Chapter 1232: inherited

The first thousand two hundred and thirty-three chapters of inheritance

"who are you?"

Zhuo Bufan didn't relax his vigilance because of the other party's few words, but instead injected the whole body's true essence into the Ice Emperor Rain Sword. When the other party had any changes, he would immediately launch his strongest attack.

"Little guy, I said... You are not my opponent, and I will not harm you."

After the figure shrouded in the black robe kept getting closer, Zhuo Bufan felt that the aura condensed all over his body was showing signs of faint disintegration.

bad!

On Zhuo Bufan’s determined face, there was a look of horror. The other side stood in front of him, just like an ordinary person facing an endless sea, which actually caused people to rise without resistance. a feeling of.

This feeling made Dezhuo Bufan's face slightly pale.

The person shrouded in black robe in front of him is actually a horrible cultivation base of the Jindan stage. The breath that naturally exudes makes people feel heavy pressure. If the breath on the body erupts wantonly, then, even if No need to act, Zhuo Bufan would also be seriously injured, this is the suppression of the level.

After the innate is the pill condensing stage, and if you can’t condense the golden pill during the cultivation to the pill condensing stage, then a monk’s path to immortality will stop here. It is conceivable that the pill condensing stage and the real golden pill The gap is so huge, and the opponent crushed his two major levels, even if Zhuo Bufan had many immortal techniques and secret treasures, he would have no resistance in front of the Golden Cage cultivator.

It's like an ant, no matter how strong it is, it can only be trampled to death by one foot in front of a giant elephant. This is a biological law and no one can change it.

"Oh? The first grade of spirit weapon also carries a dual-attribute sword, not bad, not bad!"

The man in the black robe seemed to have noticed the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand. He couldn't help but glanced at it and praised it.

"Senior, I don't know why you are looking for me?" Zhuo Bufan's aura was reduced, and he cried respectfully.

"Senior, haha...you little guy...sly!"

The man in the black robe let out a sharp laugh, which made people's souls feel a kind of coldness.

Facing a guy two levels higher than himself, Zhuo Bufan had no chance of winning. He could only take one step at a time and see what his plan was.

"I am the head of the Jiuxing Sect. I have been cultivating here. Unfortunately, my life will be exhausted. No one can pass on the secret method of my life. I want to accept you as my disciple and take over my inheritance. Are you willing? "

The black robe man put his hands behind his back, and there was a faint gray black mist around his body, like a smart little snake, spinning around him.

Zhuo Bufan lowered his head, and his black eyes wandered around, seeming to be thinking.

"Oh, why, are you still not willing?"

The voice of the black-robed man was faintly irritated.

"Of course I am willing. The inheritance of seniors is the conviction that I can only cultivate in a few generations." Zhuo Bufan immediately saluted. Although he said so, his heart was thinking quickly, a mere Jin Dan. A monk in the previous life, the golden gallbladder stage he shot dead in the previous life was calculated with'ten thousand', when did he put this kind of person in his eyes.

What's more, the other party will accept him as a disciple as soon as he arrives. There is a faint taste of conspiracy in this.

"But Senior, I don't quite understand one thing. There are still a few people who accompanied me into the prison tower in this town. Why did Senior look at me?"

Zhuo Bufan raised his head, his face was slightly confused.

"Because they are all too weak, your talent is good, and your foundation is good. I naturally want to accept you as an apprentice and carry forward my star gate in the future." The black robe man said coldly, a little displeased.

"Then I'm so lucky."

There was a touch of'excitement' on Zhuo Bufan's face, and this touch of excitement fell into the eyes of the black-robed man, making the black-robed man also laugh, and it seemed that it was because of this little guy's wiseness. happy.

at this time.

Zhuo Bufan also saw the man's true face. It was a thin face with dark and sunken eye sockets, clear cheeks, and the skin on his face was pale from ordinary people.

"I know that you are here to find the radiance of stars in the prison tower to practice. There are many radiances of stars in my place. Come with me."

The black-robed man said, without waiting for Zhuo Bufan to speak, the gray-black mist surrounding the black-robed man wrapped Zhuo Bufan like a pike, instantly turned into a black light, and flew towards the top of his head quickly.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, but there was some anxiety in his mind. The opponent was completely crushing his existence in terms of strength. There was no possibility for him to escape by force. Then, he could only follow the black-robed man and look for opportunities to escape. .

He wouldn't believe that this black-robed man with a ghastly temperament would be the head of the nine-star gate, and he would not pass on the nine-star gate to him because of his ‘talent’.

It has been the fifth year since he came to Lanxing, Zhuo Bufan has never encountered a strong man who made him so jealous, which made him gradually forget the cruel rules of the cultivation world-the weak eat the strong, the strong respect!

When confronted with this black robe man, De Zhuo Bufan felt his own insignificance. He once thought that this was already the Age of Doom on Blue Star, and there would be no existence beyond the Golden Core period, but he did not expect that in There is actually an old monster with a golden age in these places.

In the ear, the wind howled.

"Senior, where is this place?"

Finally stopped, Zhuo Bufan blinked his eyes and looked around. This place was obviously different from the other floors in the tower.

"This is the nineteenth floor of the Prison Tower. Since the establishment of the Jiuxing Gate, only two people can reach the nineteenth floor." The black-robed man put Zhuo Bufan down, a conceited tone of arrogance in his tone.

Zhuo Bufan thought secretly.

The strength of the monsters and phantom beasts that exist on each layer of the prison tower will show an increasing state, so if you want to rush to the nineteenth floor of the prison tower, perhaps only the powerhouse of the golden age can reach it.

"What's the situation with Jiuxingmen now?"

The black-robed man relaxed, he didn't seem to be worried about Zhuo Bufan's escape, and asked.

"Senior, the nine-star gate is gone, there is no nine-star gate in the world." Zhuo Bufan said slowly.

"What? What did you say, the nine-star gate is gone?"

The black-robed man suddenly roared like crazy, and the violent aura surging from his body made Zhuo Bufan have to lift the aura in his body to resist. Even so, it made De Zhuo Bufan have a flat boat sailing in the sea. The feeling of encountering a strong wind.

The black-robed man seemed to have noticed something, and he said in a deep voice, "I have been practicing in the jail tower since I founded the Jiuxing Gate. Who is it? I dare to kill my Jiuxing Gate, I must go out to take revenge!"

Zhuo Bufan remained silent, if the other party could go out, he would definitely not stay in this ghost place forever.