Chapter 391： inherited (2/2)

After sitting down cross-legged.

Peng Qing felt a strange energy enveloping him, and his mind was instantly immersed in it.

From the outside.

A torrent of blood gushed from the ring.

In a flash.

Wrapped Peng Qing and the Weeping Blood Blade, and then turned into a huge blood cocoon, the sky is already faintly buzzing with thunder, it seems that something ominous is happening.

the other side.

With being wrapped in blood cocoons.

Peng Qing found himself entering a world like a sea of ​​blood.

The blood sea surging up below.

Endless souls wailed and screamed in it.

As for the center of the sea of ​​blood, there is a long sword bound by a chain.

Most of the blade was immersed in the sea of ​​blood, only a small part of the blade and the handle were exposed.

But in Peng Qing's view.

This is clearly the enlarged version of the Weeping Blood Blade.

”This is where?”

His body was standing in the void, and Peng Qing's expression was also dignified in doubt.

Standing in the sky above the sea of ​​blood, he could feel an ominous atmosphere all around him.

evil!

Kill!

Even if Peng Qing killed no less than 10,000 people, the killing intent and **** taste accumulated in his heart was like a little witch in front of the sea of ​​blood, and it was not comparable at all.

at this time.

A voice rang from the blood above the sea.

”This is the inheritance space of the sword master!”

”As long as you hold the hilt in the blood sea, you will get the complete inheritance of the sword master!”

The voice is muted.

It is not clear to distinguish the north, east, and west.

In other words, the sound originated from the space itself.

But when he heard this voice, Peng Qing felt a little relieved. After all, coming to such a strange and strange environment would inevitably make people feel uneasy.

It is the appearance of sound.

Let him understand that this place was inherited after completing the mission.

just--

The words of that voice made Peng Qing feel relieved, and his expression was startled.

Master!

It was the first time he heard of this name.

Speaking of.

For so long since receiving the inheritance mission, Peng Qing didn't know who the inheritance he got came from.

When asking the slave slave.

The other party also avoided talking about this, only telling him that when he went to the end, he would naturally understand the identity of the inheritance master.

Until now.

Peng Qing knows.

His inheritance comes from a strong man named Sword Master.

This sword owner may be his real name, but in his opinion, it should be more of a respectable name, or a title.

Master!

Lord of the Knife!

”What a big tone!” Peng Qing couldn't help but secretly said.

But the louder the opponent's tone.

The more he can understand the power of inheritance.

Think again.

Peng Qing had always thought that the knife slave was called the knife slave only because the other party was a servant.

But now I want to come.

Master!

Knife slave!

The identity of the other party is somewhat clear.

Hold the knife handle.

Can be passed on.

Thinking of that voice, after Peng Qing took a deep breath, Shennian Yukong flew towards the long knife inserted in the blood sea.

Stay close to the long knife.

He really saw how huge this long knife was.

It's like a mountain.

Only the small half of the blade exposed to the sea of ​​blood combined with the hilt is twenty to thirty feet long, and the half of the blade directly submerged in the sea of ​​blood is at least four to fifty feet long.

A long knife of nearly one hundred feet.

Peng Qing was a little hard to imagine.

What kind of power can drive such a weapon?

”Just touch your hand on the handle of the knife!”

At this moment, the voice in the blood sea space came again.

Stroking your hand on the handle of the knife?

Hear the words.

Peng Qing got closer again.

At this moment, the lines carved on the handle of the knife had become extremely clear, and every seemingly ordinary line combined with other lines seemed to come to life in his eyes.

That is the texture of seal carving.

It also seems to be a terrible sword technique.

Except besides.

It was more like flowing blood, as if it could completely swallow people in.

No reason.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Peng Qing's heart, and even the hand he was about to reach out stopped.

Bad premonition!

Is there a problem with inheritance?

He was a little hesitant in his mind~~ but then he thought about it.

This is just a game. Although it can affect reality, it cannot erase the fact that it is just a game. No matter what happens in the game, the player is immortal.

Since it will not die.

Then many worries can be thrown away.

Say it again.

In order to complete this task, for two years, I have been searching for the slaughter of monks intermittently, and spent a lot of effort.

The final purpose is only this moment.

It would be too wasteful to just give up just because of a bad premonition.

Thought of this.

Peng Qing's eyes were fierce, and he pressed his palm suddenly.

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