Chapter 111 is shocking, the inheritance of martial arts begins! [Seeking for further reading]
"I didn't expect that when the Wang family members took action together, they were no match for Young Master Lin Fan!"
"Master Lin Fan is too strong!"
"However, I'm afraid the Wang family won't let it go!"
"This Young Master Lin Fan is not only powerful, but he also has no scruples in his actions. He even kills people from the four major clans. You must not mess with him in the future!"
"..."
Lin Fan looked at Wang Zhong in front of him, murderous intent appearing and disappearing in his eyes.
If Lin Fan followed his wishes, he would naturally be killed directly.
However, Lin Fan had to consider the Lin family in Yancheng.
If he killed Wang Zhong directly, I am afraid that the head of the Wang clan would not be able to help but do it himself.
That was a strong man in the Nirvana realm, and Lin Fan was no match for him now.
Therefore, Lin Fan planned to keep Wang Zhong as a hostage first, so that the Wang family could use the rat weapon.
If I can break through to the Nirvana realm as soon as possible, or get a powerful spiritual puppet, it won't be too late to kill him then!
With thoughts flashing in his mind, Lin Fan suddenly slapped Wang Zhong with his palm.
"Bang!"
A dull crashing sound sounded, and Wang Zhong flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off, hitting the Creation Martial Monument.
Then with a "plop", he fell heavily to the ground, completely losing his fighting power!
"Huo'er, Xiaoyan, look at him. If you dare to run away, just swallow him!"
Lin Fan took away the Qiankun bags from everyone in the Wang clan with a casual move, and then gave orders to the two fire python tigers.
This time, Lin Fan deliberately kept the Qiankun Bag under control.
"roar!"
"roar!"
Huo'er and Xiaoyan nodded at the same time, roared, and stared at Wang Zhong eagerly.
Everyone in the square was frightened when they saw this scene. They couldn't help but show awe in their eyes when they looked at Lin Fan.
Not to mention those ordinary forces, even the remaining three major clans did not dare to say any unnecessary words or deeds when facing Lin Fan at this moment.
Lin Fan glanced around the place, and everyone in the square subconsciously avoided his sight.
Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly sat on the seat that belonged to Wang Zhong.
"call!"
Everyone around the Creation Martial Monument could not help but let out a long sigh of relief when they saw that Lin Fan finally stopped.
This evil star has finally subsided!
They were also temporarily safe.
In addition to Lin Fan, Lin Dong, and Qingtan, there are also Lin Langtian, Qin Shi, Huang Pujing, Mu Qianqian, and Wu Ci each occupying a seat.
The last two seats were left. After a fight, just like in the original work, they finally fell into the hands of Qingmu Sect and Paradise Valley.
At this point, the position of ten seats has been completely assigned.
The other people in the square, although they felt unwilling to do so, could only sigh.
After all ten seats were occupied, about ten minutes passed before movement finally appeared on the Creation Martial Monument again.
A circle of strange light slowly spread from the Creation Martial Monument, and then enveloped the stone platform, including all ten figures in it.
At the moment when the light spread across his body, Lin Fan clearly felt a cold feeling, as if it was scanning through his body.
Immediately afterwards, without waiting for his reaction, a vortex of light slowly appeared on the Creation Martial Monument.
Under the whirlpool of light, an irresistible suction force emitted, and a trace of Lin Fan's mental power floated out of the body almost uncontrollably, and finally got into the whirlpool of light...
"Buzz!"
On the stone platform, ten figures sit quietly like statues. The strange buzzing sound, like the ringing of ancient bells, comes melodiously from the Creation Martial Monument, echoing in the world, making people's souls peaceful!
Looking at the ten figures sitting quietly on the stone platform, the eyes of everyone in the square became expectant and curious. They knew that in the coming time, these ten people would be able to obtain martial arts inheritance from the Creation Martial Monument.
But what level of martial arts it is depends on each individual's chance and martial arts talent.
Wang Zhong stared at Lin Fan with his eyes filled with resentment!
If it weren't for Lin Fan, he should have a seat!
"roar!"
Seemingly seeing the resentment in Wang Zhong's eyes, Huo'er roared at him and opened his mouth wide.
Wang Zhong's face changed slightly, he quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breathing.
If he just became the food of the Fire Python Tiger, that would be the greatest frustration!
Everyone in the square had unpredictable expressions when they saw this scene, but no one interfered.
"I wonder who will be able to inherit the martial arts of creation this time..."
After looking away from Wang Zhong, everyone looked expectantly at the ten figures on the stone platform and murmured.
When his mental power was sucked into the vortex of light, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel in a trance. Stars were moving before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery immediately changed.
The stone platform and the huge square all disappeared, replaced by an endless starry sky.
Lin Fan was suspended in the vast starry sky with a calm expression, looking around casually.
At this time, in this starry sky, countless streams of light flashed past his eyes like shooting stars.
In those streams of light, one can faintly feel energy fluctuations of varying strengths and weaknesses.
Lin Fan understood that these were the martial arts in the Creation Martial Monument.
Moreover, the deeper you go into the Creation Martial Monument, the higher the level of martial arts.
Lin Fan didn't hesitate and rushed directly to the depths of the Creation Martial Monument.
Meteors passed by him one after another, but Lin Fan turned a blind eye to them all.
Suddenly, Lin Fan discovered that there was an invisible force emanating from the starry sky, which seemed to want to push him out of the starry sky.
"It seems that we are close to the center here," Lin Fan murmured, resisting the repulsive force with all his strength and continued to move forward.
Bearing that repulsive force, Lin Fan continued to move forward for more than ten minutes. Lin Fan suddenly discovered that a huge monument appeared in the starry sky not far ahead!
“This should be the soul of the monument!”
Lin Fan's heart moved. He endured the uncomfortable repulsion and continued to move forward. He actually arrived in front of the huge monument.
Lin Fan thought of Lin Dong's operation in the original work, so he also released a trace of spiritual power, passed it into the shadow of the monument, and had primitive communication with it.
This communication lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and a ray of light finally spread from the soul of the stele, slowly wrapping Lin Fan's body.
Immediately, the scene in front of Lin Fan changed again. The starry sky disappeared and was replaced by nothingness.
In front of the void, there were huge pillars of light standing, and an ancient flavor that seemed to last forever emanated from them.
Around these light pillars, countless lights and shadows emerged, resembling humans, animals, and knives, which looked extremely strange.
"As expected of an ancient sect, there are so many martial arts of creation!"
Looking at those lights and shadows, Lin Fan couldn't help but marvel.
Lin Fan's eyes flashed slightly and he glanced around, but did not find Lin Dong's figure, but he didn't pay much attention. Maybe Lin Dong had gone deeper.
Lin Fan walked among the martial arts light pillars, feeling the heartbeat and fluctuations emanating from them, and his eyes were burning.
After going deep again for a few minutes, Lin Fan found that his endurance had reached its limit.
He doesn't have an ancestral stone that can help him eliminate that repulsive force.
Therefore, Lin Fan could only choose the deepest point he could reach, the martial arts light pillar, and step into it.
What caught his eye was an extremely huge black hand!
A kind of scalp-numbing fluctuation slowly spread out from the giant black hand.
In the palm of the giant black hand, there are five ancient fonts with a unique luster, which are astonishingly powerful.
(End of chapter)