The five realms are shocking and I don’t know how to describe what I see now.
The dazzling golden sword bone was poked out from the Great Dream Qianqiu and poked into the northern region of the real world.
It killed the Ancestor Hua, the Ancestor of Ghost, and the pillars in high altitudes, almost completely shattered.
Below it, starting with Lingyu, heading north, the aftermath of the sword light plowed through the sea and teared the land.
The waves rolled up high on both sides, swinging thousands of feet high.
After three breaths and ten breaths, the ripples are pushing out layer by layer, and the force is immortal and cannot be retracted for a long time.
Divide rivers and break seas, split mountains and change land.
After a sword, Hua Zu lost all the sounds.
The hearts of the cultivators in the five realms are like the wave patterns in the sea, and they can no longer be calm.
"Look, the sword bones of the world are still continuing!"
The Hualong Ding, who was nailed to death in the sky far north, had huge cracks in the body, as if it was about to break into several large sections.
The power of his body quickly corrodes, becomes charred, and emits a scent of decay.
This new body of the ancestral god who had just taken off his divine shed, was witnessed by the five realms...
It's ruined!
I was killed by a sword!
In a trance, Hua Changdeng struggled to lift her eyelids, as if she wanted to take a look at the beautiful world beneath her.
The dazzling golden light disappeared into my eyes. Looking around, the blood-colored scarlet dyed in the turbid dusk, and the desolation was seen.
"ah……"
Hua Changdeng murmured weakly and closed her eyes heavily.
The climate in the northern region is so cold, and the biting wind makes people feel pain all over their body, and even the ancestor god can't stand it.
"I'm not willing to do this..."
"I'm not willing..."
...
"Shit!"
The power of the sword bones had not stopped yet, and he still spread salt on the wound.
The golden murderous thought forms the essence, for fear that the Hua Changlan will not be killed slowly, and will be injected into its disabled body madly, and then merge into its spirit and mind.
His skull was broken into eight petals. After he fell into a coma, he fell to only half a row of teeth. He was hurt and knocked against the gums, making dry syllables.
As he pulled out, his chest and throat swelled from time to time, and blood flowed from the wound on his body. Finally, what he opened his mouth and spit out was the dark green soul blood.
"Hua Changdeng uses the way of the ghost ancestor to seal the ancestor, cultivates the soul and is based on the spirit. This is like hurting the soul and acting on the body. The Eight Masters know that they are from the body to the spirit?"
"The sword bones of the world are so powerful?"
"That's not! The sword opens the three mysterious realms, not the three realms of the artistic conception of Dameng Qianqiu and Bushijian, but pure attack and output!"
"Everyone, it seems that it is not only the body, but the spirit is damaged. The intention of the ancestor Hua seems to have begun to disintegrate?"
"Oh my God, I just saw the gods and the ancestors. Do you want to witness the death of the ancestors?"
In fact, the preaching scenes of each family are now available, and there are few that can clearly convey the tragedy of Hua Changdeng in the far north.
But there are many half-saints in the Northern Region, Taixu. The group that escaped from the cracks in the time realm earlier all caused the sudden Qingshi sword bone to make their scalp chill and scare to death.
I thought the front-line battlefield was already terrifying enough, but I never thought that the situation in the mainland was even more tragic.
In the great dream, practitioners from all over the five realms also tried to use the power of dreams to break through the distance limit and to "closely" view the injuries of Hua Zu.
Not many people can do this, but there are many people with outstanding spirit and mind. They just regret that the palm apricot has not developed such a function and cannot burn the miserable state of Hua Zu through the dream and leave it to the real world to brag about it.
But Hua Changdeng's "feedback" was suddenly given enough.
After more than ten breaths of dead silence, He began to spasm violently, and ghost energy, demon energy, and a large number of disordered breaths of life escaped from his wounds.
Not only was the cross-brow ghost sign on the side of his eyebrows a red mark, but his eyes suddenly opened, but he was also bloodshot and scarlet, and his whole body became "crazy".
Hua Changdeng's facial features were twitching frequently, and it was obvious that it was not his own will that dominated the body.
The power of the sword bone in the world completely spread to the three paths of body, spirit and mind, interrupting the state of harmony with the Tao, but this has become a trivial matter.
The most serious thing is that His "self" scattered in the various reincarnation memories of the Ghost Ancestors, because of the separation of the Ghost and the Ghost, because of the restraint of the sword bones of the world...
Can't come back!
“Ahhhh…”
After the heart-wrenching and miserable twitch, the self dissipates, the imbalance of strength, and the disorder of the Taoist heart.
