As soon as the destiny of the ancestor god came out, the sword ancestor stared at the object in his hand, and fell into deep thought. It took him a long time to make a sound:

"Tonight, what night?"

The tears that Hua Weiyang had just endured were immediately poured out again and stepped forward: "Old man..."

As soon as he said that, he immediately realized that this was in front of the five realms.

When the eyes blinked, tears scattered, Hua Weiyang's face was calm, and a low voice filled with magnetic properties:

"Master, you have entered the cycle of reincarnation."

The sword ancestor was like thinking.

Such bad news-like answers failed to move Him, as if He had probably had an answer when he asked.

After a while, he smiled relievedly, and the sword ancestor turned his attention to the Eight Lords:

"Since you called me, I will give you this true nature of creation."

As he said that, the ancestor god's destiny drew an arc in the sky, attracting everyone's hot eyes.

"Rob!"

Such thoughts flashed through countless people's minds.

As long as you take this thing, the ancestor god has hope, but his life is more important...

Taking the destiny of the ancestor god in the hands of the Eight Lords is tantamount to snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

“Let’s wait.”

Hua Changlan stepped forward with one step.

The buzzing sound in the void sounded, and under the feet of the sword ancestor, thousands of swords in the sea of ​​swords swept open, and the hunting ghost suddenly disappeared.

Hua Changdeng holds the ghost hunting in his hand.

Time imitation was reset, and the fate of the ancestor god did not fall into the hands of the eight priests, and reappeared in the palm of the sword ancestor.

The audience's eyes were all aimed at this person.

Of course, Hua Changdeng was not Xu Xiaoshou, so he would not say "It's not his eight masters who call me, but our ancient sword cultivator, so I have a share in the destiny of this ancestor god."

He looked at the sword ancestor and then glanced at Hua Weiyang and said in a broken voice:

"The deceased is gone."

"The will of the Sword Ancestor, all those who practice swords should pay attention to it."

"It's just that the destiny of this ancestor god cannot fall into the hands of the eight masters, because the variables are too great."

He stared at Hua Weiyang, clearly with an old acquaintance: "You know what I'm talking about."

Of course, Hua Changlantern will not be used.

He firmly believed that even if Bazun An took it, he would not know how to use it.

But it doesn't matter whether he or she or the other two uses it. Some people behind her want to use it. Even if they use it, their height is not as high as that of the Demon Ancestor and the Medicine Ancestor. No matter what, they are also the Ancestor God.

The Sword Ancestor can give the destiny of the ancestor god.

But no matter which side you give it, the seemingly stable balance will no longer be stable.

Hua Weiyang's heart began to sigh.

Xu Xiaoshou, Xu Xiaoshou, when you turn my back on me, have you ever thought about how I can still stay out of it?

He was about to speak.

A voice came from my ears: "Brother Weiyang, since you don't want to stand out, then don't stand out. I said... I'll leave the rest to me."

Hua Weiyang was slightly stunned, his head was impartial, and he transmitted a message to Xu Xiaoshou: "What is the situation in my master?"

He felt that he had become the unknown fence-bearing tree.

On the one hand, he didn't want to believe his master's will and had something happened, but on the other hand, he knew that Xu Xiaoshou and him actually looked more like the same position.

But what Hua Changdeng said is not without reason. Who can guarantee that Ba Xu Ruozhen will not become the next medicine demon?

"What happened to the Sword Tower? You should know better than me if you can do anything about the Sword Tower."

Hua Weiyang closed his eyes deeply.

That is, the master is no longer the master, and it contains some of the will of the Demon Ancestor?

The old man's life was a life of fighting against the holy demon, but in the end...

Hua Weiyang wants to retreat.

His feet were filled with lead, and it was difficult to even disband this incarnation.

"Get relieved."

Jinren patted his shoulder, but I really don’t know why this guy looked like a different person when he saw his master.

It is clearly in the world of flowers, and it is extremely powerful.

"Brother Hua wants it?"

When the two of them chatted privately in the back, the eight priests in front of him had already smiled and glanced over: "If you think, I don't care about this ancestor god's destiny."

Hua Changdeng hunts ghosts in hand, but this time he doesn't let go, but for the fate of the ancestor god...

He shook his head and firmly will: "You also know that the destiny of this ancestor god must not fall into my hands."

Behind him is the medicine ghost Beihuai, all of whom are great enemies.

It’s okay if the ancestor god’s destiny is used by himself, but I’ll keep it for you or not, waiting to help you get the enemy?

"What should I do?"

At first sight, Jinren was in a deadlock and had to cross Hua Weiyang and step into the front battlefield. His face was helpless:

"The left is disgusted, and the right is wary."

"Refreshing, not a real man."

"Since everyone doesn't want it, I will reluctantly accept this potato with a spreading hand!"
Chapter completed!