Everyone noticed the strange behavior of the Eighth Sword Immortal.
The surging Forgetful Rivers has separated the world of the ghost and Buddha realm, and divided the battlefield into two.
The long lamp inside, the eight masters know it outside.
The power of the new Chinese ancestors is that even the attacks of the Medicine Ancestor and Beihuai can still be blocked. It is useless to transform the Eight Masters of the Xu.
But at the critical moment, he imitated Kui Leihan and closed his eyes cross-legged?
"Awakening the truth?"
"What kind of Tao can you realize at this time? Only by becoming a god and a ancestor can you compare with Hua Zu's one or two, right?"
"But how could Huazu give him time? He can kill him halfway through the tribulation. At this time, he will definitely provoke it - the Eight Masters are one step slower, every step slower!"
"Don't forget, the water of the Forget River has even blocked the three tribulations of Kui Leihan. If the tribulations cannot be overcome, what are the eight masters who use to establish the gods and call them ancestors?"
"Wait, there is hope! Do you remember at the beginning, the Eight Lord An also summoned the three tribulations? He did not pass it, but swallowed the three tribulations into his body..."
This awakened everyone.
But soon everyone realized that the eight masters at that time were not for the purpose of experiencing the tribulation.
He just needed that part of his power to hide in his body, and what he swallowed was the prototype of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God's Destruction Dharma, less than one tenth of the catastrophe.
I used that part of the thunder tribulation to survive the gods and ancestors, and I could only kill half of the ancestors, and I didn’t deserve to carry my shoes to Hua Changdeng!
rumble!
The void exploded.
Just sat cross-legged, the eight masters thunders all over their bodies exploded and thunder seas surged out of the sea. It was the great catastrophe of the ancestral god who had swallowed into their belly.
"Have you really started to get through the tribulation?"
"Is there any such way to overcome the tribulation? It is not to endure the thunder tribulation, but to directly baptize in the sea of thunder?"
Under the protection of the Forgetful River, Hua Changdeng threw everything out of the sky before he swallowed the ghost ancestor and had to concentrate on digesting the magnificent insights of the God of Death.
Among them, it includes the soul, reincarnation, and the authority involved in some life, life and death, and belongs to the Medicine Ancestor.
Too many!
Swallow is just a description.
In fact, the process of two-in-one is far from swallowed in one bite.
Hua Changdeng not only needs to accept the massive memories brought by the Ghost Ancestor from ancient times to the present in a short period of time.
This is terrible enough. Memory alone can support the ordinary saint emperor, make him lose his fighting power, and lose most of his combat power in a short period of time.
But more than that, memory is small.
Hua Changdeng’s primary task is to digest the “all” perception of the soul of the ghost ancestor, followed by the authority of reincarnation.
The medicine ancestor part can be arranged later, but it must also be contacted.
In this two-in-one process, once the ghost ancestor develops a little bit of resistance, it will be considered a short ten thousand years.
Fortunately, this time the Ghost Ancestor had no choice but to cooperate, and He took the initiative to cooperate.
Hua Changdeng can evenly divide the most important ones into countless soul selves on the Hundred Ghost Altar and accept them simultaneously, which also takes a lot of time.
Under the circumstances surrounding each ancestor, the bottom line he gave himself was to receive it within half a day. Then, while digesting it, fighting, using war to support the war, and deepening his understanding.
But none of these are crucial points.
The most terrifying thing about two-in-one is that the different "I" must be perfectly integrated.
Even if the Ghost Ancestor cooperates, He is an independent individual after all, and has existed for countless epochs.
His "I" is too huge, and His "name" is too huge.
His life body Hua Changlan, which was so huge that he had only lived for dozens of years, was the same ancestor god, and he could only barely cover it with the power of the same realm.
If there is a slight mistake, the spiritual will be out of control. Even if the two-in-one is finally successful, I will definitely fail to distinguish myself. Then the old path of the Demon Ancestor and the Yin Yin is on.
But can it be interrupted or slowed down the process of "swallowing" the ghost ancestor?
Hua Changdeng didn't even have a trace of hesitation.
He has no way out!
"Boom..."
But just as I was fully committed to the process of reunification, outside the Forget River, the aura of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God's Destruction Dharma was heard.
Hua Changdeng couldn't help but lift her eyelids and looked over.
He remembered that the path to the creation of gods and ancestors in the Holy Spirit Continent was easily cut off by himself as the Forgetful River.
Beware of the situation, of course, are monsters like Kuilehan who are not afraid of death and are incalculable.
