Hua Changdeng is not over yet, and the sickle of the God of Death that Xu Xiaoshou has not been thrown out yet.
At the Gui Depreciation Site, Beihuai made a kick and suddenly rushed in, hugged the ghost Buddha and ate it.
Although Cao Yihan hammered the mad dog away in time.
The Bazun An could see that the situation seemed to be out of control and the situation became extremely difficult.
"The five domains are about to be lost!"
This bite is not just a sleeveless bald man.
The injury of the ghost Buddha is not a minor injury, but it represents the complete collapse of the "enchantment" set up half a year ago.
All parts of the Holy Spirit Continent were blocked, and all hidden time and space nodes were exposed.
Originally, the three ancestors abroad had to break through the former site of the ladder and force themselves to crack the time zone.
Once the barrier is broken, they can enter the scene in various ways, either on the open or from the dark anywhere in the East, West, South, North, and Central.
If you can't defend yourself, you can come in.
If you really want to, you can even appear directly in the city of Death Buddha, enter the corner of the crossroads, concentrate your firepower, and attack one point.
As strong as a god, it is not necessarily possible to catch the three ancestors of demons, medicines, and sorrows to join forces until rescue arrives.
At this moment, the only advantageous point that Yu Shengnu could find in this out-of-control chess game was that the only three ancestors were not one-heart alliance, but each had their own ulterior motives.
"Xu Xiaoshou, you're busy."
I sighed in my heart, and Bazun An didn't dare to think about it any more.
That was the event afterwards, and it was also a confrontation between chess players, and it had nothing to do with him.
The most urgent thing he had to solve was that a person was not the third ancestor of overseas, not the Beihuai, nor the others, but... Hua Changdeng!
"It's still a little bit."
"Just a little bit!"
The sword light rushed over, and a figure that was sweeping in his eyes was already reflected, and the eight masters did not move.
The Pingbo Xin Lake is nowhere to be seen, and the vast waves are hidden deep under it.
...
"die!"
The mysterious rays bloom in the northern region.
The dazzling light of the ancestor god was shattered on the top of Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region.
Beihuai's sudden entry, Kui Leihan's mask hit, shocked everyone outside the scene, and made people feel confused. I don't know where the front battlefield is.
But that fluctuation could not even shake Hua Changdeng's persistent thoughts!
He held the hunting ghost in his hand and the three swords of the sword ghost came to fight hard.
With a sword, he voluntarily fell from the realm of the Holy Emperor's Ancestor God in the Northern Domain, and rekindled a blazing flame in the Central Domain.
The realm has fallen.
Hua Changdeng's combat power did not lose, but instead relied on the power of the undead cycle to push it to a higher level.
Not finished yet!
"Sanluo Ghost Formation..."
The sword is close to the face, and the strength is exhausted.
The three swords of the sword ghost turned into patterns at the last moment and were printed into the ghost hunting sword body. Then the sword stabbed the attack to sublimate to another level.
"Lingdu!"
The sound of tearing exploded in the sky of Lingyu.
Countless viewers who were shocked by the oppression of Kui Leihan and looked back at each other earlier.
In the battle situation, the two of them, not to mention evenly sharing the situation, they are completely one-sided crushing.
The eight masters who have lost their spiritual minds...
The burning long lamp...
This is really like the light of fireflies and the bright light of the bright moon!
The most important thing is that after such an absolute attack, Ba Zun An was even weak enough to summon the sword sea and the famous sword twenty-one to make simple defenses.
Once the immortal sword body was broken, thousands of swords in his body were scattered all over the mountains and fields.
The spiritual meaning is even more like a candle in the wind, dying, as if it is even difficult to think and act, let alone fight again?
"laugh……"
Under the gaze of the crowd, the hunting ghost, which was branded with the three swords of the sword ghost, stabbed into the eight spirit bodies without any obstacles.
From the tip of the sword and the body of the sword, it penetrated inch by inch.
There is no pain in the skin, but the pain that pierces the soul as the hunting ghost pierces into it bit by bit, and the practitioners of the five realms will empathize with it.
"No resistance?"
"The Eight Masters are absent from God?"
"Or, he had completely given up on his struggle, and he was left with only spiritual will, and he could no longer stir up any waves?"
This is completely different from the expected picture.
