Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

Master Mo was startled and quickly formed seals with his hands, and a steady stream of spiritual seals emerged.

But it was too late. Ye Yu held the Zixiao Sword and slashed down with it. A black sword light flashed by and Master Mo was instantly split into two pieces.

Looking at the blood bead that fell out of Master Mo's body, Ye Yu crushed it without saying a word.

This blood bead is the blood seed unique to the blood demon clan. Even if the physical body is chopped to pieces, as long as the blood seed is still there, the physical body can be reshaped with the help of special means.

When facing a formation master, even a formation master, just wait until he has no time to react and then take action.

Not everyone can practice both formations and spiritual power.

The spiritual power of ordinary formation masters is not that strong.

Looking at the black sword light that flashed by, Ye Yu's heart tightened. Obviously, after Xu Tian Ding absorbed Cang Mo, the power in his body had some changes.

After all, Ye Yu himself has no spiritual roots, and the source of his spiritual power comes from the Xu Tian Ding.

Although this change can be felt to be stronger than before, it is really hard to tell whether it is good or bad.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yu stopped worrying about it, restrained his breath and walked into the Sword King Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Sword King Palace, Ye Yu saw many corpses that had been sucked dry, which was obviously the work of the Blood Demon Clan.

Moreover, many of them were people who had just died, but there was not a trace of blood on the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Yu's face became much more serious. The blood demon's power was recovering.

The Sword King Palace is not very big. From Cang Mo's memory, we know that the Sword King Palace is not a sect, but just the residence of the Sword King.

So when Ye Yu walked to the center of the Sword King Hall, he saw everyone gathered there.

Inside the hall, all the monks looked at the people around them with fear. If anyone took action first, a chaotic fight would surely break out.

At the deepest part of the hall, one can see a throne, and on that throne sits a figure.

The figure was wearing golden armor, with his hands crossed on a rotten sword.

Just by looking at Ye Yu from afar, he could feel a terrifying pressure. The Zixiao Sword in the ring seemed to sense some threat, and emitted a series of sword sounds that entered Ye Yu's mind.

This Zixiao Sword once accompanied the founder of the Zixiao Sword Sect in conquering the world, and it has long been spiritual.

Although I don’t know how strong the Zixiao Patriarch is, he is definitely not weak.

This Sword King is just a corpse, but he can cause the Zixiao Sword to react like this. You can imagine how terrifying it is.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jian Jiuchen slowly walked towards the remains of the Sword King. The faces of the cultivators suddenly changed and they wanted to stop him.

But under the watchful eyes of the three God Transformation Stage cultivators, they all endured it.

"Everyone, the Sword King's inheritance will naturally find its destined person. There is no need to fight for it. Just wait for the inheritance to choose its own master." Jian Jiuchen's voice sounded lightly, revealing endless confidence at the same time.

As the eldest brother of the Jiuling Sword Sect and the ninth-ranked swordsman on the Leizhou Prodigy List, it is natural for him to have such confidence.

In his opinion, who else could the Sword King inherit if not himself?

Ye Yu stood at the end, watching Jian Jiuchen approach the Sword King's remains step by step, but his eyes were looking around vigilantly.

So quiet!

The blood demon didn't move at all? This silence was a bit eerie!

Just as he was thinking this, Jian Jiuchen had already walked in front of the Sword King, then slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the rotten sword.

The moment it was taken, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the sword body, and then a sword less than the size of a palm slowly rose from the ground, and the sharp sword energy immediately swept across the entire venue.

The majestic sword intent made the three powerful men in the Spirit Transformation Stage tremble.

"Is this the Sword King's inheritance?" Jian Jiuchen said tremblingly. He could feel the endless sword intent emanating from it. This kind of sword intent had never been felt even from the supreme elder of their Jiuling Sword Sect.

Then, Jian Jiuchen grabbed it excitedly, but unexpectedly the small sword dodged it.

Seeing this, Jian Jiuchen's face suddenly turned ugly. Obviously, he was rejected by the Sword King's inheritance!

Not only Jian Jiuchen, but everyone in the Jiuling Sword Sect also looked unhappy. They didn't expect that there would be someone present who was more talented than Jian Jiuchen?

Swish!

Suddenly, the small sword flew up, circled in the hall, and headed straight for Ye Yu.

Ye Yu stared at the small sword. There was a barely perceptible blood pattern on the sword. Everyone only saw the inheritance and did not realize the existence of the blood pattern.

But Ye Yu felt endless demonic energy on this blood pattern.

This blood demon is hidden in the inheritance!

Seeing the small sword flying towards him, Ye Yu quickly retreated a few steps.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. What was wrong with this guy? Was he rejecting something that others dreamed of?

Just when everyone was puzzled, the small sword that was originally flying towards Ye Yu suddenly turned strangely and went straight to Ye Xuan in the corner.

Ye Xuan was overjoyed when he saw this and took the initiative to move forward, but the small sword stopped between Ye Yu and Ye Xuan and kept shaking, obviously making a decision.

Ye Yu looked at the small sword. The blood patterns on it were constantly flashing. The blood demon hidden inside was controlling the small sword to fly towards Ye Xuan.

Compared to the exclamations of others, Jian Jiuchen's expression became increasingly ugly. Doesn't this prove that there are two people present whose swordsmanship talent is higher than his?

Moreover, judging by their appearance, they are from Qingzhou?!

After a long stalemate, perhaps the Sword King's will prevailed, and the small sword slowly leaned towards Ye Yu.

Ye Xuan's face suddenly became as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Just as the small sword approached, a disdainful snort seemed to sound from Ye Yu's body. The next moment, the lid of the tripod lifted up, revealing a gap, and then a beam of blood oozed out from it.

The powerful sword intent burst out from Ye Yu's body, directly knocking the small sword away.

Ye Yu was startled and suddenly remembered that when he had an epiphany, he attracted the attention of three human sages, and the voice of one of them was like this.

The Xu Tian Ding originally absorbed the three figures into the cauldron. Ye Yu didn't feel anything unusual at that time. Now it seems that the three sages stayed in the Xu Tian Ding and never left!

The small sword that was bounced away finally fell into Ye Xuan's hand. The next moment, the small sword merged into Ye Xuan's body, and a sword pattern suddenly appeared on his forehead.

That is the symbol of accepting the Sword King's inheritance.

Feeling the endless power coming from his body, Ye Xuan couldn't help but moan in comfort, and his breath surged.

At this moment, as long as Ye Xuan can successfully condense his Nascent Soul, he will become a true Nascent Soul cultivator.

Everyone present was filled with envy upon seeing this. An elder from the Nine Spirit Sword Sect stepped forward and said, "Since the Sword King has chosen you for his inheritance, it shows that you have considerable talent in the way of the sword. Are you willing to join the Nine Spirit Sword Sect?"