He has been strangled in his infancy when he remembers the way of ancestors.
Kui Leihan can be sealed, but he must complete the Tao and have absolute certainty in everything before he can let it seal and fight against the Demon Ancestor, not himself.
The same principle applies to everyone, including Bazun An.
After looking out, I saw the eight masters of Hewai cross-legged and realized the truth, bathing in the thunder tribulation, and the aura of the great catastrophe of the ancestor god's destruction of the law rolling out.
Hua Changdeng was shocked at first, thinking that there was a change.
Bazun Anxie has never underestimated it. It is not entirely impossible to find any way to break through the blockade of the Wangchuan River.
But after seeing the truth, Hua Changguang's heart slightly relaxed.
"It's just the early stage of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God's Destruction..."
This is the thunder tribulation that the Eight Lords swallowed before.
To use this part of the "energy" to be called a god, it is not enough. Secondly, even if you forcibly enthrone it, it is still a half-ancestral. After the final seal, it is probably a quick backlash and the power will fall back.
In a word, even if the Eight Lords become, they are a flash in the pan.
He can have glory, but it will inevitably be fleeting.
Without the destiny of the ancestor god, the power cannot be consolidated. If it fits into Xu Xiaoshou's destiny of the ancestor god, it is equivalent to walking on the old path.
So, the Eight Masters’ An even “two in one” is not even the “two”, how can they defeat themselves who swallowed the ghost ancestor?
After he had overcome the disaster, he calculated the time and guessed that he had already digested most of the Ghost Ancestor!
As for skipping the destiny of the ancestor god, directly turning two into one and returning to zero... Hua Changdeng, who had not won the ancestor god, felt that the attempts of the ten thrones seemed to have had a few rays of hope.
After becoming the ancestor god, He knew why the Demon Ancestor, the Seigo Yin, and the Medicine Ancestor all had so many plans and were walking step by step.
Because, it is impossible!
Close your eyes again, Hua Changdeng concentrates on entering the process of reunification again, but it seems to be confined to the memory of the ghost ancestor. The impact of experience makes her feel a little distracted.
Everything is under control, and the absolute sense of security brought by the protection of Wangchuan made Hua Changdeng open his eyes again.
He looked at the Eight Lords An and smiled slightly. He said a few words to this old opponent who helped him become enlightened:
"The realm of heaven is gone, and there is no way to ascend."
"If there is no fate, you will not advance but retreat."
"Eight Zun An, follow the path given to you by my ancestor, you can still achieve something, and then continue to fight with me."
"But if you keep making progress and only compete for the present, I hope that when you take the last step, don't regret it!"
After saying these few sentences, Hua Changdeng no longer looked at it, and focused on continuing to swallow the ghost ancestor.
But He just missed a little.
The Eight Masters were cross-legged and "passing the tribulation", and they didn't care whether they were appointed as gods and ancestors, but seemed to have other plans.
As soon as Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, Ba Zunan opened his eyes at the same time, and the sword in his eyes was chanting, and the lightning thunder blew.
He has transformed into a thunderous man and released his body in the entire disaster.
Normal tribulation passers-by, even Hua Changlan, needs a quiet and undisturbed environment, and He has also obtained it.
After the Eight Lords stood up, they took a step and stepped into the Forgetful River water that broke the heaven and earth in front of them.
"Si—"
The great catastrophe of the ancestor god's destruction method instantly dyed the entire Forgetful River, and the Taoist Dharma of heaven and earth was shattered.
Hua Changdeng's eyelids twitched and he had to open his eyes again.
When they saw him, the eight people disappeared and disappeared into the Forgetful River. At the same time, the sound of ethereal songs resounded from all over the Holy Spirit Continent:
"The Tao also comes from a dream..."
Wow!
This sentence is like a sleeping gray catfish, directly invading the minds of the practitioners in the five realms, bringing people's minds into their dreams.
Bang bang bang bang...
People from all over the world fell down and fell asleep.
Gou Wuyue's body shook violently, and he instinctively launched a resistance. His soul and consciousness were as if he had left his body, and he actually saw his body falling to the ground.
Dream?
With just this sentence, Gou Wuyue's mind is stirred and his spirit is trembling.
Not afraid, but excited!
He actually saw the word "dream" that was even more vigorous than the mysterious gate of the sword ancestor at that time.
He immediately gave up his voluntary resistance and was also in a dream that encompasses the entire Holy Spirit Continent. He wanted to witness the mystery!
