Chapter 192

"Is this a poem?" The old man said.

"That's not important," Jiang Nan said.

"Yes, it's not important," the old man said, coughing twice; he had been holding it back, and now his state was even worse.

"My time is up."

"Young man, come, I will give you my inheritance."

The old man waved his hand, and a pile of things appeared behind him.

"These external things were used to impact the realm before, there isn't much left... there are also some divine abilities, and even a remnant of one of the Nine Secrets, the Word Secret. Young man, come closer, I will pass it to you."

"Old man, don't you want to rest?" Jiang Nan said.

"My time is up, I'm afraid it's too late," the old man shook his head.

"Alright, take it easy," Jiang Nan said.

Big Little Nannan watched from behind without saying much.

Jiang Nan walked over quickly, wanting to support the old man who was about to fall.

It was at this moment that he vanished; the Word Secret almost ignored time, and the battle halberd in his hand split the sky and earth, already reaching the top of the old man's head.

At the same time, Big Little Nannan's black hole evolved behind, sweeping over with destructive force.

The two had a tacit understanding, a meeting of minds; they didn't even need to look at each other to understand one another.

The old man was also stunned, then roared, and a turtle shell shield appeared above his head, which transformed into multiple shields, protecting himself tightly.

Then came the roaring explosion, with mushroom clouds rolling.

Deep in the smoke, the old man's turtle shell had shattered, and he was lying in the depths of the big pit that had been blasted out.

Coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

Without waiting for anything, Jiang Nan killed again.

In the big pit, the smoke was chaotic, and the old man roared repeatedly, only to be beaten out again.

One arm was already gone, one leg was broken, and his whole body was cracked in many places; he couldn't even stand up.

Jiang Nan walked out of the smoke, and Big Little Nannan also blocked the old man's retreat on the other side.

The old man growled, staring at Jiang Nan with resentment, "Why."

"Still why? You damn well ask yourself," Jiang Nan despised.

"I don't think there were any flaws," the old man said, he was also puzzled.

He was so kind, gentle, and dying; it was one ring after another, so you really didn't look forward to the divine ability inheritance, or even one of the legendary Nine Secrets?

Even if you were suspicious, you couldn't just kill him to death, right?

Aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person? Aren't you afraid of not getting the inheritance?

It was just that his kind appeal also used a lot of subtle divine sense, which was what he was best at.

It would make people naturally relax their vigilance.

"You are too confident; where? They were all flaws, okay?" Jiang Nan said.

"We just arrived, and you just happened to reach your limit."

"But you were right, you did reach it, didn't you?" Jiang Nan walked over with the battle halberd.

"This was what I calculated for you before; I said your forehead was black, you had a disaster of blood, and your life was not long."

"Look how accurate I was," Jiang Nan said.

"Just because of this?" The old man roared; does this count as a flaw?

"I told you, there were many, they were all flaws," Jiang Nan said.

"Saint Cang Kong passed away, that's why people came to look for treasure," Jiang Nan said, "He should have indeed kicked the bucket."

"At least you are definitely not him; you are too weak, at most a peak Great Power, and now you are half-dead."

"You must have been reckless and fell into a desperate situation where Saint Cang Kong guarded against enemies."

"I am old, my blood is withered, my time is up, and it is possible for my realm to regress."

"It is possible," Jiang Nan said.

"Then you still attacked directly?" The old man said.

"Even if you were a Saint, this formation was ill-intentioned, so I just killed you."

"Taking advantage of your illness to kill you is very reasonable," Jiang Nan said.

The old man roared, full of unwillingness.

Jiang Nan walked over and slapped him to death.

"These things are really not much," Jiang Nan looked at the things the old man had taken out before.

"Do you really think we haven't seen the world? Sending away beggars."

The things the old man took out might have made a normal half-step Great Power hot, and there were actually many of them.

But the two had obtained more along the way, so these could only be considered ordinary.

An old Saint, you took out this little bit, do you think it's right?

"He should just be an old fellow, perhaps he entered earlier than all of us; after all, it is rumored that Saint Cang Kong passed away some years ago, but the dojo was only discovered now; perhaps he discovered it long ago."

"As a result, he fell into some desperate situation of Saint Cang Kong; he himself came to look for opportunities, and without opportunities, he suffered losses; perhaps that's how it is," Jiang Nan said.

"And he wanted to use some evil method to take us down, or something else."

He thought the old man might have some good things here, and he was subduing, refining, or inheriting them, and didn't want them to discover it.

Jiang Nan had checked, and there wasn't any...

Then he was eyeing something of theirs.

"I checked and deduced it; the old fellow should have indeed just woken up, and his state was very bad."

"He didn't peek at us before."

"Otherwise we would have discovered it," Jiang Nan said.

"He hadn't woken up before and was in a strange, lifeless state, so we didn't notice his existence."

"Oh," Big Little Nannan said.

Before, what happened to us, nothing, right.

"Time to go," Jiang Nan said.

"The old rabbit has three burrows; since we are deep inside, we can explore a bit," Jiang Nan said.

Big Little Nannan nodded; she had the same thought.

"The old rabbit should really be dead," Jiang Nan said.

"Should be dead," Big Little Nannan said.

"Indeed, I didn't feel any Saint's Dao marks," Jiang Nan said.

"By the way, I have quite a few Saint-level weapons here; you pick a few," Jiang Nan said.

"I have them too," Big Little Nannan said; Saint weapons are hard to subdue, but her Heaven-Devouring Demon Art can also slowly erode and collect them.

"Then choose a few suitable ones," Jiang Nan laughed.

"Girl, tell me, how have you been during this time."

"Just cultivating and fighting all the way," the girl said.

"Don't sneak away by yourself in the future; if you want to do something, just tell me."

"You want to walk your own path, naturally you can."

"Oh," the girl chuckled.

The two walked side by side, their figures fading into the distance under the sunset.

Afterwards, they crossed again and disappeared into the void, to different parts of the Saint's dojo.

"That place just now was like a painting... it wouldn't really be in a world of paintings, would it?" Jiang Nan looked back and said.

"A painting world reflected by a Saint King's Wheel Sea vision?" Jiang Nan said.

"There is reality and there are paintings; a quiet place, perhaps it is also where he once practiced in seclusion."

"It's quite flashy," Jiang Nan said.

He is usually too lazy to use his Wheel Sea painting.

Wherever the battle goes, just do it.

It can be innate chaos, gods and demons dancing, it can be yin and yang, the sun and moon shining together, it can be a black hole vortex, devouring the starry sky, it can be the Great Dao of nature, nature is for me... wherever the battle goes, I am invincible.

"Be careful, there are many ancient formations and fields arranged in this place," Jiang Nan said.

"There's nothing, but there are many backhands."