Hua Weiyang had never seen Xu Xiaoshou with such a serious expression, so he could not react for a while.

Is this a joke or a good acting for him?

He was surprised and bowed a moment, and a whisper came from his ear, only he could hear:

"You don't have to join the game, Brother Weiyang."

"Leave the rest to me."

Master is like this...

Xu Xiaoshou is like this...

Even though it was just acting, Hua Weiyang admitted that he could only give his sincere skills. He also sent a message and sighed:

"Xu Xiaoshou, I really have nothing. What do you want from me? Tell me bluntly."

It's really scary for him to do this.

However, after a word, Xu Xiaoshou shook his head slightly, pointed his hand at the mountains and waters of various parts of the five domains, and laughed softly:

"Brother Weiyang, you are wrong. You are not completely empty."

Hua Weiyang looked in the direction of his fingers.

In all parts of the five realms, whether it is the ancient sword cultivator clan in the eastern realm, the major sects of spirit refiners in the central realm, or the group of dead disciples in the southern realm...

Everyone bowed high, bowed their hands, worshiped and said sincerely and gratefully, one after another:

"Greetings to the Flower Sword Saint!"

"Thank you, the Flower Sword Saint!"

“…”

The sound waves are like rain, falling in all parts of the five realms, creating ripples between the lakes of the heart, intersecting each other, causing the world to lose its brightness.

Hua Weiyang opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

He looked at the scene of the five realms paying homage toward him, and at this moment, he was completely lost.

Some semi-saints who were still in seclusion took the initiative to come out of seclusion, and even the Battle of Huaba could not attract them. They came out of seclusion just to bow to the distance.

An unknown practitioner in the mountains and fields put down the golden beads and saw him, got up to wipe the dust, but crawled and fell to the ground.

A mother with a girl who is only a few years old, put the girl down and worshiped herself, and asked herself to worship her:

"Mom, please feel free to touch..."

"Greetings to the Flower Sword Saint!"

"Meet the post...Mom, what do you send?"

"It doesn't matter what you're sending. Nannan kowtows first and take your father's sword."

Hua Weiyang's body is indeed just an incarnation of thought.

He could not be moved easily. When he saw his master again, he was already in a state of losing his composure. He never thought that when he looked at the scene of the Five Realms and bowed to him...

If an electric current passes through the soles of the foot and penetrates directly into the sky spirit cover.

Hua Weiyang's pores were relaxed, trembling slightly, and his scalp was slightly numb.

"Why is this..."

To him, the vast majority of people in the five realms are actually irrelevant.

He never really cared about everyone's life and death, after all, it was a passing cloud.

He witnessed the vastness of the great way and the slimness of life.

He knew that he was like a canifer, like dust, not as high as the ancestor god, nor was he said to be empty or illusory.

Standing in this world, ephemerals and dust also have their positioning, which are indispensable, but insignificant.

"Just fulfilling my duty..."

I thought about this in my heart, and Hua Weiyang was in tears for some reason.

He has a sense of recognition that he is lonely for all times, but is suddenly seen in the floating and uncertainty, and is respected again.

I didn't know what this means, but I didn't want to be confused and give up, so after I was bored and persisted, I found the meaning at this moment and suddenly realized.

It's worth it...

Hua Weiyang laughed silently.

He lowered his head, his eyelids twitched gently, and then turned his face, frowned, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at the sword ancestor.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The old man no longer looks like the picky look in his distant memory. He seems to be dying and his words are good. If a person is dead, he will be very good:

"You did it."

Hua Weiyang took a deep breath.

The old man who is generous in praise always makes people feel particularly sad because he knows that everything is over.

People cannot live in memories.

Hua Weiyang turned his head and looked at the guy beside him. After pausing for a long time, he spoke softly:

"Xu Xiaoshou, thank you."

...

"The reputation is worthy."

In the starry sky outside the country, the voice of the Demon Ancestor came from the coffin under the tower: "Humanity says that it is sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and the tongue blooms with lotus flowers. I have seen it today."

"Hehe, those who seek fame and reputation."

Yao Zu sneered and stopped commenting.

However, just Hua Weiyang was just a mere Hua Weiyang, and he was still half a step away from the realm of the gods and ancestrals.

The overall situation is like this. There are not many flowers for Weiyang, but there are not many flowers for Weiyang. So what if you tie up Xu Xiaoshou's chariot?

Accept it all as per order!

"State..."

The crow Yin was no longer able to care about Xu Xiaoshou's stolen his magic.

He always had a bad premonition. Although everything was under control, the plate was not considered a thorn in the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and he was always fiddling with some strange things.

This time, it’s “momentum”!

Under the general trend, the weather, place, and people are harmonious, and they are gradually fascinated towards the direction controlled by Xu Xiaoshou.

Is this important?

It’s not important, in front of the absolute power of the ancestor god, all of these are illusory.

The name is also illusory!

Xu Xiaoshou can use his name, and Eight Masters can also use his name.

Will it be related? The Yin of Sui threw the problem to Lingxi Shui, wanting to see what the person who knows more about Xu Xiaoshou is:

"What do you think?"

"If you can, kill Xu Xiaoshou first, then the overall situation will not be variable, and we don't have to consider his strange tricks."

The monkey smiled and it seemed that the sky was already covered with a archery and was afraid of Xu Xiaoshou's strange tricks and tricks.

"I don't think so."

"Oh? What are the great opinions of Lord Suiyin?"

"If he wants to punish him, he can punish one of the Death Demons. Even if he only hurts him slightly, what's the point of helping me with this ancestor?"

"Well, it's a wonderful method! High!"

...

"I seem to have forgotten a lot, and have been confused a lot..."

After Hua Weiyang appeared, the Sword Ancestor acted more like a real person.

He is more vivid and more ignited.

It is said that it is forgetting and confusion, but it is clearly remembering some things.

The Sword Ancestor opened his hand and the scriptures disappeared, and instead showed a brilliant object.

"The destiny of the ancestor god!"

The eight masters, the long lamps and the moon, all of them were filled with their eyes.

Even if many half-saints in the five realms have never seen them, they can get the answer from the extraordinary aura at a glance.
To be continued...