Chapter 112 Flame Dragon Palace!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as Lei Dong finished speaking, Lei Ming beside him flashed with brilliance in his eyes, and instantly took the lead and flew into the inheritance palace.
Behind him, Jiang Yunhe and the Ninth Prince, as well as several of the Ninth Prince's martial arts guards, followed closely and entered the inheritance palace.
"The inheritance palace is open, go in quickly!"
"The martial arts inheritance, I'm determined!"
"Hahaha... This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I must enter the martial arts holy land!"
Everyone was extremely excited and excited, and they all jumped up and flew towards the palace.
Su Chen flew into the sky with his sword, taking Lin Qingqing, Jun Ziling and Zhao Xu with him, and followed everyone and soared into the sky.
"Little guy, if you can get the martial arts inheritance, sister will accept you as a disciple!"
At this moment, Luo Xuan's voice sounded in Su Chen's ears.
Su Chen's eyes lit up, and then he smiled at Luo Xuan and said, "It's a deal!"
Soon, everyone entered the inheritance palace.
Only the three martial emperors, Lin Ruowei, Yuan Haoran and several other martial kings were left outside.
"Sister Luo, you seem to be very optimistic about Su Chen. Do you really want to take him as your disciple?"
Yuan Haoran stood beside Luo Xuan and asked curiously.
"That kid is interesting, and he has an extremely powerful sword intent. It should be the opportunity he just got in the secret realm! But it's not that easy to become my disciple. You have to pass my test first!"
Luo Xuan smiled slightly.
Yuan Haoran was silent for a moment, and said, "Is this inheritance palace a test for him?"
"I guess so! Lei Dong's grandson Lei Ming is not weak. If he can snatch the martial saint inheritance from Lei Ming, even if I take him as my disciple, it's not impossible!"
Luo Xuan smiled.
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Flame Dragon Palace!
Three large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the ancient palace.
The golden clouds were dazzling, and the dragon's might was pervasive, which made people feel awe at first sight.
"It is indeed the inheritance of the Yanlong Martial Saint!"
Su Chen looked at the three ancient characters of Yanlong Palace and understood.
Lei Ming, Jiang Yunhe, the Ninth Prince and others had already entered the Yanlong Palace first.
Everyone rushed in one after another.
Soon, only Su Chen and the other four were left outside the inheritance palace.
"Brother Su Chen, I feel that those three characters are very familiar, as if there is some mystery!"
Lin Qingqing's eyes showed a trace of confusion, pointing to the three characters of Yanlong Palace and said slowly.
"Familiar? Princess, activate your own blood and see what you may sense!"
Su Chen's heart moved.
He was not in a hurry to enter the Yanlong Palace.
Lin Qingqing is the descendant of the bloodline of the Flame Dragon Martial Saint. Now that she has come here, perhaps Lin Qingqing can feel the true inheritance of the Flame Dragon Martial Saint.
He does not think that the inheritance of the Martial Saint can be obtained casually in the Flame Dragon Palace.
He knows very well that many people died in the place where the Flame Dragon Martial Saint inherited his legacy in his previous life.
The Flame Dragon Martial Saint selects inheritors, not just some scatterbrained boy.
"Okay!"
Lin Qingqing nodded obediently.
Then, she urged the bloodline aura of her whole body, and a faint dragon power permeated from her body, making her whole person more majestic.
Buzz!
At the same time, the three ancient characters of the Flame Dragon Palace hummed and vibrated, and the blazing rays of light bloomed,
as if they formed some kind of strange resonance with the bloodline aura of Lin Qingqing.
"Sure enough, there is another mystery!"
A gleam of brilliance flashed in Su Chen's eyes, and he understood it in his heart.
Ang!
The three ancient characters of Yanlong Palace glowed brighter and brighter, until the divine light roared, the dragon's might spread, and turned into a strange vortex.
"Brother Su Chen, I feel like something is calling me in that vortex!"
Lin Qingqing said to Su Chen.
"Let's go!"
Su Chen's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he instantly flew on his sword, taking Lin Qingqing, Jun Ziling and Zhao Xu with him, and flew into the vortex.
The light was bright in front of him, and the ancient dragon roar sounded, making people's blood boil.
Then, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, and Su Chen and the other four appeared in an ancient and mysterious palace.
This palace was extremely wide.
On the huge dragon pillars, there were red dragons carved, which looked lifelike and exuded a powerful dragon's might, as if they were about to be resurrected at any time.
In the center, there was a huge blood pool, in which blood-colored light surged, looking mysterious.
"My descendant, you are here!"
At this moment, an ancient and vicissitudes of life voice sounded.
Above the blood pool, blood light rose, and red clouds intertwined, gradually forming a middle-aged man with silver hair, a tall figure, and wearing a dragon robe.
The red glow around him formed a dragon shape, coiling around him, and emitting ancient dragon roars.
"Are you... are you my ancestor?"
Lin Qingqing's eyes flashed, and she asked curiously.
She instinctively felt that the middle-aged man in the dragon robe in front of her was very kind, as if there was a feeling of blood connection, which made her unconsciously feel trustful.
"The remnant soul of the Martial Saint?"
Su Chen's heart was shocked, and he immediately recognized it.
The middle-aged man in the dragon robe in front of him was a remnant soul left by a Martial Saint. The terrifying pressure was like the mighty power of heaven, which made people breathless.
Jun Ziling and Zhao Xu were also pale.
Except for Lin Qingqing, who looked normal.
The identity of the middle-aged man in the dragon robe was about to be revealed.
Yanlong Martial Saint!
Su Chen did not expect that Yanlong Martial Saint actually left a remnant soul in this inheritance palace.