The combination of all side effects almost tortures people into disorienting beasts, Hua Changdeng opened his mouth and let out a scream:
"kill--"
The power of the surging soul bursts out.
However, under the leadership of the unconscious, he lost his clear target of attack and just raged around and spread.
This shrill roar scared everyone in the Five Realms, but it had no substantial lethality.
Even Taixu, which is close to the northern region, can dodge it.
But when he roared like this powerlessly, the person who was in a dream for thousands of years was shocked to realize that the dream world was fluctuating like water and trembling.
"The dream of Qianqiu is about to be interrupted?"
It’s not just the dream world that cannot be maintained.
With the spread of soul power above the high sky of the Northern Region.
The seemingly indestructible sword bones gradually shattered into golden spots of light and spread in the sky.
"Eight Lords An...
Someone keenly noticed that the above Lingyu was the eight Zun An staggering his body, and the dream Qingju, which was clenched in his palms, disappeared at some point.
The murderous chrysanthemums under him withered in the wind, and thousands of ancient sword cultivators standing on the chrysanthemum petals left without saying goodbye and collapsed one after another.
With a buzzing sound, the great dream completely collapsed, and the sword bones of the world also flowed into the long river of time, saying goodbye to reality and becoming the past.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal, I'm exhausted!"
The Eight Zun An almost fell from a high altitude, but fortunately a figure in red skirt rose into the air in time before he helped him fall into the mountains.
There are two mysterious swords that open. If you use them in the state of the ancestral god, the eight masters can withstand it.
But he was named the god and called the ancestral road, but he was cut off by Hua Changdeng early on.
After even abandoning the Immortal Sword Body, it is difficult to use these two swords with spirit and mind, let alone maintain them?
He also wanted to take advantage of Hua Changdeng's state to end the other party directly.
Being powerless.
The storyteller helped his brother to the ground and soon discovered that the arm he was holding tightly with his palm became illusory.
"Don't joke, brother..."
The storyteller sweated down his forehead and became extremely nervous.
He remembered that after abandoning the Immortal Sword Body, he would throw all his spirits and minds into a dream for thousands of years, which was a desperate bet.
Now that the great dream has collapsed for thousands of years, the dream will never come back, everything inside should disappear.
The spirit and mind that should have been shattered in the dream naturally cannot survive in the real world.
The Eight Masters are familiar with this but are not good at this.
What he is stronger is the sword, not the body, spirit, and mind, that is to say...
The Eight Zou An is about to die?
...
"No……"
"No, no, no, no..."
Under Fusang City, the slave of the Moon Palace cried in tears.
Instead of rushing to Xiaoba, she turned around and grabbed Yu Zhiwen's hands, her pretty face turned pale.
However, thousands of words suddenly choked up.
She grabbed the black chicken tightly again, as if holding the last straw, and her hands couldn't stop trembling:
"You have a way!"
"You must have a way!"
"Daoqiongcang said, you have an apricot world, and the world is born, and the purple qi of Hongmeng will be born... not enough, not enough... not..."
The Moon Palace slave talked to himself, looking like a demon, and suddenly woke up and came back:
"Yes! Yes!"
"The way of life, you can, the mystery of your life..."
She stopped suddenly again.
Even if the way of life transcends the way, then shape the body again.
What the Eight Lords An lost is the immortal sword body. It is difficult for the sword intent to reunite. The most important thing is that the Great Dream Qianqiu traps Hua Changdeng and also traps the Eight Lords An Ling and Idea.
The body reshaped in the real world cannot connect with the spirit and intention of the dream world. These two are like the yang realm and the yin realm, and they will never be bounded.
"I thought of it!"
Before the Moon Palace slave gave up, he suddenly looked up, tears dripping, and he looked at the black chicken with a begging face: "...the holy plant of the baby."
In the apricot world, at the center of Shen Pesticide Garden, the Holy Plant of Diying suddenly shivered.
The black chicken was silent, Yu Zhiwen held Sister Yue’s cold hands and tried to soften her voice: “What’s wrong with the baby Shengzhu?”
"The sacred plant of the infant, the Taoist baby formed, may balance the dual power of reality and dreams, so that the eight masters can understand the spirit and temporarily store their minds."
"As long as you can save it for a short time..."
The Moon Palace slave is indeed worthy of being the successor of the former Saint Emperor.
There are no fewer ways to save people. The more critical the more calm the. At the end, I cleared the clouds and mist and saw the blue sky: "As long as there is time, we still have hope, and save the Eight Zun An back!"
In the apricot world, the sacred plant in the baby shook its head.
The eight masters know that the sword will open the mystery and dream will come out again. In the reality and dream world, they will separate the immortal sword body, spirit, and mind to it.
