Chu Honglin said: "Okay, since I want to do it, then start inheritance."

"Yes." Chu Zhiyuan reached out and put on the white jade monument.

A dry and thin manuscript appeared in front of him, and the whole body was golden, like painting a layer of gold juice.

He sat in the dark void in his knees, and his body was slightly golden.

Slowly eyes, the double palms are slowly knotted, the left palm is different from the right palm of the right palm.

The lip box murmured and recited, the strange pronunciation echoed in his mind.

A group of light appeared in the void, and the light group quickly condensed into a golden net, covering it.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes.

Golden light of both eyes, slowly convergence.

"How?" Chu Honglin said busy.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Uncle Fifteen, have you ever seen someone showing a big magic mark?"

"Since no one is practiced, it has never seen it." Chu Honglin said.

"Why do you conclude that it is the strongest?"

"Ancient legend, plus it is the most difficult to practice."

"——It seems to be so strong." Chu Zhiyuan said.
Chapter completed!