The departure of the owner has a huge impact on the children.

The most direct point is that without this powerful backer, it is impossible to maintain his stable and continuous source of evil thoughts.

Even he himself will be devoured by those ghosts who have been jealous for a long time because of the benefits he has gained from relying on his master over the years.

In this case, there is only one way to solve the impending dilemma, even the desperate situation.

That is... to become the inheritor of the master!

But when the child boldly tried to tactfully test him, the master did not get angry or agree. He calmly said: "You are not destined enough."

A huge loss swept through the child's heart. He stabilized his mind and made a second request: "The slave has been fortunate enough to serve the master for thousands of years. The master will leave. The slave can no longer follow you around, and death will never be redeemed."

"Please also ask the master to give me a name to remember the fate of master and servant."

The master casually said: "You were sent by Guisang to serve me, so please call me... Sang."

"Thank you, Master, for the name!" The child, no, should call him Sang. Sang suppressed all emotions and knelt down to thank him.

It seems that because of the name given to him, and because he has served him for thousands of years, before the master left, he felt some pity for Sang, and rarely said a few more words: "You can't go with me, but I still have

I leave the mission to you, and you will take good care of my inheritance."

"Wait for my successor to arrive in the future, or he can take you with him to see me again one day."

Sang asked half unwillingly and half asking for instructions: "Master, what kind of person can be the inheritor of the master?"

The master shook his head slightly and did not elaborate. He just said: "When the time comes, you will know when you see him."

After that, with a wave of his hand, the owner sealed off the entire outer island and left.

Never came back.

Sang is trapped on Tianwai Island, waiting for the inheritor who will know it when he sees it.

He was extremely unwilling to do so. After confirming that his master would not come back, he finally couldn't hold himself back and began to use all possible means to plot his master's inheritance.

But just as he started, the curse came.

Somehow, his fate was shattered in an instant, and he had to undergo sacrifice after sacrifice to maintain his existence and strength.

In order to preserve his power, Sang had to take fewer shots. Even if he had to take action, he would use every bit of his power carefully.

Even so, the curse became more and more serious.

Through constant attempts and constant sacrifices, Sang finally found a way to steal his master's inheritance when the Twelve Cities were almost completely destroyed.

Then, he did not choose people from the Twelve Cities, but directly spread the Heavenly Dao Foundation-building method passed down by his master.

In those days, Sang stood on the island, quietly feeling the bloody smell brought by the sea breeze, which became stronger day by day.

Resentment, jealousy, and hatred surged toward him, making him feel extremely happy and full of expectations.

Finally, a young man named Han Sigu entered the island covered in blood with a long sword named "Blood River"...

Sang observed the other party in the dark. This monk who was the best among the nine major sects had the qualifications, talent, character, methods, and strength to be the best in this world.

That kind of arrogance and self-confidence that is almost natural and is destined to be the highest among people. Sang, who has been a slave for thousands of years, cannot have it at all.

This is the inheritor that the master is looking for!

But he did not recognize the other party as his new master. Feeling the bite of jealousy, Sang's expression gradually became cold.

He allowed Han Sigu to take away the Heavenly Dao foundation-building inheritance.

Anyway, Sang has erased all the information in the inheritance, except for the foundation-building method.

At that time, whether Han Sigu succeeds or the cursed ghost succeeds, the inheritor who comes to the island again will face the trap he carefully prepared...

The destiny, essence, blood, and path of this supreme genius... will give Sang unprecedented new life and freedom.

The years of this life passed by Sang's eyes like lightning:

When I was young, my family cared for me with malice and greed...

The fear and grievance of drifting alone on a raft...

The hatred after becoming a dead soul...

Serve your master with trepidation and caution...

The anger and unwillingness after missing out on the inheritance...

Thousands of years of planning...

He was once ambitious, he was full of confidence, he was confident...but in the end, he still lost.

The restrictions and curses on Tianwai Island were quickly eliminated, and Sang's power also suddenly declined, and his body became weaker and weaker.

It seems like I have returned to the moment when I just realized that I was a ghost. I was crying because of the abandonment and betrayal of my family. My origin was lost and I was like a silhouette.

However, unwillingness and anger are like a volcano erupting, boiling and filling the heart.

Sang's eyes widened angrily and he roared: "I don't accept it! I don't accept it! I don't accept it!!!"

"Why did I have no fault, but because of my ignorant parents, I was sacrificed as a child at a young age and became a ghost?"

"Why have I served my master with all my heart for thousands of years, but my master has not even rewarded me with a complete set of exercises, but wants me to guard his supreme inheritance, waiting for the inexplicable inheritor to come, and still wants me to continue to be a cow and a horse, so that I can

See him again?!"

"I just want to take his inheritance myself, and one day I will go 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 self-destruct!

Now that we have lost, we will drag the entire Tianwai Island along with us.

He is dead, and the young master has no chance of living!

But at this moment, a bright sword tip instantly penetrated his body.

Countless runes on Wan Xuanzhi suddenly lit up, abruptly interrupting his self-destruction. Before Sang could react further, Qiao Ciguang took action frantically.

The flying sword slashed down like a waterfall, and when the moon blade was whirling, the buzzing sound was like the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, and the sound of cutting souls was endless. Sang finally couldn't hold on anymore and let out a sharp soul scream!

Qiao Ciguang instantly felt as if several sharp knives were stabbing into his mind. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his face instantly turned pale.

But instead of retreating, she advanced, and her attacks became faster and more violent.

Pieces of soul bodies were sliced ​​off by sharp blades and scattered like snowflakes, followed by soul bones, soul blood, eyes, soul teeth, heads...

Finally, as the last toe was chopped into powder, mulberry leaves were scattered all over the ground with Qiao Ciguang as the center.

After briefly existing for two breaths, the mulberry tree disappeared into ashes.

Nothing left.

Qiao Ciguang finally stopped. She was panting heavily, but there was no trace of happiness on her face that she had been avenged. Her eyes were filled with water. When they flashed, she suddenly turned around and ran towards the former junior sisters chasing Pei Ling.

direction.

But just after taking a few steps, the surrounding dense fog dissipated. The Nascent Soul stage monk's vision was no longer obstructed, and he could see the vast sea around him in an instant.
Chapter completed!