Jiang Yun was taken aback when he heard the words, and then stared at Dugu Wen with fixed eyes and said: "Jiang came here to discuss with seniors sincerely, and I hope seniors don't make jokes."
Although this Duguwen is not Dao Yuanzhi, he is not the real owner of the desert, but according to what he said, he has accepted the order of Dao Yuanzhi to replace the position of the owner of the desert here.
But now he told Jiang Yun to let Jiang Yun be the owner of the desert, which made Jiang Yun have to suspect that the other party was playing with him.
However, Duguwen shook his head with a serious face and said: "I'm not joking. Although the Lord of the Desolation handed over the Great Desolation Realm to me, I am already old and weak, and I can't do what I want."
"Over the years, I have actually been looking for someone who can take over my position and take over the position of Desolate Lord."
"Unfortunately, I have never been able to find a suitable candidate."
"Until today, I met my little friend!"
Jiang Yun said calmly: "I am a person from the mountain and sea realm, how can I become the desolate lord of the Great Wilderness Realm!"
Dugu Wen smiled slightly and said: "I am not from the Great Wilderness, and I think with my little friend's intelligence, I should be able to guess that the Desolate Lord is also not from the Great Wilderness!"
This is the truth, no matter how you calculate Dao Yuanzhi, he will definitely not be a native of the Great Wilderness.
Jiang Yun still shook his head and said: "Then I still can't see, what is it about me that seniors see in me that makes me think that I am qualified to be a desolate lord?"
Duguwen looked at the middle-aged man who was knocked out by Jiang Yun and said: "You are not afraid of the brand of the desolate master, and you can even erase it!"
"Just because of this?"
"Just rely on this!" Duguwen suddenly changed the subject: "Well, if you have time, my friend, why not follow me to a place, and you will know when you get there!"
Facing Duguwen's invitation, Jiang Yun's mind was racing with thoughts.
To be honest, apart from the inexplicable danger this Duguwen made me feel, everything that happened since I saw him was also full of weirdness and weirdness.
Duguwen, as Dao Yuanzhi's replacement, issued an order ten years ago to make all mountain and sea monks who came to take refuge in the Great Wilderness Realm accept the brand of the Desolate Lord, and those who do not accept the intrusion will be killed without mercy.
Everything he did after he set foot on the Great Wilderness fully met the standards for killing without mercy.
But when the other party saw him, instead of doing anything to deal with him, he tried his best to persuade him to become the owner of the wild world.
The reason is because I am not afraid of the brand of the Desolate Lord!
This doesn't make sense anyway.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yun nodded and said: "Okay, then Senior Lao will lead the way."
Duguwen pointed at the ray of light when he just appeared, and said, "Just step inside!"
Jiang Yun had known for a long time that the light was the teleportation array, so he didn't say any more, he stepped into it first, and Duguwen followed closely behind.
Along with the radiance, Jiang Yun had left the ancestral hall and was in a dark place.
At this moment, in front of him, a trapezoidal building with a height of one hundred feet, like a stone monument, appeared.
The whole body is pitch black, the four sides are as smooth as a mirror, and there is a platform on the top.
The whole building stood quietly in the darkness, exuding an aura of vicissitudes.
Apparently, it's been around for quite some time.
Jiang Yun asked puzzledly: "What is this?"
Duguwen looked at the building with a look of excitement on his face and said: "This is the altar!"
"Altar? What's the use?"
"It was originally used by the desolate master to worship the sky, but since the desolate master left, no one has used it again."
"The Desolate Lord told me before leaving that he hid his inheritance in the altar and branded the entire altar."
"If someone can erase the brand on it and obtain his inheritance, then he will be the new owner of the Great Wilderness Realm!"
Jiang Yun frowned, looked at the altar again and said, "Can't you erase the brand?"
Duguwen shook his head and said: "I can erase the brand on the body of the cultivator in the Great Wilderness, but I cannot erase the brand on the altar."
"So I'm just replacing the post of Desolate Lord, but you should be able to!"
While speaking, Duguwen walked to the side of the altar, stretched out his hand and patted it lightly.
I saw runes lit up on the four sides of the altar.
In an instant, the entire altar was covered with dense runes on all four sides.
"This is the imprint left by the Desolate Lord when he left, little friend, as long as you can erase these imprints, then you will be able to obtain the Desolate Lord's inheritance and become the real Desolate Lord."
"By that time, you will be able to completely control the mark of the Desolate Lord, control the entire Great Wilderness Realm, and even bring your people into the Great Wilderness Realm without accepting the Desolate Lord's brand."
I have to say that Duguwen's words moved Jiang Yun a little.
Although Jiang Yun is unwilling to accept the mark of the Desolate Lord and become a slave of the Desolate Lord, he is quite yearning for the power of the mark of the Desolate Lord.
If you can obtain the inheritance of the Desolate Lord and control this brand, then you will give yourself another powerful hole card.
Think about it, when you are fighting with others, you can dissipate most of the power. I dare not say that I am invincible, but at least I have a little more chance of winning.
However, Jiang Yun still had some doubts in his heart.
Is all this too much of a coincidence?
As the suzerain of Wendaozong, I brought the disciples of Wendaozong to the Great Wilderness Realm.
But the desolate lord of the Great Desolate Realm turned out to be Dao Yuanzhi, the first suzerain of the Wendao Sect, and he also left behind his inheritance.
And this inheritance happens to be acceptable only to oneself.
It's like Dao Yuanzhi prepared all of this for himself a few years ago, and just waited for himself to reap the benefits.
Duguwen obviously also saw Jiang Yun's hesitation, and smiled slightly: "Little friend, although I don't know what the inheritance of the Desolate Lord is like, maybe you can feel it first."
"If you don't want to accept it, there is still time to repent. After all, it will take some time to erase all the runes on the altar."
After careful consideration, Jiang Yun nodded and said, "Then I'll give it a try!"
After the voice fell, Jiang Yun's figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the top of the altar.
There was nothing on the top of the altar, except for the runes that had just appeared due to the touch of Dugu Wen, which had not disappeared yet.
After a little hesitation, Jiang Yun walked to the middle position and sat cross-legged, then stretched out his palm and gently placed it on the runes.
Following the agitation of the chaotic power in the body, one after another chaotic power began to pour into the altar along Jiang Yun's palm.
"Buzz!"
The whole altar, under the action of the power of chaos, made a slight trembling sound.
And the continuous and intertwined runes covered on one side began to fade.
Dugu Wen, who was under the altar, looked at the runes that were gradually dimming until they disappeared, with excitement on his face and eyes.
And in this excitement, there is still a trace of deep hatred mixed in!
Seeing that all the runes on one side of the altar disappeared, at this moment, Jiang Yun clearly felt that a rune rushed out from the altar, along his palm, and directly sank into his body.
This rune is completely different from the runes released by those Great Wilderness monks before, and it clearly contains a majestic breath and weird power.
"Is this the inheritance left by Dao Yuanzhi?"
Jiang Yun's heart moved, and when he was about to analyze this rune carefully¡ª¡ª
Suddenly, the black stone in his dantian, which was already like a stele, trembled violently.
Under the trembling, the long-lost vicissitudes of life sounded again: "Huanwen!"
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