Even the mysterious two swords in front were opened, and everyone's expectations for the Eighth Sword Immortal reached the highest level.
But now...
He stood still and chose to die?
"Bang!"
Hualonglantern did not give any chance.
The ghost hunting pierced the eight spiritual bodies and pulled them hard horizontally.
In an instant, a violent green force wave spread out in the void, shattering all the souls in the radius.
Eight masters know...
After the "body" is destroyed, the "spirit" is also cut off!
...
"Xiao Ba..."
Under Fusang City, the Moon Palace slave staggered slightly, and his thoughts were blank.
Of course she could see that Bazun An was not losing his mind, not helpless, but not wanting to defend.
What he wants is to break and then establish?
But after the three ways of body, spirit and mind are completely destroyed, can we still stand up?
Even if you can succeed in taking risks, what should you do if you are a Daoji, what should you do if you live for the rest of your life, and what should you do in the future?
Even if he was finally appointed as a god and ancestor, the Eight Lords won this battle and could be written into history and passed down by later generations.
"win?"
So what if you win, is it that important to win?
Everyone is waiting for a victory, and the Moon Palace slave never thought about losing or winning.
What she wanted to see was the eight masters who were intact, whether they were defeated or defeated.
He can be in a mess.
He can be covered in bruises.
He can get ten thousand swords, but he can't get an incurable injury after the war!
"I can't save it..."
However, the vision of the former descendant of the Holy Emperor made the Moon Palace slave easily see the injuries that could be repaired by refining the baby saint plant.
When the "spirit" is also destroyed, it is difficult to recover.
If you have even given up your "intention", even if you can still live, you can still win this battle...
Eight Zou An, how many are left?
The Moon Palace slave opened his mouth, took a step forward, and tried to stop.
She couldn't make any sound. The "ding" sound in front of her was the yellow copper coins thrown out by the night sky.
She guessed the copper coin that represents fate and variables three times but failed to guess it.
And the unchanging result that you turn to yourself will always be...
“Exit.”
...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The ghost hunting sword was pulled out, and Hua Changdeng laughed wildly.
He licked the delicious spiritual blood on the sword and looked around.
He was sure that the eight masters were still here, but did not move their swords immediately, but instead roared loudly:
"It's too late!"
"It's too late!"
"Eight Zun An, I know what you want to do... and then stand up? Reborn from the fire? Useless! All useless!"
Is Hua Changdeng irrational?
Yes, he was irrational.
From the realm of the ancestral god, being beaten to falling from the Holy Emperor, who can keep her rationality? Hua Changdeng is already crazy!
But did he completely lose consciousness?
No, he still has obsession.
When the state of Hedao was interrupted, he simply did not have to look forward and did not have to tie his hands and feet on his own. He could completely let go of his actions.
It is too dangerous to be surrounded by the ancestor god? Now he is no longer the ancestor god. He does not want to be in the future. He only wants to live and fight for a way out in the overall situation.
Then, the battle is all!
A battle with all your heart and one last explanation is to give yourself!
Everyone wants to fight a wolf with bare hands and be alone without any harm, but no one can win perfectly, so paying the price is what it should be.
His long lamp paid the price.
He gave up his future, the great way, everything.
He knew that Bazunan was the same type of people as him, and he was unwilling to be like this, so he must have a backup plan, but...
"It's too late!"
"You, no chance!"
The hunting ghost flipped in his hand, lifted it up in front of his chest, surging power and rushing out.
Hua Changdeng's eyes were so angry that they were scattered, and ghost eyes were on his back, but he could still make a sound, and the sword style was not messy:
"Three days of mind and eyes, and the hole shines on all consciousness."
Buzz!
The mysterious formation diagram of the sword Tao under your feet was rippling and it was fleeting.
The magnificent soul power instantly drowns a radius of thousands of miles, and uses the method of heart sword technique to "illuminate" the residual knowledge in the field.
"This is……"
The onlookers were shocking.
The specialty of the Heart Sword Art, Mr. Si, Shou and others have already presented too many spiritual masters in the Five Realms.
But every time I photographed it, it was mostly about the remnants of the post-war period, and there was not much left.
For example, when Shou Ye killed the sword immortal, he was not allowed to kill the sword, and the one who was chasing him was only a remnant thought.