It can create a Taoist infant that balances the dual power of "reality" and "dream", as a new carrier for the eight masters to understand spiritual meanings.
The problem is that it has such ability to create babies.
Eight Zun An, can you still drive the third sword?
A normal method cannot save Bazunan, and it is also unrealistic to catch people from the long river of time.
The third realm of the Great Dream has long reached the height of the ancestor god. In the "dream" and "reality", we have found the balance of yin and yang, and are not under the path of the ten ancestors.
Therefore, even if the self lost inside and outside the dream world is lost, the spirit and mind trapped in the dream world is probably the one who has recovered it. There is only the mirror and moon in the dream, not the real person.
Naturally, Xu Xiaoshou, who is transcending the Tao of time, is also unable to turn the world back, unless he suddenly becomes transcends the Tao, and the "reality of Tao" also becomes transcends the Tao, and he is moving to the Tao that the eight masters know.
The black chicken chuckled, and Yu Zhiwen could only speak hard: "Sister Yue, it said, Daoying can't survive the eighth sword immortal..."
The Moon Palace slave's pupils suddenly dilated, without any focus, and his vision penetrated the black chicken:
"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!"
"I know a secret method, just refine the ancestral tree..."
"In this way, you give me all the Holy Plants of the Infant, Dragon Apricot, and Nine Sacrifice Osmanthus. I have a way to save the Eight Zun An!"
...
?
In the apricot world, dragons and apricots, infants, and nine sacrifices to osmanthus are all terrified.
The god who was not named after the name worshipped Liu was so scared that he almost shrank into the state of broken Liu. He only regretted that his current strength has recovered a little too well, so he hurriedly said:
"I can't save it!"
"Master Shou, this crazy woman's secret method, Liu Zhi, but with her ability, she cannot refine the ancestral tree for less than a thousand years, and..."
"Where am I going to refine it?" Xu Xiaoshou's spiritual energy transformed into the Shenshen Pesticide Garden, and the gods worshiped Liu and spoke in a dilemma.
The dragon apricot spirit burned at a glance, and rushed into the sky, and the dragon scales seemed to be about to explode:
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
"Xu Xiaoshou!!!"
"I have sweated and bleeding for the Xing Realm. I have been born and died for the Xing Realm. You and I have been slashing each other! You and I have been slashing each other! You forgot that Daoqiong came in at that time, who escorted you out to death?"
Xu Xiaoshou incarnated: "It's not a joke."
"Huh!" The spirit of Long Xing calmed down a little, "Just just kidding, I'm scared to death. Don't do this in the future... Wait? What did you say?"
Xu Xiaoshou stared at the god and worshiped Liu: "If you each have only one residual meaning, but I promise to repair you in the future. Can the energy squeezed out in the middle be refined into an eight perfect Taoist baby?"
"Ao!" The spirit of Long Xing rushed into the sky, and began to splatter fire into the four spaces, screaming.
"I... can't do it..." Jiu Jigui's spiritual body was so scared that his delicate body trembled, and he retreated step by step, "No..."
"Ah!" The baby holy tree also shocked the spirit, and its voice was like a little girl with a new mind, but the spirit body was quite mature.
God worships Willow without saying anything.
The three great ancestral trees all stared at it, and Xu Xiaoshou also stared at it.
"Yes." Gui Liu nodded.
The spirit of Long Xing rushed down with one hand, almost tearing the gods and worshiping willows, and the latter hurriedly added:
"My Shou also opened the mysterious sword and used the same Da Meng Qianqiu words..."
"It can be done." Xu Xiaoshou nodded.
Gui Liu's voice trembled, and he did not dare to look at the other three ancestral trees: "Su Ye is not good at 'the emptiness of dreams' and 'the truth of reality'. He also needs to be appointed as a god and ancestor, and forcibly balance the dual powers of reality and dreams."
"I have the Origin True Stele. I don't have to be a god and call it the ancestor. I can forcefully stabilize these two hedging powers."
Gui Liu took a deep breath: "Long Xing, Jiu Sheng Gui, can only be left with a residual consciousness, but after refining this way, the power of the infant creation will be exhausted and will definitely die."
The sage of the baby is so heartbroken that he is about to cry.
Gui Liu looked at the pale-faced baby spirit body. She had already died once.
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and works together in the apricot world. No matter how arrogant the god worships the willow, he is unwilling to see his companions in the ancestral tree, and ends up like this.
Xu Xiaoshou really did this, and he would accompany him once.
But next, we have to find another wise ruler and find another way to live. After all, there must be two, and no one can gamble on human nature.
Xu Xiaoshou was silent.
In fact, he was from the bottom of his heart and was unwilling to use this method of tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall.
