"Kill us and you can move on!"
The two gray old men opened their eyes, looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was full of sword intent, and said in a thick voice.
"Are you the inheritors trapped here?" Ye Chenfeng vaguely guessed the identities of the two of them.
"Yes, we are the inheritors who came here earlier than you!" The two gray old men nodded and said: "We have had enough of loneliness, and only death can free us."
"If you want to die, why don't you do it yourself or kill each other?" Ye Chenfeng asked puzzled.
"It's useless. After we fail the test, we are restricted by the rules here. We cannot commit suicide or cannibalism. We can only be killed by the new inheritor!" The two grizzled old men shook their heads, revealing a trace of anger The way of color.
"I didn't expect this kind of rules to exist in the ultimate inheritance place of the Spirit Race!" Ye Chenfeng murmured to himself, and under the constraints of such rules, the difficulty of the test is bound to increase.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come and kill us quickly!"
Saying that, the two gray-haired old men, who were restrained by the power of the dead cave, launched a fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng with two rusty magic weapons in their hands.
"Okay, then let me send you into reincarnation!"
Ye Chenfeng took a step forward, and the ancestral sword soul flew out of his soul sea, turning into a black awn in mid-air, crushing the attacks of the two of them, splitting an old man with black and white hair with one sword, sending him Fall into reincarnation.
"Ancestral sword soul!" Seeing the ancestor sword soul summoned by Ye Chenfeng, the eyes of the remaining old man lit up: "It seems that you really have a chance to pass the test."
As he said that, he burned his powerful blood power, pushed his combat power to the extreme, merged with the magic weapon in his hand, and slashed towards Ye Chenfeng with the thought of mortal death.
"The ultimate inheritance of the Lingzhu, I am determined to obtain it!"
Ye Chenfeng responded domineeringly, controlling the ancestral sword soul to slash from the void, will cut the white-haired old man and the magic soldiers to pieces.
After powerfully killing the two of them, Ye Chenfeng's feet flickered, and he flew out of the road of ten thousand swords and came to the depths of the temple.
Chapter 1939 The Path of the Spirit
"Another idol!"
In the depths of the temple, Ye Chenfeng found another statue. Although this statue is far smaller than the statue outside the temple, the aura it exudes far exceeds that of the statue outside the temple. strength.
"Inheritor, you can pass the Road of Ten Thousand Swords, which shows that you have extraordinary talent, but the next test is far more terrifying than the Road of Ten Thousand Swords. You must be mentally prepared!" The statue suddenly opened its closed eyes, and looked Looking at Ye Chenfeng, he said without a trace of emotion.
Saying that, behind the statue, a road of starry sky appeared, and on the road of starry sky, stood one hundred and eight statues of gods.
"The Road of the Spiritual One is an ancient road that my ancestor of the Spiritual Race spent tens of thousands of years building. If you defeat one hundred and eight statues in a row, you can pass the level. The loser will be trapped in the road of the Spiritual One forever!"
"Also, because in the countless years, many inheritors came here earlier to challenge the path of the spirit, and some people were trapped in the path of the spirit. If you meet them, you will be challenged by them. "
"Okay, inheritor, prepare well, you can accept the test of the path of the spirit, I hope you can pass the test!"
With that said, the idol stopped talking and fell into a deep sleep again.
"The Path of the Spirit!"
Although Ye Chenfeng is powerful, he did not challenge easily. Instead, he sat cross-legged outside the road of the spirit, silently adjusting his breath, and adjusted his state to the best.
"Huh, it's time to challenge!"
After adjusting the state, Ye Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and stepped on the ancient road leading to the distant starry sky behind the statue.
The moment Ye Chenfeng stepped on the road to the starry sky, endless starlight was reflected in front of his eyes, and a statue of a god with a height of tens of feet and an ancient aura appeared in front of him.
Just as Ye Chenfeng was watching the statue quietly, the standing statue suddenly opened its closed eyes and shot out billions of rays of light.
The next moment, a ten-foot-long stone sword appeared in the hand of the statue, and it slashed towards Ye Chenfeng with the power of destruction.
"Ancestral sword soul, break!"
The terrifyingly powerful stone sword struck, and Ye Chenfeng summoned the ancestral sword soul to meet it.
The ancestral sword soul is fused with the ancestral sword crystal, and its power is comparable to that of the top-grade ancestral weapon. With a head-on touch, the stone sword in the statue's hand shattered without any suspense, and the powerful ancestor sword soul directly sank into the body of the statue. Wei directly shattered the statue tens of feet high.
"Pass!"
A blow shattered the god statue, and a low voice sounded in Ye Chenfeng's ears, the starry sky in the distance suddenly lit up, and a second god statue appeared.
The statues in the Path of the Spirit are extremely hard, and their attack power is even more terrifying, but for Ye Chenfeng, who has condensed his sword soul to the ancestor-level realm, there is no danger at all.
Under the attack of the ancestor-level sword soul, the statues of gods were shattered, and it was impossible to stop Ye Chenfeng from moving forward.
Soon, Ye Chenfeng shattered the thirty-four god statues, and saw an old man with white hair sitting on the ground under the thirty-fifth table of god statues, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, with no breath fluctuations on his body.
"Five-star demon god!"
Under the induction of God Devouring Brain, Ye Chenfeng sensed the breath of the demon clan in the old man's body, and guessed that he should be a five-star demon god.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
Ye Chenfeng walked evenly, and when he approached Da Neng, the five-star demon god, earth-shattering roars resounded in his body, and a huge basalt phantom emerged from his body, roaring loudly at Ye Chenfeng.
"Xuanwu."
Looking at the huge basalt phantom, Ye Chenfeng's face did not change at all. He stepped forward, and the ancestor sword soul flew out of his soul sea, leaving a deep sword mark in mid-air. Cut off Xuanwu phantom, and split the unresponsive old man in half.
And the moment the old man died, Ye Chenfeng clearly saw the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, obviously death was a relief for him.