Lin Yuhua received the approval of the phantom, nodded solemnly, formed a lotus seal on each of his hands, leaned forward, aimed at Jiang Luo's back, and shot a blue light curtain.

The light curtain invaded Jiang Luo's body like water, turning into spiritual power and flowing continuously, but Jiang Luo himself did not feel anything strange.

The last time he obtained the inheritance of cultivation, he was in great pain. After waking up, he lay down under the cliff for five days before he could barely walk in the mountains with branches.

This time, I could clearly feel the surging vastness of the inheritance power, but there was no pain all over my body, which was completely beyond his expectations.

"Young man, I don't even know your name, but my junior brother searched for four hundred years before he decided to choose you as the inheritor. I trust him 100% and hope that you can make good use of the inheritance."

The phantom's voice was filled with endless vicissitudes. As soon as the words fell, the shadow became more and more blurred, and finally turned into a distorted ball of gray light.

Lin Yuhua quietly burst into tears and said reluctantly: "Senior brother, I hope we can meet again in the next life."

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes half-squinted, unable to see the surrounding scenery clearly, and vaguely felt that the phantom was about to disappear, and hurriedly said, "Senior, thank you for your gift. You are equivalent to your teacher and your rebirth of your parents."

I will remember your teachings and not abuse the power of inheritance."

"Good boy, I'm relieved to say this with you." The phantom floated and disappeared invisible after shaking a few times.

Lin Yuhua was deeply saddened, his hands trembled slightly, changed the seal three times, and shot out nine blue lights in succession.

"ah……"

Jiang Luo gradually felt pain, his whole body felt like he was torn apart, and many memories that did not belong to him surged out of his sea of ​​consciousness. To be precise, they were all memories of phantoms.

A large amount of information occupied most of the space of the sea of ​​consciousness, and countless images overlapped, which made him breathless and could only express his fear in his heart with a low growl.

After a moment, he was overwhelmed and fell to the ground in despair, closing his eyes as if he had an eternal dream.

The phantom is named Peng Zu. According to historical records, he lived for 800 years, leaving behind several classics about medicine and Taoism for later generations. In fact, his survival time was far more than 800 years.

During his long life, Peng Zu experienced glory, humiliation, happiness, and bumps, and experienced all kinds of things in the world. His cultivation level was even more complete and almost reached the level of God.

However, even the most powerful person is still a day when the energy is exhausted. When the deadline is approaching, he asked his junior brother Bai Qi to seal himself and find a qualified inheritor to avoid giving in to those with bad intentions.

Bai Qi is Lin Yuhua's true body and a legendary figure. After hearing his request, he agreed and built a Baiyun Temple in Danxia Mountain and sealed him here.

Peng Zu's life was so wonderful, and Jiang Luo was just a teenager, and he was exhausted just by digesting his memory.

"Oh! You are still too young, and I blame me for not considering it. I didn't give you enough time to prepare." Lin Yuhua sighed, tapped Jiang Luo's forehead with a finger, and a halo spread on his forehead.

Jiang Luo was completely asleep, not even having a dream, and he slept peacefully.

I don’t know how long it took to wake up slowly. When he opened his eyes, the sky was still so blue, the trees were still so green, and there was no change in the White Cloud Temple.

Lin Yuhua hummed a small song beside the incense burner, throwing food to the macaw from time to time, looking leisurely and comfortable.

The macaw patted his wings and shouted, "Wake up, you're so awesome."

The parrot finally said something humanly, Jiang Luo smiled slightly, supported his hands and sat up all of a sudden.

After lying for a long time, my body was not sore at all. However, the spiritual power in the dantian was not rich at all. Where did Peng Zu's cultivation inheritance go?

Lin Yuhua said meaningfully: "You have been sleeping for seven days. I specially used this period to temporarily seal Peng Zu's power. Now you are too weak and cannot bear such powerful spiritual power at all."

Jiang Luo felt sad. After a long time of work, he was in vain as if he had not obtained the inheritance.

"Grandpa Lin, since you know I don't have the ability to bear it, why are you in a hurry to start the inheritance ceremony?" Jiang Luo hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his questions.

"Because I don't have much time left, once I disappear, no one can start the inheritance ceremony," Lin Yuhua said sadly.

"Peng Zu is ten times better than me, and he can't escape the thunder tribulation. I have lived for 450 years and have left my children. The good days are almost over."

Jiang Luo thought of another question and asked timidly: "Your descendants are Brother Lin and Xunhuan?"

Lin Yuhua gave Jiang Luo a white look and said, "Who else is besides them? Unfortunately, I didn't have time to save my daughter-in-law. Now the father and father are alone and no one takes care of them.

My wife is just an ordinary village girl. Perhaps because of her poor maternal bloodline, Lin Jian did not inherit any talent for cultivation. When I realized this, I was so angry that I almost strangled him to death.

Xunhuan is like his father. He has a well-developed mind, simple limbs, and has no talent in cultivation. Fortunately, Xiaomeng is quite talented, so I comforted my heart.

I don’t have much time left, so I can only start the inheritance ceremony in a hurry. When you reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul, you can completely break through the ban I set and call on Peng Zu’s inheritance power."

Jiang Luo nodded and asked again: "Grandpa Lin, have you chosen the inheritor? Do you need me to advise you?"

The macaw suddenly flew up again and shouted, "Xiaowei, Xiaowei."

"Is Xiaowei your inheritor?" Jiang Luo said in shock. During the brief contact, he did not feel that the child had the talent for cultivation.

However, he is now just a early stage monk in the Golden Pill, so it is normal for him to misunderstand it.

Lin Yuhua smiled and said with a smile: "That's right, Xiaowei is my inheritor. Xiao Meng is responsible for the inheritance ceremony, so you don't need to worry about it.

But as soon as I left, Lin Jian and his son Jiang Meng and Xiaowei were isolated and helpless. I hope you will take more care of them."

Jiang Luo patted his chest and said confidently: "Even if you don't say it, I will do my best to take care of them. They are all relatives and friends."

Lin Yuhua's eyes flashed and said, "I believe you can take good care of them. There is another thing. If possible, I will try to beat the Jiuli tribe for me."

It is no trivial to wipe out the Jiuli tribe. Just the orcs such as Yao Tengfei and King Zhongxin made Jiang Luo busy and exhausted to deal with it. The real Jiuli tribe people are much more difficult to deal with than the orcs.

Jiang Luo changed his color slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said firmly: "No problem, I will definitely work hard to eliminate the scum of the Jiuli tribe as soon as possible."

Lin Yuhua looked admiring, and reached out to pat Jiang Luo on the shoulder and said, "Good example, I will appreciate your fighting spirit."

"When you have enough rest, go down the mountain. They should be anxious," Lin Yuhua said again.

"Grandpa Lin, why don't you go back and have a walk with me?"

Lin Yuhua sighed, "No, I don't have much time to go, I want to take a good look at the scenery on the mountain."
Chapter completed!