon blade flew, the buzzing sound was like the cicadas in midsummer. The sound of cutting the soul body was endless. Sang finally couldn't support it and made a sharp soul roar!
Qiao Ciguang instantly felt as if several sharp blades were stabbed into his mind, and blood flowed through his seven orifices, and his face was pale in an instant.
But she did not retreat but advanced, and her actions became more and more swift and violent.
The soul bodies were scattered like snowflakes, and then there were soul bones, soul blood, eyes, soul teeth, heads...
Finally, as the last toe was cut into powder, mulberry scattered all over the ground with Qiao Ciguang as the center.
After two short breaths, the mulberry was destroyed.
It's gone.
Qiao Ciguang finally stopped. She was gasping for breath, but there was no sign of revenge on her face. The water in her eyes was shimmering. When she flashed, she suddenly turned around and rushed towards the direction where the junior sisters chased Pei Ling.
But just after taking a few steps, the thick fog around him disappeared, and the eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator was no longer hindered, and in an instant he could see the vast sea area around him.
Here, it is no longer near the market. The sea water is as black as ink and gloomy as it is... This is where the deep sea is!
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