These are just the aftermath of a sword.
Hua Changdeng, which was the first to be the "Dream Sword", was already in a state of spiritual instability of "Hedao", and was forcibly pulled into the Huiyi Dream Space in an instant.
With his eyes open, what he saw was the unfair emotions of the protection of the Forgetful River in the vast world, and a physical green light shot from the distant sky.
"Qingju's heart please..."
A sword comes east!
All the cultivators of the Five Realms who woke up in the dream saw this scene. One sword came from the east and one sword immortal. This time it was Qingju?
The dream is illusory, hazy, and extremely vague.
They couldn't even see clearly whether the "Qingju" was really Qingju and what was the true form of the sword body.
Even the figure in white clothes holding Qingju was extremely silence, like the Eight Lords An, more like the one who surpassed the Eight Lords An... Who?
Who can surpass the eight masters in the swordsmanship?
"Phantom sword technique..."
When Hua Changdeng saw a sword coming from the east, he immediately realized the eight masters’ plans, and his heart was slightly thirsty.
Combined with all the performances he had previously swallowed the sword sea, swallowed the famous sword, swallowed the three tribulations, but suppressed everything and was released to the present time.
"This guy wants to use illusion swordsmanship to enter the Tao, and open the mysterious door of the sword?"
The famous sword opened the Xuanmiao Gate, but "Xuanmiao" was stopped by the sword ancestor. The cultivators from the Five Realms saw a figure.
But the true "mystery" should be the ultimate use of ancient swordsmanship, which is enough to reach the third realm of the power of becoming a god and a ancestral ancestor.
Eight masters know...
He wanted to use illusion swordsmanship to interrupt his state of harmony with Taoism, rather than to break up jade than to be a complete one?
"It's stubborn!"
Hua Changdeng let out a long roar, and three swords of sword ghosts appeared around him. The spirit ghost broke through the air and was about to break the dream sword.
Dong!
A sword.
The figure in white clothes holding Qingju was pierced directly.
But it did not disappear, but turned into countless melodious white light spots, sprinkled across the sky, and surrounded by long lights.
Each white light spot fission formed an eight-Zun An.
The thousands of eight Ans are not the eight Ans from the time of the Holy Slave First, but the eight Ans from thirty years ago.
"I"!
"Sword Me"!
The ethereal sound falls into my ears again, like the murmuring of a person who is drunk and has a hearty dream.
Tens of millions of eight masters draw their swords, tens of millions of green Ju Chi Ti, and tens of millions of mysterious white light doors opened, sealing the long lamp with a huge shock in mind.
"The Tao comes from a dream, Qing is kind to you..."
"When you are awake, the flowers are not as good as the sword, the shadow of the lonely building..."
Amid the vast sound of the sword, what is fixed and exploded between the minds of the cultivators in the five realms is the decisive end of the dream sword:
"Illusion Sword Technique·Three Realms·Great Dreams Thousands of Abundance!"
At that time, Gou Wuyue's hair stood up, and she felt like she was enlightened and enlightened.
Dream?
Entering the Tao with dreams?
The first involvement in space-time from the transition from space-time...
The way to space to the second world...
Finally, with the "dream" that the Sword Ancestor never had, entering time, experiencing the eternal truth, and opening the mysterious sword?
"Can you still perform a sword like this?"
"When dreams enter time, the sword proves the future and interprets the magic sword, how can the word "wonderful" be so good?"
The cultivators of the five realms are not as unique as Gou Wuyue.
But he was able to confirm his conjecture when he first saw this dream sword in the loud and powerful sentence "The Third Realm".
The Eight Masters knew, imitated the sword god Gulouying, and combined with the Tao in love and sword skills. The sword came out of the third realm, opened the mystery and won the ancestor god.
And his Tao is going to the extreme in the magic swordsmanship?
"impossible……"
When millions of light doors submerged their vision, they shattered in an instant, turning into a beautiful and gorgeous unique to the dream, Hua Changdeng was lost.
He is the ancestor god.
He also sought to use ghost sword skills to open up the third realm and realize the mysterious gate. This is the dream of all ancient sword cultivators.
But failed.
In other words, because of the influence of the Ghost Ancestor, Hua Changdeng had to take the initiative to turn into another direction.
There are two roads in the woods.
Hua Changdeng chose Kangzhuang Avenue, and naturally, when she dreamed of countless midnight dreams, she fantasized about the romance that the tree-lined path might have.
The path that no one has ever taken before is certainly more exciting than the established path.
