The cultivation level is too low and it is not worthy of inheritance.

That domineering word kept ringing in Xuanyuan Hao's mind, and a powerful demonic thought invaded his mind and hurt him. This made Xuanyuan Hao speechless. Since he was not worthy of inheritance, why did he let him come here?

However, it is not difficult to see from this that the powerful person's inner arrogance.

I guess I was an extremely proud person during my lifetime.

However, Xuanyuan Hao believed that he was not bad at talent and was disliked, so he naturally felt uncomfortable. Since entering the ruins, this seemed to be the second time he had been disliked.

When he was in the tomb of weapons, he pulled out the imperial halberd, which was similar to the scene in front of him. The residual soul of the imperial halberd said that Xuanyuan Hao was only 28 years old but only a sixth-rank prince and was not worthy of holding his halberd, so Xuanyuan Hao did not even have the chance to pull out his halberd.

However, what happened later?

Later, in the battlefield of the tomb of weapons, thousands of weapons were heard, and he used them to retreat thousands of powerful people.

The remnant soul of the Human Emperor in the long halberd regrets and chooses the master again.

However, what qualifications does that halberd have to be with Xuanyuan Hao in charge of him?

The others were also stunned, with horror in their eyes. Xuanyuan Hao was not worthy of inheritance, but what about them?

Is it worth it?

Soon, under their eyes, a phantom slowly soared into the air, with magic power surging, and the overwhelming pressure fell from the sky, which was many times stronger than those phantoms of the human emperor.

This is the will of the saint.

Immediately afterwards, the demon saint looked down at the crowd and sighed: "The talent of people in the world is so unbearable. When I was twenty years old, I was in the realm of a great sage, and I was only one step away from the realm of the human emperor. Now that I have fallen for 300,000 years, my will remains here, just to find someone who is suitable for the inheritance of this saint. Ten thousand years ago, all of the thousands of emperors gathered together, and all of them were mediocre. In anger, I killed the thousands of emperors on the steps outside the hall!"

In a rage, he killed Qianhuang on the steps outside the hall.

Upon hearing this, no one present was shocked. Thousands of emperors gathered here a hundred thousand years ago, and it was indeed for the inheritance of the Demon Saint.

When he is angry, he can kill Qianhuang.

this……

Think about it, this is incredible.

This Demon Saint has fallen for 300,000 years ago. He was already a wisp of remnant soul. However, if the remnant soul is angry, it can also kill Thousand Emperors. What a powerful power that destroys the world.

Every human emperor is a hegemon that governs one country in the land of hundreds of countries. For them, they are all powerful people who are out of reach. The residual soul in front of them can kill thousands of emperors with just one thought.

Immediately, the Demon Saint's Remnant Soul continued to sigh: "The only remaining thought of this saint is about to dissipate. This saint does not want to inherit the inheritance and no one can inherit it. He has to force you to enter the palace and have to settle it!"

After saying that, the Demon Saint's deep gaze fell on Xuanyuan Hao again, and suddenly became cold: "Twenty-eight years old, a sixth-grade prince, who is only of this level of cultivation as old as you, and you still want to comprehend the holy intention of this saint, you are not qualified!"

The Demon Saint's Word is unceremonious.

Moreover, you can see through the ages of everyone here at a glance.

Here, Xuanyuan Hao is not only a sixth-grade king, but also the oldest among the eight people. However, his cultivation is the lowest, so in the eyes of the Demon Saint, Xuanyuan Hao is the most mediocre of the eight people, so he said that he is not worthy of inheritance.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Hao looked dark.

"You seven are here!" The Demon Saint glanced at Sword Lord, Xiao Qi, Long Fei and others, and continued: "Everyone chooses a stone statue, give you an hour, and you can comprehend as much as you can. Then, based on the magical powers and magic you have comprehended, the fittest will survive, and the loser will directly teleport outside the hall. The last person left will obtain the inheritance of this saint!"

Wow~

After this statement, the seven people's eyes became sharp.

That is the inheritance of the saints. Although they have never seen the real saints, they have also heard of the rumors that when a saint is angry, they will truly burn the sky and boil the sea. Who doesn’t want the inheritance of such a person?

Nowadays, Xuanyuan Hao is the most miserable person. He is not even qualified to comprehend the stone statue, and he is disliked by the other party.

So I thought to myself, it seems that it is not a good thing to be old.

In the past, when I was in the tomb of weapons, I was disliked because of my age and low cultivation.

So, Xuanyuan Hao spoke: "Since you said I am not worthy of inheritance, then I don't think I need to stay here, so please let me leave here!"

"Want to go out after entering here?" The Demon Saint's Remnant Soul looked down at Xuanyuan Hao and said, "You should always be here to accompany me and be my slave. In the future, my Saint's thoughts will disappear and you will also bury your bones here!"

The voice of the Demon Saint trembled at the hall, which made the other seven people frightened. Xuanyuan Hao was not worthy of inheritance, but he still had to stay here as his slave, accompanying his remnant soul to bury his bones here.

How sad this is.

Moreover, the Demon Saint's words seemed to be a gift to Xuanyuan Hao.

Wow~

Suddenly, a cold light shot out from Xuanyuan Hao's eyes. Although he was weak, he also had dignity and pride. Even if the other party was a saint, he would let Xuanyuan Hao be his slave in one sentence.

Even Xuanyuan Hao was made of mud, he was very angry.

He said coldly: "Your words are too domineering. Since you say that I am not qualified to inherit the inheritance, I will leave, but you let me be your slave. What qualifications do you have? To put it bluntly, you are just a dead person!"

He, Xuanyuan Hao, is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of power.

"Dare you dare to contradict this saint?" The Demon Saint's abyss pupils looked down at Xuanyuan Hao, revealing a hint of surprise. Then a vast demonic power fell directly on Xuanyuan Hao, suppressing Xuanyuan Hao with an extremely terrifying power, causing Xuanyuan Hao's bones to slap.

However, Xuanyuan Hao stood there proudly, still majestic and had no intention of surrendering.

How could a man be so arrogant and strong?

And I saw the Demon Saint continue: "When I was alive, how many people were willing to be my slaves. I never looked down on you, it is your blessing for you!"

Boom ~

The sound fell, and a violent holy power directly knocked Xuanyuan Hao out.

Boom ~

There was another loud noise, and Xuanyuan Hao's burly body hit a stone pillar. Wow~ A big mouthful of blood spurted out, and his expression looked a little ugly.

If you don’t want to be a slave, do you have to kill him?

Xuanyuan Hao stood up, cough cough ~ two sounds, staring at the Demon Saint with deep eyes, he was unyielding. Xuanyuan Hao was a seven-foot man, how could he be a puppet of others and acknowledge others' enslavement?

His Xuanyuan Hao's bones are not that cheap.

"It's okay!" But at this moment, the sword king came to Xuanyuan Hao and stretched out his right hand. Xuanyuan Hao was slightly surprised. In this case, the sword king would probably be hated by the Demon Saint. So in this case, wouldn't it be hopeless for inheritance?
Chapter completed!