The eight masters suddenly faded a lot, and the most intuitive form of expression was the translucency of his body.

It's like...

People are about to disappear?

"Ascend?"

"But isn't the Heaven Realm broken? Wherever it can ascend, there is no light to attract attention?"

"Is there a thing called "recruitment"? But the ruins of entering the gods are needed."

"The third ancestors have all hidden themselves and choose not to force the edge. So, are they waiting for the eight masters to perish themselves?"

It’s easy to break if you’re too tough!

Now, people have seen an example.

In the eyes of those who are interested, there are more things to read: Since an overweight pig cannot be slaughtered and cannot be dealt with, it will make it fat to death!

"If you break the cage, you will die. If you break it, it will also die in another sense..."

The black chicken looked up and felt even more troubles.

He had no way of knowing what inspiration the Third Patriarch had obtained from the eight masters' knowledge.

But in so many eras, only three living ancestor gods were raised. After they saw that the eight gods were familiar with the etiquette of enlightenment, they would not gain anything?

"You go first."

Let Yu Zhiwen drive Xi away.

When the black chicken spit out, the sickle of the god of death emerged in the air.

Daoppee only knew one thing, not the other, or he had concerns and never said much, and the answer he finally gave was:

"Maybe, the Ghost Ancestor has a backup plan?"

What can a blind man find out when he touches an elephant?

After all, when we meet by chance, Xu Xiaoshou thought about it over and over again, he still felt that even if he had a chance to have a skin with the tiger, he might have shared this matter with Daoqiongcang.

After all, they have signed an intelligence sharing contract, temporarily being a grasshopper on a boat.

However, eggs should not be placed in the same basket.

The same thoughts, the same confusion, and the same problem, Xu Xiaoshou threw the Lingxi Technique to Daoqiongcang, and also to Bazunan.

He is looking forward to what kind of answer Daoqiongcang can have.

But what I look forward to is that if a problem is really difficult to solve, maybe I can find a way to solve the problem.

One force breaks all things!

Just now, the eight masters have the power to be domineering!

...

"laugh……"

On Lingyu Mountain, Huazu was burned out.

The Eight Lords waited for a while, and the Third Ancestor was afraid of it like a tiger, and one of them had not yet appeared, which was disappointing.

Even the most barbaric medicine ancestor in the expected case did not appear in time.

One step to zero really disrupts everyone's rhythm.

This is not a blessing, but it proves even more...

“The goal is very large.”

Hua Changdeng counterattacked twice, extinguishing all his own roundabout ways.

From the moment I had to choose to draw out the trump card, Bazun An knew that even if he succeeded, he would not have much time left.

Obviously, the Third Ancestor also read this point.

Hidden well, if you want to waste time and energy, find them out and kill them together.

From ancient times to the present, there are so many backhands, it is just a matter of whether they can be cut cleanly.

The "time" and "power" that are used to find out the sword are already desperate enough.

“Is fishing feasible?”

Good fortune will never come alone.

Haven't come up with a better solution yet, just at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou threw a thought out.

"The Ghost Ancestor has died. The Ghost Ancestor I saw before is suspected to be pretending to be a Medicine Ancestor?"

In a word, it is even hotter than a long lamp.

Eight masters can already imagine how many hairs Xu Xiaoshou should have scratched? Perhaps Jin Zhaoyi’s destiny should have been bald?

"Xu Xiaoshou, don't worry, believe in yourself."

From the place where Hua Changlan fell, two objects were left: one is the destiny of the ancestor god and the other is the character "Hua".

Broken sword Qingju, pick it gently.

The Eight Lords hooked up the two things, but did not hide them by themselves, but threw them into the apricot world and handed them over to Xu Xiaoshou for treatment.

There may be trouble here, so Xu Xiaoshou... can only believe in himself.

“I can’t do much.”

There is not much time, and Bazun An can't waste time thinking, he is just a chess piece.

The joys and sorrows between man and his ancestor god are not connected.

One more important thing that is stuck before Him than the Third Patriarch is: when the heavenly realm is gone, he will be about to "ascend" after he will return to zero.

The Holy Spirit Continent cannot bear its own power, and forcibly staying it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the continent.

The number of shots is also limited, even in the "easy" way, the damage to the five domains should be minimized as much as possible.

The damage is still too great.

Go to the Apricot Realm, go to the ruins of gods...

Even the population of the Holy Spirit Continent was moved to the Xing Realm with Xu Xiaoshou’s space...

Here, we will fight the Third Ancestor to a great decisive battle, even if the Holy Spirit Continent is destroyed...

All practices can be treated with symptoms but not the root cause!

The Third Ancestor is not stupid and will not emerge. He will also smuggle or even force the apricot world in various ways, and the remains of the gods, in order to make a comeback.

And what if I succeed in my life, Kui Leihan, Shen Yi, Xu Xiaoshou and others, what should I do if I succeed in the Tao?

Thousands of difficulties are combined into one:

Where to go after ascension is an important issue that needs to be solved urgently!

I knew it was impossible to do it, but I returned to zero in one step, and it was not a reckless move. The Eight Masters knew that they had solutions to it.

Moreover, this strategy is linked to one person and involves a gentleman's agreement.

"Empty hatred."

Putting down those bald anxiety, Bazun An looked to one side and called out the anxious brother that someone said.

There was a light golden glow in the horizon.

Outsiders only noticed this strange phenomenon. In the eyes of the Eight Masters, there was an ancient three-story attic in the void, the Forgetful Worry Building of Ancient and Modern Times.

"Mr. Eight Zun An."

The wooden door was pushed open, and a gentleman walked out, with a smile on his face and bowed to congratulate him: "Congratulations to the Eighth Patriarch on Daocheng, and return to zero in one step. I will fulfill the agreement."

The five realms were shocked and looked up.

Then I saw a long river of time winding through the clouds above the nine heavens. There were ethereal figures standing on the river, with extraordinary spirits.

"Empty hatred?"

"Ten thrones, the Kong Yuheng of the Yue drunken?"

"What is this person's position? Why did he appear? By the way, this person hasn't been heard of in decades..."

Is it time to this point?

The black chicken looked up and saw Kong Yuheng holding six pendants in his hand, and what he thought was dazzling.

By this time, he was extremely in line with the Shizu, whom he saw in the world behind the Three Gates, as if he was one.

In my mind, the evaluation of the ghost in the ruins of the gods at that time emerged:

"Stand on the long river of time, do not enter the great way of birth, death, reincarnation, understand the past and present, know the fate, be in the world, and be detached from the world."

It's not a flattery.

Every word is an affirmation and fear of Shizu.
To be continued...