The decree of the demon pillar leaps into the sky and leaps into the world.

Ma Yinglong, who takes on my mantle!

These eight big characters are radiant and shimmering, like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, shattering the sky and startling everyone's eyes.

In front of the Fairy Goose Hall, the solemn mourning hall is silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

However, all kinds of complicated expressions spread rapidly on everyone's faces, as if spring had passed by and thousands of trees were blooming together.

"Ma Yinglong!? Lord Yaozhu appointed Ma Yinglong as his successor before he died?"

"This...what is this? Doesn't that mean..."

"He will be the new King of Fortune... Didn't the court say that Ma Zongkui will succeed him by default!?"

At this moment, everyone was in an uproar, and all shocked and appalled eyes turned to the same place.

At the corner, Ma Yinglong instantly became the focus.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the radiant decree in the sky, even he himself felt astonished.

This result was unexpected by everyone.

"impossible!"

Suddenly, Ma Zongkui roared in shock, and a look of anger appeared on his originally calm face.

"How could the Demon Pillar leave such absurd decree!?"

The cold voice was like a sword, showing its sharpness, echoing in front of the fairy goose hall.

While speaking, Ma Zongkui's sharp eyes suddenly turned to Ma Yinglong beside him.

"What virtue and ability do you have, and you want to get your hands on King Fu? You are just a **** discarded by the Ma family at will."

Ma Zongkui's expression became serious, and he no longer had the calmness he had just now, and even the broad-mindedness of a superior person disappeared.

At this moment, in his eyes, Ma Yinglong is like a weed standing in front of him.

Such a weed is also worthy of the position of King Fu.

Ma Zongkui even doubted the authenticity of this decree.

Looking around the world, who doesn't know that he is the most evil and talented demon master of the Ma family since "Mazu Zunshen".

When he was first born, he was born with a vision, and all the demons worshiped him, and the divine light entered the sky.

At only six years old, his blood was enough to make the big demon fear. At that time, the weed in front of him couldn't even stand in front of him, trembling, and only knew how to cry instinctively.

In terms of talent, strength, and background... this weed can't compare to his chance at all.

Is Yaozhu crazy? He actually chose this kind of thing to inherit the mantle! ?

"What did you say?" Wang Xiaoyi refused.

"Go away!"

Ma Zongkui let out a low growl, and the terrifying breath rolled towards Wang Xiaoyi like a raging cloud.

hum...

Almost at the same moment, Ma Yinglong stepped forward, his body roared, as if thousands of demons roared together, and actually blocked this terrible breath.

"After hanging around outside for many years, you actually have the courage to stand in front of me?" Ma Zongkui sneered.

"This is Yu Yaosi, you don't want to..." Ma Yinglong said in a deep voice.

"What about Yu Yaosi?"

Ma Zongkui let out a low growl: "When Yuyaosi was founded, the ancestors of Shenfeng also contributed and were one of the founders."

Ma Shenfeng is the taboo name of "Mazu Zunshen".

He is regarded as the first ancestor by the Ma family, and he is also the only [divine master] in the history of the demon master.

Back then, when the Yuyao Division was founded, he was entrusted by the first chief division to establish the lineage of Fengyao within the division, imparting spells, and the system has continued to this day.

In terms of origin, Yu Yaosi also has a part of the Ma family.

However, Yuyaosi is a public weapon, under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and is subject to imperial power.

Ma Zongkui's remarks already seemed a bit out of date, even presumptuous.

"Boy, this is the decree of the Demon Pillar, how dare you disobey it?"

At this moment, Zhou Dao spoke.

"Yuan Wang!?"

Ma Zongkui's eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at Zhou Dao, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Yuan Wang Zhou Dao, the murderous reputation has already spread throughout the capital, Ye Kong Chushen, Wu Wang's parents and children... all died in his hands.

"The decree of the demon pillar!? Who can prove that this decree is true?"

Ma Zongkui calmed down, and immediately smiled lightly.

"Who in the capital does not know that my talent has been appreciated by Lord Yaozhu, and I have long been regarded as a successor...Now you say that Lord Yaozhu left a decree before his death, so that he can inherit the mantle?"

Having said that, Ma Zongkui cast a playful glance at Ma Yinglong.

"It's just a joke."

"What an unworthy descendant!" Zhou Dao said coldly.

"It's hard to tell whether this decree is true or not. Director Lu, I need an explanation."

Ma Zongkui directly bypassed Zhou Dao and shouted loudly at the Fairy Goose Hall.

"snort!"

However, what responded to him was a cold snort.

"Junior, you are not the King of Fortune yet, yet you asked me to give you an explanation?"

