"Senior has not answered my question yet."

The Eight Lords never looked down on the destiny of the ancestor god from beginning to end. It would be best if this thing falls into Xu Xiaoshou's hands.

All he cared about was the only few questions he had before.

"road……"

The sword ancestor's eyes showed a melancholy look.

He looked at Bazunan and Hua Changdeng, but he could actually notice that they were not lacking anything.

Even the young man who took down his ancestral god's destiny, and even the one who broke his arm behind him, all reached the pinnacle of his sword skills.

After fighting, even He is in the samsara, then...

"Is the answer important?"

The Sword Ancestor did not answer directly, but seemed to have given the answer.

Bazun An thought for a long time, but still spoke like this: "I want to know."

He wants to know.

Hua Changdeng wants to know.

Gou Wuyue also wants to know.

Every ancient sword cultivator wants to know.

Low-level principles can be used directly after getting the answer. High-level ideas are nothing more than one...

After walking forward one step, hiding the destiny of the ancestor god, then dare to show it under the sharp eyes of Hua Changdeng:

"Old man, let me say something..."

"The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade."

Hua Changdeng looked at Xu Xiaoshou with a rare high look.

The sword ancestor seemed to have a lot of affection for this young man. After hearing the sound, he smiled and replied directly:

"Can the ancient swordsmanship work?"

Everyone looked at Him, and the old senior looked around the five realms, and nodded to the ancient sword cultivator:

"OK."

"Do according to the situation and do what you can."

This sentence gave the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Domain.

Even if no one doubts the way he has cultivated, the words come out of the sword ancestor and fill up the weight.

But Master Wenshou suddenly said, "Why are you in the cycle of reincarnation, that old man?"

Sword Ancestor: "..."

He silent for a while: "You are practicing your name?"

Yuanren raised his eyebrows: "Old man, I have the best eyesight!"

"I have seen Him..."

At this moment, I wish I could pull the sword ancestor into the ancient and modern Forgetful Tower, go to the world behind the three doors, and avoid the escort gods' spying on them for encrypted chats.

Unfortunately, he no longer had such an opportunity. Now he is always under the Third Ancestor's gaze, so he just speaks out loud:

"He looks like me?"

The sword ancestor shook his head silently, his eyes very complicated, as if he had something to say, but he stopped in his stomach.

He knows that His own predicament is now...

It's not stupid to do everything.

Judging from the old man's emotional expression to Hua Weiyang just now, he has the consciousness of the sword ancestor and the influence of the power of the demon ancestor.

He can maintain his own thinking, but he cannot stop the infiltration of the demon ancestor.

Some things are fine if you don't tell me.

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

It is revealed that perhaps the Demon Ancestor has gained much more than his own.

"I'm so annoying!"

I am the same as myself, and I hate myself for why I didn’t go to the Sword Tower in advance.

It's okay to die.

Anyway, I don’t care if I die.

But even everyone hates this feeling of powerlessness that knows there is a secret but cannot be known.

"Is there any way to pull the Sword Ancestor into a private channel before the remnant mind of the Sword Ancestor dissipates, and chat alone?"

Think hard and think hard.

Finally, it was discovered that the Demon Ancestor was also the Demon Ancestor, and he had two holy demons.

The moment He succeeded, the possibility of himself and the Sword Ancestor's relationship was basically cut off.

"World of Flowers?"

"No, even the ghost can penetrate in. The Demon Ancestor cannot do it. Brother Weiyang is just a great transformation, not an ancestor god..."

Desperate situation?

There was a flash of inspiration in my mind.

Don’t underestimate this world!

I am not able to pull the sword ancestor into the private channel to chat. Is it possible that the sword ancestor has left a backup plan early and secretly gives a signal, waiting for the future to discover it?

have!

It's even very likely!

After all, being able to reach the level of the Ancestor God is not a pure martial artist. The Sword Ancestor is never stupid. In order to deal with the Demon Ancestor, he may have more than one backup plan.

"Old man..."

All his eyes turned, and he inherited his extraordinary talent very well. He only got his tricks and browsed again.

He pinched his left and right hands, and this time he used a weird trick and pinched out several original real tablets in public, which were clearly: Battle, Dragon, and Heaven!

"Since you don't have presbyopia, should the Sword Ancestor recognize this thing?"

The sword ancestor was shocked again.

Just forget about the three ancestor god destiny.

The inheritance of the Three Ancestors is also in the hands of this little ghost?

What happened to this era? Could it be that the three ancestors who were killed by this young man, who plundered the destiny of the ancestor god, and then refined their own inheritance into the true stele?

That would be a bit too scary!

Hua Changdeng glanced at him and felt calm.

He was probably crazy and thought that Xu Xiaoshou took out these things...it was normal, it should be like this!

All the ancestor gods have taken out three destiny.

There are three real steles in the original origin, so why not?

...

In the starry sky.

Yao Zu, the monkey, was angry again and asked, "Did you give this?"

The Demon Ancestor was silent for it.

He understood something, either unintentionally or intentionally.

Is it a plan to sow discord?

It's interesting, little devil...

"I have only given him the true stele of the Origin: Heaven."

The Demon Ancestor does not need to lie.

Then the remaining battle, dragon.

Yaozu, the thoughts of the monks turned around, and he looked at the starry sky with anger:

"Empty hatred!"

In a silent place, there is a building standing quietly.

The wooden doors of the Forget-Write Building in Ancient and Modern Times are slightly open and stand on the starry sky. Through the door, you can see the jade-faced scholar behind the tea table pursed his lips and smiled, chanting.
To be continued...