But even if the baby can survive, the Eight Lords can survive. In this perfect situation, he promises that the four great ancestral trees will be able to get more than ten times what they have paid for at this moment!
If you have a baby, you will die...
Even if I force myself to refine it, Bazun An is not that kind of person, and it is impossible for him to accept it...
This road is not open!
"There is another way, right?"
Xu Xiaoshou signaled Long Xing’s spirit to be at ease.
He can survive by sacrificing his left hand and protecting his right hand, he will never be able to do anything.
The god worships willow's eyes and looks at the Holy Spirit Continent, and the spiritual head shook slightly:
"There's no time..."
"It would take more than half a year to refine the ancestral god even if the master takes action..."
Xu Xiaoshou sighed, his mind turned back to the black chicken and looked at the battlefield.
Yes, Bazunan can't afford to wait, and "Hua Changdeng" will not give him a chance.
...
"roar!"
The northern region roared away again and the crazy beast roared.
Hua Zu's body disintegrated and his spiritual mind was disorganized. He was bound to die, accompanied by a long whistle, but three swords rushed out of the sky.
Body ghost! Spirit ghost! Mind ghost!
The three great sword ghosts of spiritual mind pierced into their bodies, spirits and spirits, and hit the life and death acupoints, releasing the light of reincarnation.
"Heaven! Earth! People!"
"The three talents return to their positions, and the undead reincarnation!"
With a loud bang, the shadow of the ghost ancestor who had been killed by the pillar woke up like a cycle of wisdom. After applying the operation, he was strongly taken back into the body of Huachangdeng.
It's like a long lamp with a black robe in the God of Death, leaving only a misty bust, resurrecting the soul with a corpse.
He completely gave up on the Tao, sacrificed himself, and recalled a wisp of the ghost ancestor's remnant soul.
But it is not about fulfilling the Ghost Ancestor, but about using the Ghost Ancestor to swallow his remaining energy and try to squeeze out the last bit of my strength.
The art of ghost ancestor...
The god worshipped Liu Xinlin and hurriedly spoke: "There is a technique for the Yin of Suiyin, and the rebellion of the throne, can you tell me?"
Xu Xiaoshou's face turned heavy, and he heard about this technique.
At that time, he had "read" some pictures by chance.
The birth of the anti-forbidden wheel seems to be a forbidden technique that burns potential and restores the power of the peak ancestral god in a short period of time.
At that time, the god also sacrificed his body in the 33rd heaven, and his stick broke his body with a stick, and he had already achieved victory.
However, once the Yin-Reverse Forbidden Wheel of the Cong Yin is opened, the battle will not be seen, but the ending is that the god is also left with only one residual soul, which has to be placed on Cao Erzhu.
It is tragic that it is conceivable.
"Returning back?" Xu Xiaoshou saw something.
"Yes!" The god worshipped Liu with great heavy voice:
"Ghost Liu has seen Hua Changdeng sword-cultivation ghost, and knows that these three swords are accompanied by the soul of the ghost ancestor. Even if the authority of reincarnation has not yet been obtained, it can forcibly activate an effect similar to the anti-forbidden wheel generation."
"As soon as this technique is opened, Hua Changdeng will surely die in the future, but it can be borrowed at least a quarter of an hour. He has no chance and can only fight to the death."
A quarter of an hour...
What can be changed?
Xu Xiaoshou woke up in shock.
able!
Give up the soul, give up the cycle of reincarnation, give up the ghost ancestor, Hua Zu joins the Tao, and even give up the realm of the ancestor god.
He has been demoted from his position and returned to the Holy Emperor, and has ignored the Taoist foundation and re-taking the path of ancient sword cultivation, and has once again become a god and ancestor - completely not looking at the future, only looking at the present, and only trying to survive in vain.
But as long as I swallow the eight swords, or dream of him for thousands of years, the sword bones are penetrated, and the sword is mysterious, there is still hope of being given the ancestor god again.
This may forever lose the opportunity to be "two-in-one" with the ghost ancestor, stop at the realm of ordinary ancestral gods throughout his life, and then become a demon and medicine bait.
But it can last your life!
It can continue from "one quarter of an hour" to "one year" and "ten years".
Even if a Boss died, as long as a "in case" happens, he will swallow eight Zan An, eat Beihuai and the Medicine Ancestor, may he embark on a new "two-in-one" path?
"hiss!"
At this point, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but suck in the cold air.
The battle to seize the Tao was a tragic dream, but I never thought it would be so crazy.
This is just Hua, Gui, and there are also mouth-watering medicines outside the mainland. Bei, and behind it, the Demon Ancestor, the Yin of the Sword is eyeing it!