Chapter 6 Qing Yanjing

Futu Yijing raised his spear and approached the old man with the spear like a ghost.

"True Dragon Treasure Technique: True Dragon Sky-Trapping Technique!"

The spiritual power gathered into a giant dragon that surrounded Futu Yijing, and then opened its mouth along the spear he stabbed out.

The spiritual energy that permeated the ancestral tower seemed to stagnate for a moment, as if it was blocked.

"What a powerful magical power." The old man with the gun was also surprised.

No wonder this kid refused his inheritance without even a second thought.

However, no matter how powerful the magical power is, it still needs the support of the user's realm.

Facing the old man with a gun, who was once the Supreme Saint of Heaven, Futu Yijing, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Supreme Talent of Earth, was obviously not good enough.

"Good boy!" Seeing Futu Yijing launch an attack so decisively, the old man with the gun showed even more admiration in his eyes, and then he raised the spear in his hand to block.

The old man with the gun circulated his spiritual power, and billions of spiritual lights burst out from his body. A terrifying pressure raged between heaven and earth. Even though this ancestor had already passed away and now only the remaining consciousness remained, he was still incomparable to an ordinary Heavenly Supreme.

Futu Yijing felt that his whole body was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

The old man with the gun swung out his spear, and the collision of the weapons produced an extremely violent fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Futu Yijing flew backwards under this wave and did not stop until he was far away, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

He looked up at the old man with the gun, his eyes still fearless and his whole body filled with fighting spirit.

"Ancestor, this is my strongest attack!" Futu Yijing's voice, filled with endless fighting spirit, echoed between heaven and earth.

"bring it on."

"True Dragon Magic: Black Dragon Breaks the Sky!"

A giant spiritual dragon swept over, and Futu Yijing rode on the dragon and rushed towards the old man with the gun.

The old man with the gun took a step forward, raised the spear in his hand, and then swept it across again. This blow defeated Futu Yijing's spiritual dragon, and at the same time, also knocked Futu Yijing who was rushing towards him away.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Futu Yijing fell heavily to the ground.

After a long while, Futu Yijing finally stood up again using the broken spear to support himself.

Even though he was seriously injured, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. His posture was like that of an ancient god, which was frightening.

The old man with the gun restrained his strength in both attacks, otherwise, his precious descendant would have died in his hands.

The old man with the gun flashed and appeared in front of Futu Yijing.

"What a good boy."

The old man with the spear stood in front of Futu Yijing, saw the broken spear, and then inserted the spear in his hand in front of Futu Yijing.

"This gun has followed me all the way to the position of a holy item. According to its rank, it should be considered a peerless holy weapon. It contains all of my inheritance. Now it is yours."

Futu Yijing was in pain all over his body and had no strength to speak.

Our ancestors were truly ruthless!

There was a hint of resentment in his eyes as he looked at the old man with the gun.

The old man with the gun also saw Futu Yijing's eyes and laughed, "Hahaha, kid, who told you to reject me so decisively last time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with the gun disappeared in front of Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing did not show any sadness.

The will of this ancestor would not disappear because of this random attack, but would only leave space for Futu Yijing to heal and receive inheritance. At this time, a woman in palace dress came from a distance and came to Futu Yijing in two or three steps.

There seemed to be billions of spiritual seals flashing around this woman in palace dress, and each spiritual seal was like a spiritual formation. The oppressive feeling she exuded was no weaker than that of her previous ancestor.

The spiritual seals all over the body form a world of their own; this is the mark of a saintly grandmaster.

The identity of the visitor was also very clear, the holy lady of the ancient Futu clan, Qing Yanjing.

"We haven't seen each other for two hundred years, Futu Yijing." Qing Yanjing sighed.

Futu Yijing was using his spiritual power to heal his wounds and obviously had no time to take care of Qing Yanjing.

Qing Yanjing did not continue speaking, but just waited for Futu Yijing to finish healing.

Futu Yijing, who had the blood of a real dragon in his body, healed his wounds quickly. Although he could not fully recover in half a day, he could still speak.

He opened his eyes again and sat cross-legged next to the broken gun.

"Why did you come to see me? You are locked up in the ancestral tower and have no one to talk to?" Futu Yijing's tone was very impolite, showing no respect for Qing Yanjing, the great master of the holy product.

Judging from the camp, Futu Yijing is on Futu Xuan's side, that is, the side that is the culprit that caused the separation of Qing Yanjing and her son.

Since we are not on the same side, there is no need to be too polite.

Qing Yanjing didn't care about Futu Yijing's tone.

"How is my sister now?" Qing Yanjing also sat on the ground.

Qingxuan, Qing Yanjing's biological sister, is one of the Qingmai elders of the ancient Futu clan and is in the middle stage of the spiritual level of the Heavenly Supreme.

"I don't know. I just returned to the tribe today, but I heard that Qingmai's current situation is not very good." Futu Yijing shook his head.

Qing Yanjing also sighed when he heard this.

She felt a little guilty that Qingmai was suppressed because of her own affairs, but she did not regret what she had done.

The guilt towards Qingmai and the calmness about what happened to him mixed together and turned into a long sigh.

Futu Yijing remained silent; he had no interest in chatting.

He felt like all the bones in his body were broken, so how could he have the energy to chat with Qing Yanjing?

Qing Yanjing was in a good mood to chat, and continued, "I remember you said before that you would only come back after you became the Demon Slayer. Have you achieved your goal now?"

Futu Yijing glanced at Qing Yanjing and said, "Do I look like someone who can only make empty promises?"

Although Qing Yanjing didn't understand what the big promise meant, it was not difficult to tell from Futu Yijing's tone that he wanted to kill the Demon King.

Although she could hear it, the result still shocked her.

This guy actually did it!

There is no shortage of brilliant geniuses in the world, but apart from Qin Tian, ​​there hasn’t been a second Demon Slayer for a long time.

This guy actually achieved this achievement at the level of Earth Supreme. This is too unbelievable.

Futu Yijing is of the same generation as them. At that time, his sister Qingxuan was the Heavenly Supreme, and he himself was a Grand Master of Immortal Grade, but this guy was just a Supreme. Even if he swept away all the people at the same level, he was still the weakest one.

But looking at it now, this guy is only one step away from becoming the Supreme Being.

The difficulty for the Earth Supreme to break through to the Sky Supreme is like an insurmountable chasm.

But with this guy's talent, it is absolutely no problem for him to cross this chasm, so the reason she came here, in addition to asking some questions that she was more concerned about, was to ask this guy for help.

(End of this chapter)