But what Hua Changdeng shines at this moment is densely packed within a radius of thousands of miles, all of which are silver sword thoughts!
"The eight masters know that the body and spirit are completely destroyed, but their intentions are not hurt at all?"
"This quality, this quantity..."
"Oh my God, just by this intention, I will use another sword, except Master Su. Who else can stop the eight masters in the world... No, one third of the eight masters in the world?"
Hualong lamp is OK!
The hunting ghost hanging upside down in his chest gently stabbed down.
The ripples in the heart lake spread, instantly spreading all the silver sword thoughts in the field, causing the sword thoughts to tremble.
"Pull it out!"
Hua Changguang roared.
When this sword Prajna is pulled up and slashed out, he has absolute confidence and clears the scope of the exile field, and the eight masters are familiar with all the residual consciousnesses.
No matter how strong a person is, only Jian Min is left with such a broken mind.
For outsiders, it is also a terrifying force that can create a body and abstain from the mind.
But for Hua Changdeng, who has the combat power of the ancestral god, these are nothing, not to mention that the Eight Masters had no intention of resisting from beginning to end.
But!
Pull it out?
One breath...
Two breaths...
Three breaths...
After ten breaths, Hua Changdeng stabbed into the heart lake with a sword, aiming to find all the swords in the range, but he was unable to draw the sword for a long time.
"It's too late!"
Hua Changdeng suddenly raised her head and roared: "You can't!"
Hua Zu, hesitated...
Everyone saw that hesitation was hesitating. What was he hesitating?
The sword thought, locked by the terrifying aura of Prajna, was also buzzing and trembling, as if it was trembling, but it gathered and intertwined, turning into a vivid human face.
Bazun An chuckled lightly, his eyes with a bit of joking:
"Brother Hua, you're scared."
Hua Changdeng held the hand of the ghost hunting and trembled violently.
"Afraid?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
He laughed loudly, tears falling out of his eyes. After laughing, he couldn't say a word.
Flying snow is soaked around Lingyu Mountain.
The atmosphere became extremely solid and embarrassing.
The face of the eight masters gathered in their minds, then lost all their expressions, and their tone became neither salty nor light:
"Brother Hua, like you, I have no time."
"I'm the only choice to live after putting it to death."
He changed his tone and spoke more of the arrogance that Hua Changdeng did not possess at this moment:
"But Brother Hua, a frog in the well, does not know the sky is high or the sea is wide."
"You can't imagine how strong I will be if I break and then build it. Just like this, you could not have expected it before. In front of the way of sword me, the mystery of the three realms is just the foundation."
"His mountains, my threshold."
"Knock on the door and enter the road, and the storm will be renewed."
The human face said wildly, but it was shocked to the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms and was ashamed.
He actually said that the mystery of the three realms is just a stepping stone for his eight masters to seek enlightenment, just a threshold that can be easily passed through?
What about us?
What are we?
Even if we are nothing, what about Hua Zu?
Hua Changdeng was furious, and his eyebrows were full of humiliation, but the sword in his hand was still unable to lift it.
The Eight Zun An's eyes fell on the trembling ghost hunting sword and saw weakness, incompetence, and established failure.
He said in a twelve-confidence tone:
"So, this sword, this last sword, Brother Hua, you dare not pull it out, nor dare to kill me."
"After the two swords were mysterious, the 'Eight Lords' have become your gods and Buddhas, and you have the greatest obsession and nightmare for you in this life."
"One sword without Prajna can remove my will."
"However, your nightmare will wake up on the spot, kill me, or kill ‘me’, two roads..."
Eight masters said one word and one beat me: "You don't even dare to Hua Changdeng!"
Provocation method?
A perfect provocation!
However, after the mysterious two swords, facing the eight masters who are still crazy and still have a strong desire, who can guarantee...
What he said is all false?
One sword, Prajna Wu, should be slashed out, and the eight masters will be able to break through and then stand up, and they will be appointed as gods and ancestors in place, and merge two into one, or even zero. What should I do?
Ten thousand pairs of eyes staring at Hua Changlan.
The focus of the whole world falls on the choice of ghost hunting.
Some people who are like the slaves in the Moon Palace pray silently "stop here", some people who are like Gou Wuyue who are outside the matter and wait for the "true meaning of the sword", some people who are like the demon ancestor, who are looking forward to "renew the wind and clouds" at a glance...
