"The blood in our bodies comes from the same place. Only by uniting as one can we succeed!"

There was no one to talk to, and Daozi who had been able to reach this point was not weak in cultivation, so he was even more unwilling.

They don't want to give up on creation and inheritance, and they don't want to accept Tang Fan's orders...

Mo Yang thought for a while and asked again: "What happens after we walk over?"

Tang Fan understood what he meant and said: "If what I predict is right, this place not only has inheritance, but also has other creations. If you can also accept the inheritance, I will never compete with you!"

"However, as my ugly words come to a head, the blood inheritance here should be... unacceptable to you, and you can only get the rest of the fortune."

"I think since our ancestors let us in, as long as it succeeds, everyone will benefit!"

Mo Yang nodded, seeming to agree with Tang Fan's words, but his eyes shone with an unwillingness to admit defeat...

"There is still a battle between you and me!"

Mo Yang's body flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his hand and pointed: "If you can defeat me, everyone under my command will be at your disposal, otherwise, you are not worthy of becoming the Young Ancestor!"

"If I can't beat you within three moves, I lose!"
Chapter completed!