Hua Changdeng looked down from a high place, and looked over. His eyes were as scarlet as bloodshot, and his face was full of madness.
He hesitated for so long.
He unfolded the rootless ghost creature in advance, and the heavens helped hunt ghosts.
He regarded the Eight Lords as his biggest opponents, and for this reason he ignored all the other enemies inside and outside the Holy Spirit Continent.
But, I waited for so long.
Bazun An told himself that the trump card he finally hid was a person he had defeated by him thirty years ago?
"Ah hahahaha!"
Hua Changdeng didn't even know whether she was amused or was angry by her own stupidity.
As soon as the cycle of reincarnation begins, His time is not long, and every breath is burning himself.
The power drawn from the three talents of heaven, earth and man is not enough to resist the passing vitality.
And the limit of such a crushing force is enough to be used to fight the combat power of the Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, and the Song Yin, to a defeated general in the past?
In this way, how can we inspire the eight masters and swallow their swords and we two-in-one, and stop the negative effects of the reincarnation of the undead?
You will die!
But not because of being killed.
But because Bazun An is too weak to put enough pressure on himself?
"Damn it!!!"
Hua Changdeng let out a long roar, and his whole body exploded into soul energy and merged into the world.
Within the five domains, the void was filled with hazy green mist, and everyone's hearts were throbbing and their faces were panicked.
"My power is passing?"
Those who have the ability to cultivate the soul should notice it as soon as possible.
Every soul refiner locked by the rootless ghost creature, from the innate to the holy emperor, is absorbed.
What was lost in that part of the body accumulated into a lot, and the mist gathered in the void of the five realms, providing energy for the maintenance of the rootless ghost creature and resuscitation of Hua Changdeng!
Hua Zu, are you crazy?
He is going to destroy the entire continent of the Holy Spirit?
At the sky of Lingyu, the eight masters of swords were illusory and ethereal. I also noticed the behavior of this madman, and my eyes were a little colder:
"Hua Changdeng, obsession blinds your eyes."
Before he could finish his words, a ferocious blue face condensed from the central domain and roared hysterically:
"Shut up!"
With a roar, the rootless ghost creature, which was determined by the three swords of the sword ghost, instantly surged out from the three talents of heaven, earth, and man.
Three gathers in one, and it turns into a long sword in the sky, which looks like a ghost hunting, with a pothole in the sword body and a little in and out.
The space is twisted by force, and it looks like it doesn't look like a sword anymore.
The long weapon with a straight slanted blade is more like a long sword, with dark green flames burning and tangled with evil spirits.
Hunting ghosts!
The ghost hunting after Tianjie!
"Go to die--"
The world exploded and the sound of hatred was loud.
The ghost hunting after the Tianjie, under the nourishment of the rootless ghost creature, has undergone earth-shaking changes in its form.
When Hua Changdeng is in the divine court, it is combined with the ghost hunting.
With this blessing, the Hundred-foot-Hungry Ghost snatched out of the black line from the sky, and its speed soared to the extreme.
He cut off thousands of Taoisms in an instant, and cut them straight to the place where the eight swords were located, and cut them off on his head.
"Hua Changdeng, you can't kill me."
I sneered at the eight swords and sneered at the hundred feet of ghost hunting, without any fear.
He pointed only one point and pointed it forward, and the shackles around him swelled up, radiating his magnificent power.
The boundless power that suppresses and seals the body seems to be about to explode.
But……
Hunting ghosts is too fast!
"Bang!"
The Sword of Hundred-Steps of Flame Slashed hard on the chains of the eight swords around me, and the inner power has not yet been released.
Click—
The crisp cracks were clearly heard in the five realms.
Even the stalemate was not able to hold on for half a breath, and everyone was frightened, but they saw the eight swords and the Taoist chains around me were cut off instantly.
"Can't stand it?!"
Not only that, the ghost hunting momentum remains unabated.
The sword that had accumulated Hua Changdeng's lifelong hatred, then slashed through the eight swords from my chest and neck, and swept out the dazzling sword waves behind it.
Wow!
The light of spirit spread, and the five realms were in an uproar.
This sword is so magnificent, but after it is brilliant, it will wither.
After I received the eight swords, I was more than seventy-sixth of dimness, and the whole "person" seemed to be taken away by most of its power.
His eyes lost his light.
The power of the sealing and storage in my body was released, and the weight seemed to be much lighter, slowly floating upwards, as if it was about to disappear.
...
"this?"
Under Fusang City, the black chicken was covered with black feathers and exploded slightly.
I thought the Eight Masters wanted to pretend to be big, but I never thought they were the smelliest one!
After this sword is cut, can Lao Ba still have the power to fight again?
After thirty years of sealing the sword, not only did the sword fail to be unsheathed, but even the people were depressed and died?
Cross your eyes and slid around.
The Moon Palace slave next to him had a whole face, and it was so bloodless.
This sword not only cut off all the momentum of the Eight Lords, but also cleared the few expectations left by his relatives outside the battle.
"Ah hahahaha..."
Hua Changdeng laughed wildly.
With a sword of ghost hunting, the eight An Daoji have been cut off.
Finally, I am no longer powerless and unable to fight back. This kind of pleasure from the flesh that makes people feel excited.
not enough!
Far from enough!
"Eight Lords An, your ability is only that?"
Hua Zu was crazy, and the hunting ghosts who were snatching the sky disappeared at the end of the sky and appeared on the clouds, and they were divided into two.
Two "long swords" with the expectations of the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms, the spirit flames are burned and cut across!
"No……"
Someone covered his mouth and exclaimed.
Even if one sword is like this, I will lose 70% of the eight masters who know the sword.
How can the Eighth Sword Immortal turn the tables against the wind with the remnant power?
The predictable "turnaround" did not appear at all.
Or, there isn't at all!
The Eight Swords I was even in the out of control after being hit by the previous sword, and I couldn't control myself.
He just tried his best to extend his right hand...
Then he used two fingers to resist...
"Ten sword fingers?"
Everyone's eyes were about to break.
At this time, what other functions can ten sword fingers play?
The previous sword can't be blocked. What should I do with the two swords below? Is it a joke to the five realms that are unyielding?
Bang! Bang!
The road chain is turbulent.
The Dao Chain collapsed.
Two swords were used to hunt ghosts, one was cut from the head of the eight masters, and the other was to cut off their lower limbs. When they were intertwined, they spread the cross-shaped spiritual waves in the void, which was beautiful.
But……
What is the use of beauty?
Ancient sword cultivators have never lacked the romance of creating beauty, and every sword can become an art.
Now, the "cross" that was shaped like a death sentence is standing on the last afterimage before the eight swords passed away.
Capitalized cage!
The deepest shackle!
It not only shattered the last force of the eight swords, but also ignited the sword fireworks that had just been lit in the hearts of everyone in the five realms, and destroyed the cold water.
The rootless ghost creature sounded up and down from all directions, and the long lamps were sarcastic.
"Big Dreams of Away?"
"Sword Bone of the World?"
Everyone seemed to see the elegant white clothes that summoned thousands of ancient sword cultivators again, the golden spine that inherited the ancient sword Taoist indomitable spirit...
"Eight Lords An, I can pronounce your sentence on the spot... Your fate is over!"
Yes, it's all.
All hope is broken.
"laugh……"
The faint blue smoke rises into the sky.
After the three swords of ghost hunting, I couldn't even maintain the human form of the eight swords, and turned into smoke and clouds and disappeared in the east.
not enough!
Not enough to relieve hatred!
Hua Longlan didn't stop.
His plan, His way, His persistent pursuit...
From the beginning of the Tao, to the interruption of the two-in-one state, to the need to fight to the death of the undead cycle...
The accumulated "hate" in it is completely nothing but the three ghost hunting swords, which is enough to calm down!
"Terrently!"
The power of the rootless ghost soul is like a waterfall.
The hunting ghost turned into one, two, three in the sky...
In the end, the number of swords was condensed, not ten thousand swords, but nine swords, with swords added and intertwined.
The number of ninety-nine eighty-one was toward the remaining eight An swords, and I crossed and slashed, as if I had wiped the last wisp of blue smoke in place.
"Break! Break! Break!"
Each sword was cut, and the blue smoke was dimmed three times.
But every time it is cut through, the green smoke is transformed, but it is immortal and can still be stubbornly condensed back.
The more you kill Hua Changdeng, the more you become, the more you hate it.
The cultivators of the five realms suddenly saw something in a terrible way.
“That’s…”
...
"I?"
Gui depreciated site, Kui Leihan looked back in shock.
Hua Changdeng is simply crazy, and she can't see anyone else except Bazun An.
So much so that no one stopped him under the thunder tribulation this time, and his realm was gradually consolidated in the lightning.
Passing the tribulation?
This is not a problem for Kuilehan.
He also focuses on the frontal battlefield and the Battle of Huaba.
Originally, after the ghost hunting sword, Kui Leihan could no longer help, and even carried the thunder tribulation, he wanted to carry the hammer and help.
But just as he asked Bazun An at that time, when he asked whether he needed support, he got a negative answer.
This time, even though the situation was so critical, Bazun An didn't say anything.
Kuilehan saw something strange.
This strangeness, after three swords hunting ghosts...
After hundreds of times of tearing Hua Changdeng, it was confirmed!
"I!"
“He is practicing ‘me’!”
From the perspective of Kuai Leihan, the eight masters of swords were originally known as the thick iron sword.
The first sword to hunt ghosts, cut off 70% of the impurities.
The second sword and the third sword of the ghost hunting are forged into fine iron.
That wisp of blue smoke is the eight masters of "I" who are familiar with the iron.
"I" is amorphous, and "I" is not extinguished. Then, after that, Hua Changdeng can't kill the eight "I" of An, and only the mad continuous beating is left.
This can no longer cause any harm.
Instead, he is tempered, practiced, and was used as a gun!
Kekui Leihan has the only one I can't understand...
He understood the principle of forging thick iron, but I was perfect in the eight masters. What are the impurities removed by hunting ghosts as hammers?
...
"I!"
In the overseas starry sky, the eight masters who knew the intentions were first seen before, and were even more fanatical than the cultivators of the five realms and even Hua Changlanterns...
It's the Demon Ancestor!
The image of the coffin under the tower seemed to be unable to suppress the coffin board when the Eight Masters received the first sword, and they were so excited that they were about to pop out.
When the second sword, the third sword...
When the 100th, one thousand swords were cut by all the eight swords...
What the Demon Ancestor saw was not the eight dying masters who had their lives hanging on the line, but the new and prosperous roads that would come to pass the clouds!
"Doesn't you need to rely on the destiny of the ancestor god to directly repair me?"
"Don't take the path of two-in-one and one-in-one return to zero, from ordinary people to ancestors, and reach perfection?"
The Demon Ancestor knew very well this idea.
But ideas are concepts, but there are always too many shortcomings in practice, because the future is unclear.
The Demon Ancestor saw clearly the path of the eight masters walking, but he also couldn't see through it, which was the contradiction revealed by the eight masters when they practiced swords with external power:
"Clear the way he asked is to give up the body, spirit, mind, and ultimately me."
"However, after fighting the ancestors' four sacrificial houses and giving up me, they will be completely cleared, rather than returning to zero. He will not dare to give up everything. How dare the Eight Lords?"
"If you dare, you are fearless! If you dare, you must have a support! What is the basis for?"
Look at the sword again, I don’t seem to be as good as the three talents of Hua Changdeng Heaven, Earth, Man, Sword, Ghost, in essence, they are still well versed in the method of "two rituals" of the ancestors.
But the Eight Masters are familiar with the ancient martial arts methods and are not proficient in it. His sword at this moment is clearly only "yang" or "yin" in the two qualities. They cannot achieve harmony between Yin and Yang, and cannot break through to one qualities and then go to Wuji!
"He still dares?"
"If you dare, you are fearless! If you dare, you must have a support!"
"If 'I' completely give up, then his only way to save himself lies in the 'limits' of the ancient sword art he has practiced?"
"Can you take 'what' as 'yin', 'reliance', and 'yang' of the four abandoned 'was', and 'body, spirit, and me'?"
"In this way, we can achieve a perfect balance and reach the 'return to zero' state?"
The Demon Ancestor understands the concept.
But He couldn't see through the eight masters know how to find his "yin" and save the "yang" of his body, spirit, and mind that is about to pass away.
unimportant……
It doesn't matter at all...
When raising pigs to this point, you don’t need to think about it yourself anymore. In order to protect yourself, pigs can only give their own answers.
"bring it on!"
"Eight Lords An!"
"Toping a stone to ask for directions will give me more, more!"
...
"Ahhhhhhhh--"
Hunting thousands of ghosts and killing the last wisp of eight swords, Hua Changdeng completely sinks into the sea of obsession and suffering.
He realized something.
Even in such a crazy state, as long as the opponent is Eight Lords, He can find a trace of clarity.
What Kuellehan saw and what the Demon Ancestor saw, He woke up suddenly after thousands of swords.
"I?"
The hunting ghost who counted ninety-eighty-one was immediately ordered to stop in the void. Hua Changdeng was stunned and laughed sadly:
"Ba Zunan, are you still struggling?"
"You don't have a chance!"
The five realms were silent, and under the tyranny of the mad ancestor, he was trembling.
The blue smoke that was floating in the sky, as if it was about to leave the world, was gone at the last moment without any pain or hatred, and turned into an illusory figure in white clothes again.
Eight masters know!
Still eight masters!
The Eight Eight Masters of Immortality!
The sword that was hazy in the sky, stepping on the rootless ghost creature, and unable to kill and slash, I took a gentle step forward...
Hua Changdeng was as if she was stimulated by something, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Shut up!"
"I, I didn't let you read it!"
The 9981-digit ghost hunting turned into the 99-sword formation and rushed to the center.
Bang.
The eight swords and my afterimages are shattered.
The green smoke that could not be killed and torn to pieces turned into a green color like a birdcage. The illusory shackle finally exploded and disappeared in the high altitude of the central region.
“Ah hahaha…”
Hua Changlan smiles long and long.
There is madness and relief in the laughter.
He became, and he successfully killed the eight Zun An. My last stubbornness in this sword can not shake the power of the undead reincarnation!
But at this time...
The five realms covered by the rootless ghost creatures rose from the body of billions of spiritual refiners, from the thoughts of flowers, plants, trees and stones.
The purple air comes from the east, flowing into the sky, turning into auspicious clouds, blooming with mysterious rays of romance.
In a trance, everyone looked up and saw that there was a figure floating in the clouds with fairy aura, as if under various hardships, all the troubles and shackles of the world were removed, and they were about to ascend to the heavenly realm.
No!
That's not illusion!
In an instant, it had condensed into a... divine molt!
There is a misty sound between heaven and earth, and it is time to resound in all directions:
"Three thousand worries silk, weave a prison lock."
"Please kill me with shackles and pick the Taoist fruits in the clouds."
...
Kui Leihan's eyes lit up.
The world, the world, troubles, desires...
"The Sword of the World!"
He completely understood what the eight swords I was killing with the hunting ghosts?
It is the shackles that trap this world, all the "moment of mind" in this body, and all the factors that can interfere with the firmness of "I".
And when these "disturbances" are clearly seen and completely removed by using the external power of the ancestor god.
Cut off cause and effect, and be free and detached!
The eight masters know each other and achieve enlightenment!
...
Boom-
In the starry sky outside the country, the great disaster of the ancestor god's destruction Dharma is coming.
The rootless ghost creature suddenly became turbulent, and a huge mouth was torn apart by the thunder tribulation. Hua Changdeng almost vomited blood and collapsed.
Everything He exhausted from his own power, he made wedding dresses for the Eight Lords to help them achieve their enlightenment?
"Eight! Zun! Ann!"
The sound of pain exploded in the sky.
Hua Changdeng fell from the sky with a qi. With his hand, he grabbed the hunting ghost and screamed:
"I said, you have no chance!"
"All struggles, after you interrupt my ancestor's reunion, will be resisting stubbornly!"
He did not give the eight masters time to pass the tribulation. He threw the ghost hunting in his hand into the sky, pinched the seal and shouted in a low voice:
"The ancestor god has an oracle!"
"Sword Pillar Flavor Array, listen to the call!"
