Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

"Everyone, each of these tombstones contains the inheritance of a god. But there are a limited number of them, only eighty-one. This means that only eighty-one of you can receive the inheritance."

Huo Ling'er and Ling Jie looked at each other and nodded slightly. They both knew very well that this tombstone was definitely not that simple.

Moreover, it is simply a foolish dream to obtain the inheritance of gods so easily.

If it is really the inheritance of God, how come there is no threshold? This is obviously not in line with common sense. Moreover, the gate of Yunxiao Palace is still closed until now. What kind of secret is hidden in this tombstone?

"But it seems like there are still more than a thousand of you here. How should we distribute them among you?"

A delicate female voice sighed in distress.

The next moment, everyone's eyes began to become sinister, and they gathered their spiritual power without hesitation, raised their hands and attacked the nearest person. The killing broke out instantly, and the blood dyed the ground under their feet red.

At this time, everyone was caught up in a frenzy of killing, and the scene became extremely chaotic. Driven by endless desire and greed, people completely lost their minds, with only the desire for the inheritance of the gods and treasures in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, the mysterious and delicate female voice let out a satisfied giggle, her laughter was full of sarcasm and complacency, as if everything was under her control.

Under the temptation of huge benefits, even the best brothers or friends can turn against each other in an instant. This is the ugliest side of human nature. Countless brothers in the same school fight to the death and kill each other.

Looking around, the whole scene was even more cruel than the previous bloody storm, and it was unbearable to watch.

Huo Ling'er's eyes slowly swept over the people who had just arrived, but she still didn't see the figures of Tang Qi, Ye Chun and others.

"You guys need to decide the winner as soon as possible. My patience is almost exhausted by you."

"Also, don't forget that God's legacy is waiting for you to inherit it. Don't make them wait too long..."

Suddenly, the gentle female voice paused, revealing a hint of surprise in her tone:

"Huh? Who are you? Have you inherited the legacy of Saint Feather Lord?"

Then a cold gaze fell on the mark on Lingjie's forehead. It felt as if a ferocious poisonous snake was staring at him, making his scalp tingle.

The next moment, the palace gate opened, and a powerful breath like a whirlwind directly pulled Lingjie into the palace.

The speed was so fast that it didn't even have any impact on the people fighting in the field.

Huo Ling'er's face suddenly turned gloomy, and her eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent.

She moved swiftly, her figure flashed, and she condensed a spiritual blade in her hand and swung it out quickly, instantly killing several monks around her who were trying to besiege her.

With a nimble spin, she lightly leaped onto the nearest black tombstone.

"What do you want to do?"

"How dare you set foot on the tomb of the gods? How audacious! Do you want to die?"

When Huo Ling'er heard the gentle female voice, there was no fear on her face.

She asked coldly, "You said this is the tomb of God, is it true? You said that if you can get the inheritance of God, can you get the inheritance?"

Her voice was firm and sarcastic, and she continued, "These people were tempted by your interests and killed each other. This is what they deserve.

But you must not touch my people. Where did you take him? Return him to me as soon as possible."

"Giggle..."

A gentle female voice was heard. Instead of being angry, she started laughing again. Was there a hint of weirdness in her laughter?

"Don't worry, I won't kill him."

"It's just that the night is long, the palace is too big, cold and empty, I want to find a living person to accompany me, and he looks pretty good..."

"Oh!"

A loud noise broke the temporary silence.

Without hesitation, Huo Ling'er transformed her spiritual power into a sharp blade and launched a fierce attack on the three tombstones closest to her.

There was a flash of anger in her eyes, but it calmed down a little in an instant. She decided to provoke an accident and go into the palace to see what was going on.

"How outrageous! You actually dared to destroy the tomb of the gods. You are so bold."

The gentle female voice suddenly turned deep, and an attack full of murderous intent pounced towards Huo Ling'er.

"Is it really a tombstone of a god? It turns out it's just like this, it will break into pieces with just a slight touch."

Huo Ling'er moved his body flexibly, avoiding the attacks like a ghost, and destroyed several tombs at the same time.

Wherever it went, gravel flew everywhere.

A gentle female voice screamed angrily, "Very good! Do you think you can force me to release your friend by doing this? Don't dream on..."

"However, since you are so anxious, then come in and keep him company. Hahahaha..."

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force like a pair of invisible hands restrained Huo Ling'er and dragged her into the palace.

At this moment, the luxurious and mysterious palace is filled with a simple and majestic atmosphere, as if it is an ancient and solemn temple.

A huge purple vortex was looming on the ground of the hall. Its shape was like a giant eye, staring quietly at this secret space. Its existence made the entire hall full of mystery.

Huo Ling'er was tied tightly to the rack with iron chains, unable to move. She narrowed her eyes and stared at everything she could see.

A coffin carefully crafted from ten thousand year old agarwood was placed in the center of the vortex.

The broken stars in the vortex are shining with sparkling light, just like the bright stars in the universe.

The walls of the palace were densely inlaid with eighty-one exquisite jade frames, each of which contained a spiritual crystal statue. These statues were lifelike, as if they were echoing the broken stars in the vortex.

Lingjie raised his head and glanced at the statues. He suddenly felt a sharp pain surge into his heart like a tide, almost drowning him.

The pain was so intense that he had to lower his head immediately and dared not look again.

Not only looking at the statues caused such a reaction, even when he tried to stare at the mysterious purple vortex in the center of the hall, he would also feel a splitting headache.

"Little girl, you are lucky to get the Chaos Stone and the Spirit Crystal Tree Spirit!"

At this time, an illusory shadow slowly walked out from behind the hall. Although her face could not be seen clearly, her figure showed that she was a charming woman. When she walked, she was like a lazy cat, exuding a fatal attraction to people's vision.

Her voice was gentle and tender, with an indescribable charm, like a spring breeze, gently brushing past the ears of Huo Ling'er and Ling Jie, making the two of them recognize at once that this was the same soft female voice from before.