My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

The evil figure sighed, and stared into the void with his weathered eyes.

"There is no absolute good or evil in the world, and the devil cultivators are recognized by the will of heaven and earth."

"I am a demon master, and I am not comparable to those lowly ants who rely on despicable means to improve their strength!"

He scoffed.

"Those in the universe who wish to inherit the teachings of the deity are as numerous as the tiny pebbles in the vast sea of ​​sand."

"How many billions of dust are there?"

"This girl has great talent, and can be called a genius in the way of magic. I finally managed to awaken her, so I decided to take her in as my disciple."

The man's calm tone made everyone's expressions change.

A genius in magic cultivation?

No one expected that Wang Yingying would be noticed by a demon cultivator.

After all, in their view, the evil path goes against the righteous path.

Wang Xiaoke looked at the man and thought secretly in his mind.

From the conversation just now, the remaining soul of that woman should be a Half-Step Immortal King. This guy's strength is above hers, how terrifying!

But the evil cultivators are hated by everyone and are easily despised.

But as long as I am here, I will definitely not let my sister suffer any injustice...

"By the way, what is the name of the senior, and what is his inheritance?"

"How did you guess my identity? Do you know the previous emperor?"

The man smiled slowly, and all the demonic images in the sky returned to his soul.

Glancing at Ziyou beside him, he was filled with a barely perceptible awe.

"Boy, you are quite smart." The evil figure chuckled.

"My name is Demon Lord of the Netherworld, and I am the leader of the Demon Sect of the Prorealm."

"As for inheritance."

"I am practicing the Wu Shi Yan Demonic Art, and I have endless skills in my hands."

"Becoming my disciple, she can command the entire sect when she goes to the Demonic Gate. Isn't this condition tempting enough?"

Wang Xiaoke's eyes lit up. Only a fool would not be tempted by such words.

"As for your identity." Netherworld sneered: "The spirit of the imperial weapon is here."

"Only those who have inherited the Emperor's legacy can enter the Starry Dojo."

Wang Xiaoke's heart trembled, and he looked at Ziyou in surprise.

It seems that the two know each other, and the key is that he is very polite to the spirit of the weapon.

It seems that there is a bit of awe. Is freedom scary?

At this time, Youming turned his head and smiled, looking at Wang Yingying.

"Think it over carefully, little girl. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

The Wang family looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Especially Chen Hui, her husband is not around, so who should she discuss with?

The shock she felt at the moment was so great that she couldn't make up her mind.

Xie Shuiyao pursed her lips and said, "I think Third Sister has the potential to be a demon god."

“Strive for ultimate power and do whatever you want.”

"When the third sister becomes a big devil, we have to let her protect us."

She was joking when Chen Hui gave her a stern look.

"Hehe...Auntie, don't take it seriously. I don't mean that."

Now we are faced with a choice.

Wang Yingying thought for a moment and looked at the evil and charming man who was standing high above her.

"What do you think? If you don't want to, I won't force you."

The Netherworld Demon Lord seemed to be smiling, his pale face showing indifference.

Wang Xiaoke looked at his third sister and thought that if she disagreed, he would still follow her sister's idea no matter how precious the inheritance was.

"Demon cultivator."

"It's no big deal. Disciple Wang Yingying meets Master!"

Wang Yingying was unusually serious and saluted the man.

Knowing that it was a great opportunity, she was eager to improve her abilities.

So that I can become my brother’s best helper as soon as possible.

The Demon Lord of the Netherworld laughed.

"Okay, but I have to remind you first that being my disciple is not that easy."

"You must pass the test with your strength before you can become my disciple."

The Netherworld Demon Lord raised his palm, and bursts of black smoke turned into an ancient black seal, hanging in front of Wang Yingying.

"This is the secret realm opened up by this master, with nine levels of tests."

"Once you pass, I will recognize you, my little girl..."

Wang Yingying's eyes were full of determination as she stepped forward to touch the black mark.

Surrounded by a burst of light, she disappeared in an instant.

"Is this trial dangerous?" Wang Xiaoke was worried.

“Hahaha… Don’t worry, kid. Although my remaining soul is weak, it is still very easy to protect her life.”

Hearing this, he felt relieved.

The ancient seal hangs in the void, constantly emitting terrifying power. One can faintly hear the rolling devilish wind, which is captivating.

The Netherworld Demon Lord smiled evilly and instantly disappeared into the magic seal.

The Wang family was curious about the third brother's condition, but they were unable to peek into the trial scene, so they were all unsure.

"Don't worry, everyone. He only looks at the young lady's qualifications and character. She won't be in danger of death."

Ziyou glanced at the starry sky, put his hands behind his back and smiled.

"These people are willing to keep the inheritance, so it won't be too difficult for the disciples."

Wang Xiaoke nodded, and it was the turn of others.

Ziyou transferred the magic seal to Yuanchen Dojo in a flash.

He then waved his hand, signaling others to come forward.

Wang Zhiqiu pursed his lips coldly and walked out with big strides.

"Can I go with you, elder sister?" Xie Shuiyao asked tentatively.

The main thing is that you will become more nervous as time goes by, so it’s better to be at ease early.

"No problem." Ziyou said to Wenxu: "We can pass it on together."

Wang Ying was stunned for a moment, then stepped out without thinking.

The other sisters looked at each other and followed in unison.

"We sisters will go together, and you should come too, mother!"

Chen Hui wanted to wait and see, but was stopped by Wang Xinru.

"Xiao Hei, Xichen, you guys are coming too?"

"Need not."

Xiao Hei next to him looked disdainful, he had no shortage of skills or anything.

Xichen followed him: "I will wait for Senior Brother to come together."

Ziyou saw that everyone was standing still and started the dojo again.

Accompanied by a strange wave, a faint bright color appeared on everyone.

A low humming sound came from the void, and the nine inherited galaxies suddenly stagnated.

The stars that should have been moving in an orderly manner seemed to be frozen in place.

Two minutes later.

Wang Xiaoke was wondering when he noticed Ziyou frowned.

"What is Xiao Zi thinking about? Is there something wrong?"

Xie Shuiyao couldn't help but complain: "Why haven't you responded yet?"

"Is there no beginning, or no inheritance for us?"

"Didn't Xiao Ke say that I have a very high aptitude when we tested my talent before?"

Ziyou raised his eyes and looked towards the sea of ​​stars, his expression indescribably solemn.

A ray of purple light lingered on the fingertips, and the whole dojo shook after it disappeared into the void.

In an instant, the sea of ​​stars trembled violently and the stars went off track one after another.

Wang Xiaoke's eyes sparkled as he watched the endless stream of light converge like a rainbow, and he couldn't count how many inherited stars there were.

Soon, a wisp of ancient breath descended in the center of the dojo.

Xie Shuiyao looked suddenly at a slim woman.

He just stood there calmly, yet he seemed to possess the power to shake the world.

It’s like all the heavens and the worlds are under her feet!

Ziyou flicked his sleeves lightly, and countless streams of light returned and merged into the galaxy.

Knowing that the Emperor possessed a heavenly-level skill, he disdained human inheritance.

He simply eliminated all inheritances below the immortal path!

"With a ray of noble spirit in my heart, all order becomes meaningless."

"This girl is destined to be with my Confucian school, I hope you will not be greedy!"

Wang Wenya slightly opened her red lips and looked at the boundless void in shock.

A supreme Confucian and Taoist master recites Buddhist scriptures, wearing a white robe and a black crown on his head, bathed in the golden light of the avenue, exuding supreme righteousness!

The man's face could not be seen clearly, and he seemed to be holding up the sun behind him, mysterious and unpredictable!

The words fell.

The number of stars circling above her dome drastically decreased, as if they dared not disobey this great Confucian figure.

"The great scholar of Canglan Imperial Academy, I never thought I would see you again~"

Another breath surged, the starry sky trembled, and the temperature of the void dropped to freezing point.

"I don't know how long I have been asleep. What era is it now?"

"The Demon Emperor left me his inheritance, but I didn't expect it to be awakened by someone younger."

The silver-haired woman came out of nowhere, her cold eyes enough to freeze the space.

“Haha, this is our destiny.” The Supreme Confucianist and Taoist smiled friendly.

"Besides, these girls have great luck and excellent aptitude."

"It's a pity that his starting point is a little low, otherwise he would be no worse than those of the ancient clan and the imperial clan."

The eyes of the Supreme Confucianist and Taoist were shining with golden light as they swept over the Wang family.

hum~ hum~ hum~

"Interesting, it seems that many people are tempted, but unfortunately... most of them return empty-handed."

Stars twinkled and countless shadows descended upon the dojo.

Men, women, young and old, fairies, demons, ghosts and monsters, all look different.

But without exception, they were all incredibly strong when they were alive. The weakest among them was also an immortal with such terrifying strength.

And the number of immortal inheritances is too numerous to count.

Although Wang Xiaoke was prepared, he was still shocked at first sight.

My goodness, the immortal inheritance in the Taoist temple is like cabbage.

If this gets out, the higher-ups of the ten holy places will probably be envious to death!