The terrifying aura gathered like a cloud of smoke, covering the sky above Yu Yaosi.

Ma Zongkui's complexion changed suddenly, and he felt that the blood in his body was churning and he couldn't help himself.

He stared deeply, only to feel that the Immortal Goose Palace in front of him had become unfathomable.

There seems to be a real **** hidden in it.

"good very good!"

Ma Zongkui slowly withdrew his gaze, revealing a cold smile.

"Ma Yinglong, what I said just now remains unchanged, the door of Ma's house is open at any time, come if you feel like it."

"I'm in the clan, and I'm waiting to be cleaned."

As he spoke, Ma Zongkui turned and left, followed by a mighty crowd of palace officials.

The meaning in his words is obvious, Yaozhu has passed away, the Ma family's affairs are naturally decided by the living, if Ma Yinglong has the guts to fight for the position of King Fu, come over there.

Ma Zongkui sits in a high position, takes the lead on the ground, and accepts challenges at any time.

Who would have thought that a public sacrifice would revive the unsuspecting dispute between King Fu and King Fu.

Ma Yinglong, this kind of fringe figure of the Ma family has become the designated successor of Yaozhu! ?

This is too incredible.

Even some people within Yuyaosi doubted the authenticity of the decree.

"The Demon Pillar..."

Among the crowd, Ma Yinglong looked at the eight characters shining brightly in the sky, and clenched his fists unnaturally.

That night, the capital city was undercurrents and turbulent.

A piece of news spread throughout the major forces.

When Fu Wang took the throne, there was a sudden turmoil, and a dark horse was killed on the way, which was the designated successor of Yao Zhu.

Ma Yinglong's name also spread like wildfire.

"It's amazing...it's amazing, when Pingjiang City left Pingjiang City, he grew up so fast!?"

In the courtyard of Ma's Mansion, Ma Miaoyun looked at the information in her hand and was too shocked to speak.

Back then, she took Ma Nanshan to Pingjiang City to hunt down Ma Yinglong, but was repelled by Zhou Dao.

Later, it was Yaozhu who came forward and pardoned Ma Yinglong for leaving the clan without authorization.

How many years have passed?

That abandoned son from back then has become Yao Zhu's designated successor, and he wants to compete with Ma Zongkui for the position of King of Fortune! ?

It was so dreamy.

"Sister, this kid is no longer the same Ma Yinglong." Ma Nanshan gritted his teeth.

When he was in Pingjiang City back then, he could still fight against Ma Yinglong, and the two of them were still able to win evenly.

However, now, Ma Yinglong has traversed the 100,000 mountains, won the reputation of a demon master, and stepped into the ranks of Taoism.

On the other hand, Ma Nanshan, right now, can be refined to become a gangster.

"He made the most important decision in his life... Back then in Pingjiang City, I saw him following that man with all his heart, and I knew his fate would never be the same again." Ma Miaoyun murmured softly.

"Yuan Wang Zhou Dao!" Ma Nanshan blurted out.

He naturally knew that the man Ma Miaoyun mentioned was the seventh king with a different surname in Daqin.

"The fate of life is impermanent. Who would have thought that the abandoned son who was regarded as worthless by the clan would one day get involved in the position of King Fu."

Ma Miaoyun couldn't help sighing.

Looking back on the past, Ma Yinglong's status was low at that time, and he even relied on his sister's life to seal a big monster in his body.

For the Ma family, he is just a container.

A container that can be discarded at any time.

But now, he's back again, riding the clouds and transforming into a dragon, it's no longer the same.

"Sister, do you think he dares to come back?" Ma Nanshan couldn't help asking.

In the eyes of the younger generation of the Ma family, the position of King Fu has long been in Ma Zongkui's pocket, and to them, it is like a god.

From childhood to adulthood, they were all bathed in Ma Zongkui's halo, and no one dared to even think about fighting for the top.

That is the most monstrous existence of the Ma family since [Sacred Ancestor], known as the strongest demon master.

The position of King Fu seemed to belong to him.

However, if Ma Yinglong came back, he would not only face Ma Zongkui, but also the entire Ma family.

"It's hard to say... If he comes back, he will be in a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and maybe he will never leave again."

Ma Miaoyun whispered softly, the elders in the clan would never obey Yaozhu's will.

In their view, Ma Zongkui has the atmosphere of the Chu family, and he is the hope of the Ma family to pass on forever.

…

In the solemn and solemn ancestral hall, the lights are like stars and the incense is lingering.

On the highest tablet, it is impressively written that Matsu respects the gods, and the gods confer spiritual tablets.

In front of the altar, an old man sat on the upper seat. His body was straight, like a cliff cut by a knife, and he remained motionless.