Now, the eight masters have come out of the tree-lined path that He cannot see in the end.
Envy, jealousy, and a little hatred...
Ten thrones, each of them is like this!
Why can they have no power and resources to make rapid progress on all kinds of wrong paths?
And I have the resources of the Holy Emperor and have been escorted all the way, and I have reached the ancestor god. I thought I could put those monsters aside thousands of miles.
When he looked back, Kui Leihan almost followed and was cut off from the way forward by himself.
The Eight Lords can still be like a maggot in the tarsal bone, tightly attached to the back of their heads. With this sword alone, he is already qualified to be with him!
"calm……"
The impact of Hedao is too great.
Hua Changdeng could hardly control himself, and this was an emotion that he shouldn't have.
The ancestor god's mind should be broader than the five realms.
But the next second, when I saw this great dream and realized He Dao's appearance, Hua Changdeng almost couldn't control himself again.
The mysterious light gate dispersed.
All the cultivators in the five realms can be seen. Thousands of Eight Priests have lost their true form and turned into thousands of different ancient sword cultivators.
From low to high…
From now on to ancient times...
The divine sword Xuan Cang flew away and fell into the hands of one of the "Eight Lords An" figures, and his figure became apparent.
The lonely building, the silver moon, and the back are also vivid.
One man and one sword, He glanced at him, his voice was cold and arrogant:
"I am famous wood, lonely wood!"
The five realms were shaking together.
Sword God, lonely tower shadow?
Eight masters An Yijian Da Meng Qianqiu invited this person back?
It is very different from what I saw before. At this moment, the Sword Ancestor is lonely, cold and arrogant, clearly not affected by external forces, showing the style of the number one person in the Sword God era at that time.
Following closely behind, the buzzing sword roared and the sword Pavilion's sword - chasing the moon and sweeping the sky - also fell into the hands of a "Eight Lords An" figure, and its image was manifested.
That was an old man with a crane-haired hair, with a fairy-like appearance, stepping on the green wine gourd that was tall, and the wind was sailing in the clouds.
When the sword is used, the person is given spirituality. His eyes turn, and his spirituality is born, and he immediately laughs loudly and is full of courage:
"The wind is on the green clouds that are long and thousands of miles away, invite me to pick the stars and the moon and frost!"
He turned around and looked at the number one kendo man, with more melancholy and more fiery eyes.
Regardless of the current situation, he chased Yue Yigao in his hand: "Brother Gu Mu, I haven't seen him for a long time, and his hands are very itchy. How about the competition?"
Hua Changdeng's eyes were fixed and his expression was complicated.
The cultivators of the Five Realms were dumbfounded while their blood was boiling.
this……
It would be that the dragon has no head but no tail. In this era, even a portrait has not been passed down...
"Divine Sword, Feng Wuhen?"
Feng Tingchen was also in his dream, so excited that he couldn't stand it, just like the Feng family members from all over the world, he was silently shocked:
"Old Ancestor!Old Ancestor!"
Sword God Gulou Ying and Divine Sword Feng Wuhen are all invited!
But more than these two people, with the famous sword sweeping through the sky, one after another of them was borrowed from fame and power in the great dream!
For thousands of years, all kinds of traces that were created in the famous sword were restored in dreams.
There are peach blossoms flying, and the wooden sword is tied to the waist.
A familiar figure appeared reluctantly, falling behind the sword god, looking very polite:
"Not talented, Hua Weiyang."
There were nine swords flying over, headed by Zi Tianzui, and he ran his own way to solve the purple clouds in the sky, full of fairy energy.
A long-haired swordsman in green robe stepped out, standing in his chest with a calm expression and a low and powerful voice:
"Let me, Luo Xian."
The sound of thousands of swords moved, and another figure was outlined, bowing to thousands of people in the five realms, extremely humble:
"I am, the sun horn."
The crane sword flew up...
Great sorrow tears of swords flew up...
The spiritual sword is clear and the snow in the famous city of the tomb is flying, and the dead sword Wuming is flying too...
"The way of court."
"Long Wan'er."
"...Well, Cheng Xue." That was a figure with a look of three-point similar to the Divine Sword Feng Tingchen, desolate and lonely.
The black shadow followed closely behind was extremely blurry, with evil spirits soaring into the sky, and they were holding the stunning evil spirit and Wuming.
In the dream, there are four evil swords.
His eyes were extremely complicated, astonished, ashamed, resentful, and manic... staring at the person who called himself "Zhongxue", and said inexplicably, his voice was hoarse: