Bazun knows exactly how many pairs of eyes are watching him in this world.

Hua Changdeng also knows what kind of existence is behind him, which has been watching and urging him.

Both of them focused on what was in front of them, not caring about what was behind them.

Lingyu Mountain is gone.

The glass of wine on the stone table of Linghu Lake, which divides the world into black and white, was given by the Eight Masters and asked about it on the heart of Hua Chang Deng.

"handle……"

Everyone murmured and began to wonder why Hua Changdeng had fallen into the hands of the Third Ancestor, so he was willing to be a pawn.

After all, the Eighth Sword Immortal will not make random mistakes. What he says must have his own thoughts.

Hua Changdeng remained silent, his expression changed slightly, then returned to calm.

The golden goblet in front of him was filled with wine, and everyone in the world gave Bazun this face, but he remained indifferent.

"Why, Brother Hua is afraid that I will poison you?"

After saying this, Ba Zunzhen himself laughed.

He is not a man of moral integrity and will not use those underhanded tactics.

All the ancient sword cultivators around Linghu, such as Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, Tears, and Gu Qingduo, all drank his wine and gave him enough face.

Even Xiao Kongtong and Xiao Wanfeng, who were unconscious and fell to the ground, had their noses twitched, woke up and took a sip before fainting again.

Mr. Siren didn't even care about his seriously injured body. He took a sip and the wine passed through his intestines and flowed out of the hole. He coughed and coughed up blood, but he shook his fan high and shouted silently:

"Happy, happy!"

You, Huachangdeng, are the only ones who don’t dare to drink?

Are you, Huachangdeng, a coward?

Everyone stared at the Hua Sheng Emperor. The will condensed by the world's fame turned into a general trend and overwhelmed him.

Hua Changdeng almost wavered and reached out to touch the wine glass.

Only then did he realize that the glass of wine given to everyone in the world was not given in vain - the strange scenery of Linghu Lake was an illusion, and the names of the eight acquaintances were real.

His Ten Thousand Swordsmanship skills are completely different from others in the world in terms of his movements, and he can be said to be unique.

However……

Borrowing a name, so what?

"I'm also confused."

Now that his fingertips had touched the golden bottle, Hua Changdeng would not let go. He picked up the wine glass, but he still didn't drink it.

You can drink wine, but you can't drink it in vain.

Bazun wanted to talk. There were some questions that not only the Third Patriarch was curious about, but Hua Changdeng was also curious about them.

"Brother Hua is confused, but it doesn't matter, but before drinking this cup and raising my doubts, it seems that you haven't given me the answer I want?" Bazun glanced at me.

"You are so knowledgeable, but you still need someone else to give you an answer?"

Hua Changdeng held the golden bottle and smiled. He didn't believe that the person in front of him came with questions. He was clearly asking questions knowingly.

"Then I'll take a bold guess..." Bazunzun grabbed the jade pot and poured wine into the golden cup in front of him again.

The Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivator is restless again.

The five realm spiritual masters were jealous again.

Because as the golden wine glasses in front of the eight acquaintances gradually filled up, the golden bottles in front of the ancient sword cultivators everywhere began to smell the aroma of wine again.

"besides?"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal gave me a second glass of wine?"

"Mr. Siren understands my feelings. How happy!"

This time, the process of pouring wine was extremely slow. It was clear that the wine in the jade pot in the hands of the Eight Masters kept pouring, and the wine in the ancient sword repair cups of all parties was not yet full.

I saw him staring at the jug and pouring wine, and guessing at the same time, his tone was neither fast nor slow:

"There is no turning back when you cross a river. You must borrow gold and stone to sharpen your sword. It will become varnished after thirty years of sharpening. Only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed."

"Brother Hua first inherited the art of swordsmanship and reached the pinnacle of ghost swordsmanship. I am ashamed of myself. However, he succeeded in Fengdu and failed in Fengdu."

"Since I have obtained the Divine Court of the Ghost Ancestor, my journey to becoming a Sword God has no end. I have no choice but to stray into the path of reincarnation. However, in the presence of the Ghost Ancestor, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to become a god and ancestor."

"Brother Hua wants to pick off this 'god-like Buddha', but he can't do anything about it. If he doesn't pick it off, he can't even move forward."

"This time I came to the five realms just to see me, and I am a gold and stone, which can sharpen swords or kill hunting ghosts..."

After a pause, the Eight Masters raised their eyelids, glanced at Hua Changdeng, and said in a slightly serious voice:

"We failed to seize the road and Brother Hua died, so we don't care about that."

"If Dao is captured and achieved, Brother Hua will be named the ancestor, but next to the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Medicine Ancestor, and behind the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Demon Ancestor, Cui Yin. May I ask Brother Hua, what are your thoughts and how should you respond?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone watching the battle in the five regions felt their hearts tremble.

Ghost Ancestor?!

Everyone was just watching the show and didn't think too deeply about it at the time.

Even so, at this moment, after the big guys from all sides interpreted the situation, everyone knew that the three monsters outside the crack in the time realm were the Third Ancestor.

Hua Changdeng is in front, and the Three Ancestors are behind, and their plans are all great.

But among the three ancestors, there is no ghost ancestor. Where did this come from?

And listening to what the Eighth Sword Immortal said, Hua Changdeng came to look for him this time, not because he wanted to continue the unfinished battle between Hua and Ba thirty years ago after so many years.

On the contrary, he had to come or face death.

If you are defeated, you will die. If you win, you will succeed in seizing the Dao, and you will be granted the title of god and ancestor. You will also have to face the three ancestors, and the outcome will most likely be death.

All dead ends?

Comments instantly boiled over the pictures of various palm apricots:

"No wonder Bazun said that he has something in the hands of the ancestor gods. No wonder Hua Changdeng is willing to be a pawn. Is that so?"

"Is the Holy Emperor's life also so difficult? Then I have three thousand spiritual crystals a month, and I can occasionally secretly fish. In comparison, it is considered nourishing."

"Everyone is dead, so why can't Hua Ba join forces and defeat the Third Ancestor?"

"Brother, you are so wise! You don't even think that Ruohua and Ba two can't be each other's gold and stone, and sharpen each other to the point where they can become gods and ancestors - join forces? As far as the ancestor gods are concerned, isn't that just two useless people merging together?"

"Well……"

This battle is imperative!

Everyone understood this, and what was different from before was that at that time they thought it was just a follow-up to the Battle of the Sword Immortals.

I never thought that it would appear that if the two of them could not become gods and ancestors in this battle, then the fight would be in vain and they would inevitably end up dead.

"The Battle of the Ancestral Gods!"

Everyone around Linghu Lake and all over the Five Regions felt excited.

Not to mention anything else, today we will definitely see the real sword open the mysterious door, and maybe two sword gods will be sealed away.

As for whether the two sword gods died individually or whether they ended up doing something else, that is another matter.

"consider……"

Hua Changdeng repeated silently, drank the wine in the cup, and looked at the eight acquaintances:

"As ancient sword cultivators move forward, what considerations do we need to make?"

Suddenly, the spiritual lake shook.

Everyone could see it, and the lingering force above the heads of the Eight Masters was faintly condensed. A cup of Hua Chang Lamp was placed on the stone table, and it exploded into nothingness.

No denial…

Everyone then understood. What the Eighth Sword Immortal just said must have guessed the dilemma that Emperor Hua Sheng was in!

Ba Zunzhen turned a blind eye to all abnormal occurrences, and did not care that the borrowed momentum was easily broken up.

He continued to pour the jade pot and poured wine slowly.

The wine glass in Hua Changdeng's hand had just been emptied, and with a gurgling sound, it was filled again - it was the last thing that came first, and it was filled faster than the people in the five realms.

"Brother Hua, this is wrong..."

This time, before he could finish speaking, Hua Changdeng interrupted with a flick of his sleeves: "It's my turn."

good!

The spectators in the five regions are eagerly looking forward to it.

Seeing that Hua Changdeng was overcome with difficulty, not only did he not give up, but he also faced the difficulties and overcame them, overwhelming the Eighth Sword Immortal. Everyone was excited.

How boring is this one-sided situation?
To be continued...