"Yao Zhu, why are you so unwise to leave such a decree?"

A cold voice resounded in front of the tablets of the ancestors.

"Great Elder, what else is there to say? If Yaozhu hadn't stepped forward, that **** would have died outside."

"Fu Wang's role can only belong to Zong Kui, he is the hope of the Ma family."

"If that little **** dares to come, I'd like to see his best."

Heavy voices crisscrossed in the ancestral hall.

Under the dim candlelight, the figures of the elders stretched into the dark night.

"Wu Sheng, what do you say?" the Great Elder said suddenly.

"I'm the patriarch of the Ma family. It stands to reason that I shouldn't speak for the position of King Fu."

At this moment, a middle-aged man came out.

Ma Wusheng, since he is the head of the Ma family, is also Ma Zongkui's father.

The world's first demon family has always been passed down separately from the clan and the title.

Back then, he also competed with Yaozhu for the position of King of Fortune, but unfortunately he lost in the end. He endured for ten years and finally inherited the position of patriarch.

"The Demon Pillar is gone. As the patriarch, I can only be arbitrary..." Ma Wusheng said in a deep voice.

"Ma Yinglong..."

"If that junior dares to come, he will stay in the clan forever!

! "

The cold voice was like swords and soldiers interlacing, echoing in the quiet ancestral hall.

"Hey, this is his fate, why was he born into the same clan as Zong Kui!?"

The Great Elder sighed faintly, as if acquiescing to such a decision.

Under the moonlight, the vast night is like a long, cold river that will never end.

…

Yu Yaosi, Yuan Wang Palace.

The high eaves are like the raised head of a lion, monitoring the vast night sky.

Ma Yinglong sat cross-legged on the roof with a calm expression, looking in the direction of Ma's house.

His eyes were slack, and he gradually became reminiscent.

It was the place where he was born and raised. Once upon a time, fate was entangled.

Ma Yinglong clearly remembered that his parents had passed away when he was very young, and compared to Ma Zongkui's dazzling talent, he seemed extremely mediocre.

In such a brilliant family, with such a talent, he is doomed to live a mediocre life.

Fortunately, he has a sister.

The two depended on each other for life, no matter who bullied him, there was always a sister who stood up for him.

Because of this, he had a good time.

"Xiaolonglong, do you know that our family has a secret technique that can seal a big monster with a human body and use it for our own use?"

"But...but that's forbidden..."

The young Ma Yinglong didn't know what the so-called taboo meant.

"Now I have an opportunity. The clan has caught a rare big monster. I don't want to waste it... If I succeed, no one will be able to bully us anymore..."

On that day, Ma Yinglong suffered an unforgettable pain.

Under the witness of everyone, the elder sister failed, she lost her arm, and failed to seal the big monster in her body.

"Wild child, your older sister is already a useless person, I hope she can protect you again in the future."

"Your sister's hands are gone, will you still be arrogant in the future?"

"My sister is not a useless person..."

Even though the young Ma Yinglong was pinned to the ground, he still hoarse and tried to defend his sister.

Until that night, his sister dragged her body and climbed up the altar again.

The remnant body was like a key, activating the ancient secret technique.

"Ahhh..."

The young Ma Yinglong hugged his relatives who were lying in a pool of blood, crying hoarsely.

"Don't cry... My sister will... leave her life... to you... From now on, no one... can bully you..."

The elder sister's arm fell slowly, blood was flowing, and mysterious runes were drawn on the ancient altar.

That night, the ancient altar was shaken.

The terrifying monster was sealed in Ma Yinglong's body.

The fate of blood relatives, turned into a seal

The power gained at this price is like a curse, which has become a demon that the young Ma Yinglong cannot get rid of.

This hateful fate, like his blood, is permanently engraved in his body, life after life, and will never fade away.

Until later, he met Zhou Dao, Wang Xuanzhi, Wang Xiaoyi...

"Sister, I now have enough strength to protect myself."

Ma Yinglong clenched his fists tightly, but his gaze was unprecedentedly firm.

The night breeze was blowing, he turned around, Zhou Dao, Wang Xuanzhi, and Wang Xiaoyi were already standing behind him.

He knew that whenever, wherever, as long as he needed, these life and death brothers would definitely stand behind him, silent, waiting for him to raise his arms.

"Do you want to fight!?"

Zhou Dao spoke without any extra nonsense.

"Fight!"

Ma Yinglong took a deep breath, only to feel that he was full of pride, and there were thousands of bases in his chest, and it was difficult to relax.

"good!"

With a long whistle from Zhou Dao, a fierce aura soared into the sky, sweeping away the floating clouds in the nine heavens.

"Today, I will open the way for you!"

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