...
"despair."
Heart Lake, a drop of sweat drips down.
The ripples of the sword sing, rising from the elm of the spirit, and sings the five realms in an instant.
"Eight Lords An!"
"You! No! Maybe!"
Hua Changdeng tore and roared, and hunted ghosts in his hand and pulled them out from the lake of my heart.
The sword intent tear apart the space, exiled the world within a radius of thousands of miles, and was torn like a tablecloth, and its power merged into the ghost hunting sword.
"Heart Sword Technique·Prajna None."
Hua Changdeng swept across with a sword, and the faint green sword light slashed out from the front of him, spreading thousands of miles.
Wow!
The sky of Lingyu is high, and the snow is clear.
The eight human faces, who had no sense of resistance, blew into flying silver flowers after the sword light swept over and fell into the sky.
"No……"
The Moon Palace slave covered his red lips and his eyes were whirling.
After breaking, she cannot see whether it succeeds or not.
All she saw was the unchanging ending: it could not be saved...
...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
One sword cut off eight Zun An.
The three paths of body, spirit and mind are completely eliminated, and there is no chance to turn the tables.
Once the demon in the heart of Hua Changguang is eliminated, the mysterious rays of clouds are dyed through the whole body.
Without any hesitation, he swung the hunting ghost back and slowly inserted it into the scabbard around his waist, then closed his eyes.
"Buzz!"
The surging Taoist rhyme surged out.
Thousands of scenes flashed around Hua Changlan.
There are the Yunshan Emperor Realm when I was a child, there are all the opponents who have been defeated by going down the mountain with a sword, the Huaba Battle at the foot of Guizhesheng Mountain, and the hanging down the screen and candles...
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes burst into pieces, and the heart of Tao was clear.
Get up.
Step forward in one step.
The hunting ghost flew out of the sword sheath, floated above the head, and reunited the three flowers.
The three swords around the body spun up, as soon as they entered the sky, into the earth, and through the void, the swallow returned and pierced the throat and melted.
"The sword hidden for more than thirty years..."
Hua Changdeng took another step, and the mysterious formation diagram of the sword Tao under his feet was unfolded.
Not only ghost swordsmanship, but every module there is a brilliant pattern, and the nine major swordsmanships are moving forward in unison. The most important is ghost swordsmanship, rather than specializing in ghost swordsmanship!
At that time, the glory of the three swords of heaven, earth, man, and the glory of the three swords complements the mysterious formation diagram of the swordsmanship under your feet.
The way is accomplished in oneness and merges with oneself.
Hualong lamps fluttered in clothes, and shouted loudly:
"Use the sword of the One Heart with no desire to give, complete the nine thousand ways and combine the names of the three talents, and seek the appearance of virtual and real Dharma in the ghost without roots."
"This sword, the mind returns to heaven, the spirit returns to earth, the body returns to man, the three paths return to one, and the sword ghosts open all the same."
He stretched out his hand.
The hunting ghost flew from the top into the palm of his palm.
The famous sword is gone in dust and becomes clear and bright.
"Ghost hunting, Tianjie!"
With a loud sword roar, Hua Changdeng stood with a slanting sword.
The power of the ancestor gods around the body regenerates, instantly encompassing the five realms, locking the entire world, exiling it, and putting it into the new divine court.
"Daocheng!"
There was a roar, and the sound of the catastrophe was roaring on the top, but no catastrophe thunder descended.
The Voiding Holy Spirit Continent, annex the Yin Cao of the Divine Court, and nourish the rootless ghost creature - As soon as the "rootless ghost creature" of the Self-Divine Court came out, Hua Changdeng entered the realm of the Ancestral God again!
...
And at this time...
The Eight Masters An is indeed still alive.
The place where the residual intention is eliminated is condensed into a sword out of thin air.
It was like a figure walking out of the long river of time, with white clothes as old as before, in its prime, and the arrogance between its eyebrows had not yet been reduced by time, like the eagle soaring into the sky, with its eyes full of arrogance.
But……
The rootless ghost creature sealed the five realms.
The three swords of the sword ghost cut off the back path.
Under the eyes of the ancestor Hua, the eight masters know the sword and I are as vague as ants!