But when I heard several sounds of buzzing swords, ten famous swords scattered on Lingyu Mountain flew up in the sky.
in……
The divine sword Xuancang, the emperor sword Du Zun, the Buddha sword Angry Immortal, and there are four evil swords. The Xuan sword Taicheng flew up and merged into the sky of the rootless ghost creature.
The evil sword Yue Lian, the flame sword flame python, the spirit sword Qingfeng, the crane sword Tingchen, the sleeve sword double needles, fell straight down and melted into the land of the rootless ghost creature.
Boom!
Everything is silent and dumb, and Taoism collapses.
The five realms raised their eyes in horror, but saw the five pillars falling from the sky, magnificent and vast, and the eight masters of the formation locks were An.
The earth exudes five flavors, invades the divine molt, disturbs the heart of the Tao, and even directly disrupts the great disaster of the ancestor god's destruction.
Hua Changdeng did not stop, and used the sword ancestor to enthrone the gods and call them the foundation of the ancestors, and prevented the eight masters from knowing the hope of enthroning the gods and calling them the ancestors...
not enough!
Far from enough!
He wants this man to die!
"In prison, still trying to be free and detached?"
The ghost hunting followed up and merged into the rootless ghost creature. Hua Changdeng laughed loudly: "Eight Masters, it's too late!"
Five pillars, five flavors are shocked.
The sword pillar array that trapped the eight gods and gods spewed out the rays of light and condensed a long sword on the top of the rootless ghost creature.
The ghost hunting hangs on the top, and the pillar smells like a god trapped the gods.
Going to heaven and looking for no way, and going to earth and looking for no way.
The rootless ghost creature unfolds in advance, the ghost hunting is solved in advance, and the one Hua Changdeng is on guard against is the last try of Bazunan.
And this fight...
He, no chance.
With a loud bang, the sword hilt of the Wanba Gui Rushi removed the chain and slashed heavily.
"Appoint God to punish me!"
...
Block the five pillars of the entire world!
Burn and remove the five flavors of the Taoist heart!
The slashing ghost hunting that fell straight down!
The cultivators of the five realms realized what the "unlimited" of ancient sword cultivators was. Hua Zu was so crazy that he was so.
With such great power, if the sword ancestor comes again, how can he resist it?
Not to mention the eight masters who were defeated by the Dao Tribulation, the turbulent Dao Heart, and the detained God’s Demonic Demon?!
"Night……"
The strong wind whistled in my ears, and the intention of death spreads all over the fields.
The Eight Zun An, who had just taken off the shackles and climbed into the sky, had no chance to enjoy the glory of even half a breath of the ancestor god, seemed to have completely given up on his struggle.
He didn't even look at the ghost hunting thousands of feet long, and looked at the rivers and mountains, as if he was nostalgic about this beautiful world that raised this life.
The snow was flying, and at the end of the peak, I wore a white hair in frost.
The setting sun shines on the mulberry trees all over the mountains, the branches of the spiritual elm trees, and the snow scales and leaves are golden.
"Yes, it seems to be late..."
Time seemed to be slowing down when he sighed. Eight masters turned their heads and were reluctant to leave.
But he was no longer looking at Shanxue, Sangyu, and his eyes were falling to Fusang City, like a moaning slave in the Moon Palace.
The heart is surging and there are waves surging.
Thousands of words, but nothing will come.
As soon as the sword pillar flavor formation came out, the gods were killed and the eight masters still wanted to say something and do trivial matters.
He has no chance.
He saw the end of the Tao.
He could not easily cut off the long lamp of Hua and embraced the feelings he had thirty years ago and the throbbing in his heart at this moment.
"Cangshan does not envy the white hair, but this feeling is hard to control..."
But this does not mean that the eight generals of his Anna were buried here and died under the sword of the long lamp hunting ghost.
The wind and moon are gone.
The sword presses on the way.
The eight masters turned around, and their sorrow was removed in an instant.
When he was catching a ghost and approaching his face, he looked at the crazy Hua Changlan in the distance, his eyes were full of evil intentions and his murderous intentions were revealed.
"Night?"
Eight masters shouted and raised their hands and drew their swords east:
"The last thing is Sang Yu, the return is nothing more than a sword!"