No. 137 Dreadful Inheritance

  Here is a huge mountain cave, in the middle of the cave stands a stone statue wearing a cloak, and countless evil spirits gather on its body, dyeing it black.

  At this time, its appearance was exactly the same as the Death God's Shadow that Hong Jiyang and the other person had condensed using the Death God Spear.

  There was no spear in his hand, and he just stood there upright.

  Although it was just a stone statue, its body emitted an extremely terrifying aura of pressure and a breath of death, as if it were really a god of death standing there.

  Zi Feng was intimidated by this aura, he had never thought that a stone statue could emit such a terrifying pressure, a feeling that only occurred when facing the likes of Wu Kong Sword Saint.

  "Master, take a closer look at its eyes. We obtained the training method of the Death God Spear in the same way back then, but due to our limited talent, we only grasped a part of it." Hong Jixiang reminded.

  "I'll give it a try." Qifeng held his breath and focused his attention, his eyes locked onto the stone statue's eyes.

  At this moment, the stone statue has already been stained with a layer of evil spirit, so it is all black and its true face cannot be seen. However, strangely, the position of its eyes is even darker than the surrounding area, as if there are two deep 'holes'.

  At first, Qi Feng didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but his heart gradually became annoyed. However, suddenly he discovered that this pair of pitch-black eyes had become profound, just like two bottomless 'holes' that seemed to want to swallow his soul.

  "Master, if you receive the pull, don't resist it at all costs. Let everything go with the flow, or else you won't be able to obtain the Death God's Spear." Hong Jixiang's voice echoed in Qi Feng's mind, reminding him.

  Originally worried Zifeng immediately relaxed, he didn't worry that Hong Jixiang would be unfavorable to himself, because they had signed a master-slave contract with him, if he died, they wouldn't survive either.

  He followed his words, without resistance, and was slowly pulled into a pitch-black space.

  This space was pitch black, as if it was shrouded in infinite evil energy. Suddenly, a towering figure appeared before him.

  This giant was shrouded in a black aura, as if his body was wrapped in a dark cloud, making it impossible to see his face clearly. However, the powerful oppressive feeling emanating from him was enough to move people's hearts.

  At this moment, he stands in the void, just like a demon god, overlooking the world.

  Suddenly, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and formed a strange handprint, which was exactly the same as the first one that Hong Jixiang had given him.

  "This should be the handprint of the Death God's Spear." Qi Feng immediately concentrated his mind and carefully recalled, trying to feel it. The only thing Hong Jixiang gave him was a picture book with some patterns on it.

  But here, the energy 'wave' after the handprint is formed, and the rhythm of the Tao, are fundamentally not comparable to the patterns in that book.

  Then his hands involuntarily followed him and formed hand seals.

  After a while, this giant sweat finally condensed into a second palm print, as if it was deliberately left for Qifeng to feel and remember.

  However, as the second handprint appeared, Qi Feng felt a surge of pressure bearing down on him. Nevertheless, this pressure was not enough to be of concern for someone with a physique comparable to that of the Demon Clan.

  His eyes stared intently at his handprint, feeling the changes around him, and his hands also clenched into fists.

  Next was the third, fourth, fifth... and when it reached sixty-nine handprints, the pressure around him had reached an extremely terrifying level. At this moment, Qi Feng felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.

  Although he now has far more handprints than the twenty or so that Hong Jixiang gave him, the giant sweat still shows no signs of stopping, clearly there are many more handprints to be completed.

  "If I give up now, the secret method I've obtained will be incomplete, and that's not acceptable. Since I've come this far, I must get the complete version." Qifeng gritted his teeth, activating the sword crystals in his body, and began to continuously release sword yuan force to counteract the immense pressure at this moment.

  But the giant sweat seemed to have ignored Zifeng completely and continued to form its 70th handprint on its own.

  A terrifying pressure suddenly increased, and with a single move, it pressed Qifeng to kneel on the ground. Fortunately, his body was hard enough; if it were an ordinary person, this one move would have been enough to crush him into "meat" sauce.

  Biting his teeth, he lifted his head, his eyes fixed tightly on the sweaty palms of his hands, and there was another new handprint.

  As before, feel the 'wave' of energy around and remember this handprint, but at this moment it is extremely difficult compared to before, and persisting for one second will consume an extremely terrifying amount of energy.

  Fortunately, Qi Feng's internal energy was sufficient, and his dantian was also full of spiritual power, which could be replenished at any time.

  Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three...

  In this way, the giant palm print slowly condensed into nine hand prints, and the pressure around it had reached an extremely terrifying level. The surrounding space was slightly trembling, showing how frightening this power was.

  At this moment, Zhi Feng had also reached his limit. At this moment, he was pressed to the point where blood flowed from all seven orifices in his head, and there were cracks all over his body. Fresh blood had already dyed his clothes red.

  Moreover, the spiritual energy and sword yuan force in his body were almost depleted. If he continued like this, he was worried that he would be crushed to death here.

  "What to do, can't hold on anymore." Qi Feng bit his teeth, with blood in his mouth, unwilling in his heart but unable to persist physically, yet he couldn't bring himself to give up.

  "Hum" Just then, the Shanhe Map, which had been immersed in Qifeng's sea of consciousness, suddenly flew out on its own and blocked Qifeng's head. A golden light shot down, forming a golden pillar that enveloped him.

  At this moment, a large part of the terrifying pressure was alleviated, and Qi Feng felt relieved.

  Boom

  The eightieth hand seal was formed, and the ground shook violently. A spatial rift appeared around them, clearly showing that the surrounding space could no longer withstand this terrifying power and had cracked open.

  Witnessing this scene, Zifeng was shocked and confused at the same time. He couldn't understand what the person who left behind this legacy meant. Such terrifying pressure, how many people in the world could withstand it?

  However, he doesn't have time to think about these things now. He sees that the landscape painting is also slightly trembling at this moment and believes it won't last long either. He must concentrate his energy to recall and feel.

  "Boom..."

  The eighty-first seal was broken in succession, and the heaven and earth shook violently. Space cracks appeared one after another, covering the void like old tree bark, extremely terrifying.

  "Hum" Mountain River Diagram also suffered a severe blow, instantly shrinking back into Qi Feng's sea of consciousness, a powerful force descended from the sky and landed on Qi Feng's body.