Douluo: Peerless Sky Eye Yuhao

"Who among you would like to go in and take a look?" Ye Xishui turned around and glanced at the elders and priests.

Uh……

The elders and priests looked at each other, but no one stood up.

The purple vortex was said to be the inheritance of the Rakshasa God, but as subordinates, they were naturally not qualified to enter. Besides, who knew if it was dangerous inside.

If what is in it is not what I just heard, and it is the so-called inheritance of the throne of God, then I am doomed, right?

Let's leave this wonderful thing to others.

Seeing the retreating looks on their faces, Ye Xishui snorted coldly.

When the elders and priests heard this, they couldn't help but tremble a little, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly at Ye Xishui.

"Mother, how about I go in and take a look?" Zhongli Wu took the initiative to step forward. At this moment, he was quite excited. The throne of God? He longed for that valley so much, wasn't it just for the throne of God?

"No need." Ye Xishui's eyes suddenly turned. She spread out her palms and grabbed at the void. An invisible soul power spread out like a vortex. The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, a figure was forcibly pulled over in the corridor connecting to the conference hall.

Feeling the nameless power surrounding him, Heishui's expression changed drastically, but after realizing where he came from and what he heard, he forced himself to calm down.

Ye Xishui controlled the black water to face all of them.

A dozen pairs of eyes fell on him.

"It's you." Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling recognized Heishui at a glance. After all, as an evil soul master, he also possessed the power of light attributes and was considered a key training target within the sect. His only drawback was that he was a little older, with a bone age of over 40 years old.

"Replying to Master." The Eighth Elder stepped forward. "You asked me to take him with you to control those disciples from the Xing Luo Empire sects. We happened to pass by the meeting room. Without your summons, he was not qualified to enter, so I asked him to wait in the aisle."

"No wonder it appears here." Zhongli Wu nodded in understanding.

"Supreme Leader, Chief Priest, Leader, Deputy Leader, all the priests, and elders." Heishui bowed hurriedly.

Zhongli Wu just nodded slightly, then said to Ye Xishui: "Mother, do you want to let him go in first?"

Ye Xishui did not reply to him, but said to Heishui: "Do you see the purple vortex in front? I need you to go in, make sure there is no danger inside, and come out immediately to let us know, are you willing?"

Looking at Ye Xishui's calm eyes, Heishui had no doubt that if he refused, he would be killed immediately. He pretended to be calm and said firmly: "I am willing."

Ye Xishui had a satisfied smile on her lips: "Go ahead."

Heishui saluted Ye Xishui again, and then in front of everyone, he walked slowly towards the purple vortex.

Coming in front of the purple vortex, looking at the extremely complicated and strange magic patterns, as well as the deep purple light, Heishui stretched out his hands, as if making a gesture to open a door, and stepped directly into it.

As his body was buried inside, a deep purple light lit up, and then a voice whose gender could not be identified sounded again: "Talent screening in progress."

"Talent." Long Xiaoyao said with a restrained look in his eyes, "Legend has it that Rakshasa is a god of the main god level, in charge of the most evil power and resentful killing. Ten thousand years ago, Bibi Dong not only had twin martial souls, but her martial soul talent was also extremely harmonious with Rakshasa, so she succeeded in becoming a god."

"In a sense, Rakshasa God is very suitable for evil...you."

Everyone heard the unfinished word "evil", and their expressions changed inexplicably, but they chose to pretend they didn't hear it.

On the contrary, Ye Xishui said nonchalantly: "It is quite suitable for us evil soul masters."

Long Xiaoyao paused and shook his head silently.

Heishui only felt that he was wrapped in some special light. He could not see through this world. Strands of dark purple light passed through his body, as if examining something.

He had originally wanted to get more information so that he could tell his master later, but in this situation, Heishui was helpless.

"The talent doesn't match, dismiss."

After about ten seconds, a sound was heard, and Heishui suddenly felt his body being pushed away from this world quickly.

call out.

Almost instantly, the people who were still waiting in the conference room also heard the sound, and everyone looked at the vortex until the black water was thrown out like a cannonball.

Ye Xishui stretched out his hand and Heishui's body finally stabilized. Without waiting for Ye Xishui to ask, he took the initiative to say, "Master Supreme Master, there is no danger inside..."

After explaining the situation inside the vortex one by one, the priests and elders became interested and expressed their willingness to enter the vortex.

Ye Xishui glanced at them with emotionless eyes, and they were like ducks with their throats strangled, unable to make a sound.

"You have made a contribution." Ye Xishui said softly to Heishui. Without giving him a chance to speak, Ye Xishui flashed and came directly to the vortex.

"Are you sure there is no danger inside?" Long Xiaoyao was still a little worried and asked Heishui again.

"I guarantee with my life that there is absolutely no danger inside." Heishui told the truth.

At this point, Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling suppressed their worries.

Long Xiaoyao looked back at Ye Xishui again, and the latter strode in.

then……

"The talent doesn't match, dismiss."

In less than ten seconds, with a whoosh, a low sound was heard, and Ye Xishui's body was shot out as fast as a cannonball, almost hitting the wall on one side of the conference room. If it weren't for her powerful cultivation and her ability to stabilize herself, she would have hit the wall embarrassingly.

"Mother."

"The Supreme Master."

Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling, and a group of priests and elders were all shocked and rushed forward. Feng Ling wanted to support Ye Xishui, but was thrown away by the latter.
“The talent is not suitable?” Ye Xishui opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief. She thought that her talent was not weaker than the original Shrek Seven Devils, and might even be stronger. With such talent, she was still unable to inherit the throne. How strong was Bibi Dong back then?

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became strange.

The priests and elders naturally did not dare to say anything, and at the same time they were extremely shocked about the inheritance of the throne.

In the ten thousand years since the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils ascended to the Douluo Continent, the number of Ultimate Douluos of all the forces added together does not exceed twenty, and their own Supreme Leader is one of them, and yet they cannot obtain the inheritance.

This condition is too harsh.

Long Xiaoyao said thoughtfully: "In historical records, whether it is the original Shrek Seven Devils, Bibi Dong or Qian Renxue, they were not very old when they became gods. Could it be related to age?"

Long Xiaoyao’s words were worth taking into consideration, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

If this is the case, then a problem arises, because among the people present, not counting Heishui who has already failed, the youngest of the Eighth Elder is already over eighty years old.

Should we let the younger generation within the church give it a try?

"Mother, let me try."

At this moment, Zhongli Wu took the initiative to step forward and said, "If I fail, then I will have to let the younger generation try."

Ye Xishui suppressed her inner reluctance and said with a sullen face, "Go ahead."

Zhongli Wu flashed and came to the vortex. He took a deep breath, felt the gaze coming from behind, and walked directly into it.

…“Finally, the right person has arrived.”

...

After entering the inheritance space, what Zhongli Wu saw was no different from Heishui and Ye Xishui. There was light all around him, and strands of dark purple light passed through his body.

While observing all this in silence, Zhongli Wu suddenly felt a flash of light in front of him, and he quickly looked up.

When he saw this, he froze instantly.

It was as if a gust of wind blew by, and all the light around was blown away and became clear. What appeared in front of Zhongli Wu's eyes was an extremely large ball of light composed of endless dark purple and thick brilliance.

There seemed to be endless evil thoughts imprisoned in the ball of light. In an instant, Zhongli Wu only felt that he saw a series of human faces flashing by madly in the ball of light, accompanied by low or excited mutterings. The more he listened, the more irritable he became.

The dark purple light ball would occasionally flicker, accompanied by wisps of dark purple light. After it dispersed, an extremely repressed breath rushed into Zhongli Wu's heart. It was extremely difficult for him to breathe, and in the depths of his mind, it seemed as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged. It was an extreme killing.

The blood piled up like an ocean, endless corpses covered the ground, the sky was dark purple, and there were cries, roars, screams, and wails, just like hell.

"call."

Suddenly, Zhongli Wu's breathing inexplicably became smoother. His face turned pale, he gasped for breath, and he took a few steps back in fear.

There seemed to be whispers around him, which made him remain alert.

"Your talent has reached the inheritance requirements." Suddenly, a majestic male voice sounded.

Zhongli Wu tensed up and asked cautiously, "May I ask who this senior is?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The majestic male voice said, "If you agree to inherit one-third of the Rakshasa throne, then let go of your mind and let the fragments of the Rakshasa throne merge into your body."

"One third?" Zhongli Wu was stunned for a moment. He could inherit one third of the throne, but it was a throne after all. It was said that becoming a god would give him an endless lifespan. He would not be greedy and picky. He immediately replied respectfully, "Senior, I am willing to inherit this one third of the Rakshasa throne."

"Very good." The majestic male voice said with satisfaction, "Close your eyes, and the god seed will automatically merge into your body."

"Yes." Zhongli Wu quickly closed his eyes. In an instant, he felt a strange power beginning to linger around his body. There was no pain, but a feeling of merging with the divine position and gradually becoming excited and agitated.

...

In the magnificent hall filled with fairy spirit, a young man was looking at the light curtain in front of him with a smile. He had long hair like a waterfall, almost hanging down to his feet. If it weren't for his broad shoulders and tall figure, he could easily be mistaken for a woman.

On the light screen, the figure of Zhongli Wu accepting the seed of the Rakshasa godhood was clearly shown.

The young man gently stretched out his hand and tapped the light curtain with his finger. Quietly, a ray of illusory blue-gold light peeled off from his body.

The blue-gold light and shadow penetrated into the light curtain, and along with the dark purple seed of the godhood, it flowed into Zhongli Wu's body... After doing all this, a faint smile appeared on the handsome face of the young man.

...

"It's been half an hour. Could it be that Brother Wu has succeeded?" In the conference room, everyone was waiting silently. Time had already passed for a long time. Feng Ling finally couldn't contain her excitement and spoke.

The worshippers and elders were all envious and excited. If the leader became a god, they would just be rewarded with some soup in the future, which would be enough to benefit them greatly.

On the other hand, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were both frowning, not knowing what they were thinking.

Heishui stared at the whirlpool silently.

Just as everyone was discussing this, suddenly, the purple vortex burst into a bright yet deep light, and the next moment, a figure slowly walked out.

It was Zhongli Wu.

There was an extremely happy smile on his face.

"The leader."

"Brother Wu."

The priests, the elders, and Feng Ling all showed expectations on their faces.

Zhongli Wu walked back with a smile and said to Ye Xishui respectfully: "Mother, I succeeded."

Upon hearing this, the Holy Spirit Church's high-ranking officials all smiled broadly.

Ye Xishui looked at Zhongli Wu with a complicated expression, turned around and left, saying faintly: "It's good if you succeed. Remember, there are three more god seats in that valley, and you must get them."

"Don't worry, mother. Your son will definitely take them away and leave them all to you." Zhongli Wu said in a deep voice.

Ye Xishui's body turned into a dark blood light and disappeared.

Zhongli Wu sighed. How could he not know how he was born?

The old father who had passed away long ago forced his disciples to give birth to a son for him, that is him.

Even between mother and son, from beginning to end, the relationship between them was neither close nor distant, especially since he had taken the position of Rakshasa.

The inheritance has come to an end.

In the meeting room, Zhongli Wu announced the reward for Heishui, and the Eighth Elder immediately took him to the cell where several sect members of the Xingluo Empire were imprisoned.

After congratulating Zhongli Wu, all the major priests left.

In the huge meeting room, only Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling and the most direct elders were left.

"Tomorrow is the match between Shrek Academy and us. Should we go and watch?" Feng Ling asked.

“Of course.” Zhongli Wu said in a brisk tone, “First, I get the inheritance of the divine throne, and then I witness the demise of the new generation of Shrek Academy. There is nothing better than this.”

“Master.” An untimely voice sounded. It was the Third Elder Minglei Douluo. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “The strength of Huo Yuhao from Shrek Academy is quite strange. I am a little worried.”

When Huo Yuhao was mentioned, everyone present, including Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, looked fierce.

Not long ago, the sect lost two priests, and even Feng Ling herself was severely injured by Yan Shaozhe and has not fully recovered until now.

“It doesn’t matter.” Zhongli Wu said coldly, “No matter how strong and outstanding Huo Yuhao is, he is only a Soul Emperor after all. He can’t make much waves. If it weren’t for the protection of the powerful men from Shrek, he would have been wiped out by us long ago.”

"I have already informed Yan Feng and the others that in tomorrow's match, we should directly pursue a team battle and eliminate the people from Shrek Academy as quickly as possible."

"Since the people from Shrek Academy are dead, Yan Shaozhe and his men will definitely take action. Follow me to stop them."

"Yes, sir." Several elders responded respectfully.

"Do you need me to go too?"

Since the worshippers were not under the direct jurisdiction of the leader, Feng Ling was afraid that they would not have enough manpower, so she took the initiative to seek help from others.

Zhongli Wu shook his head and said with concern: "Your body has not recovered yet, so just go to Lao Er to supervise the underground soul mentor competition. I have asked Uncle Long to hold the fort over here. They dare not act recklessly in front of the Ultimate Douluo. Besides, if they act recklessly at the competition site and hurt civilians, public opinion will crush them."

"I understand." Feng Ling nodded in understanding, her eyes becoming fierce, "This time, I don't believe that this little bastard won't die."

Cold smiles appeared on the faces of the elders of the Holy Spirit Church. (End of this chapter)