If you talk about a poem to describe the situation of the Demon Ancestor at this time, it is the only one: The world is full of our generation, and the years are urging us. Wang Tu is talking and laughing, and he is invincible. He holds his sword and crosses the cavalry and waves the ghost rain, and the bones are astonished as mountain birds. The world is like a tide and people are like water, and only sighs that a few people in the rivers and lakes are coming back.

Even if the Demon Ancestor wants to let the Third Ancestor go, will the Third Ancestor let the Demon Ancestor go?

This is the world!

This is helplessness!

Although he is a semi-saint, and has the supreme treasure Zhu Xian four swords in his hand, he has no choice.

Since there is no choice, we can only go all the way to the dark.

The Demon Ancestor led countless subordinates to lie dormant in the Western Kunlun, constantly accumulating momentum, waiting for the shocking day.

The three clans silently accumulated strength, regrouped, kept licking their wounds, and sorting out the post-war trauma. The three clans had no choice. Since they betrayed the Demon Ancestor that day, everything was destined and everything was destined to be unable to be changed.

Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back, looked up at the distance, and a hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes, constantly deducing and calculating the laws between heaven and earth.

The rules of the Golden Immortals he condensed were too messy and included almost all the laws of the world, so the difficulty of the calculation was hundreds of times that of others.

Fortunately, since he became a golden immortal and condensed the jade butterfly, his cultivation speed has not only not slowed down because of this matter, but also because of the mystery of the jade butterfly, it has accelerated countless times.

The jade butterfly is quite mysterious and can deduce countless laws at the same time. It seems that some rules have been found among countless laws. Just like the butterfly effect, the speed of deducing laws increases instead of slowing down.

"When are you going to resurrect me?" Bai Ze looked at him with eyes, as if he was a puppy abandoned by his master, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

"It's not your son, when did you care so much?" Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze suspiciously: "I tell you, don't make any conspiracies on Nian, otherwise I will definitely not let you go."

"Where, I am the kind of person, my ancestor?" Bai Ze patted his chest, and a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Bai Ze with wide eyes, Yang Sanyang nodded fiercely: "Yes!"

Bai Ze's ears drooped when he heard this: "I am like this in your heart?"

"I have the Buddha's wisdom eyes, and all your disguise cannot escape in my eyes!" Yang Sanyang smiled in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze's ears immediately stood up, looked at him impatiently, then turned around and left: "It's really boring."

Looking at Bai Ze's back as he was leaving, Wa jumped off the paulownia tree with curiosity, her clothes fluttering like a goddess of life coming from a myth: "What's the idea of ​​this old guy?"

"A son of Buddha, the direct descendant of a saint, even if he causes great disasters, some people will endorse it." Yang Sanyang whispered: "He fell in love with a certain treasure and wanted to seize it, but he could not find the person to take the blame."

"This guy looks so cute, why is he so hateful, he makes trouble everywhere and asks people to take the blame for him." Wa's eyes were full of anger: "Look at me to teach him a lesson."

Soon, Bai Ze heard the sound of crying at his father and mother: "Little Pi Ma, don't go too far, I am the mount of a saint! Don't be rude!"

"Are you a saint mount? Then I am still a saint junior sister!" Wa's crisp voice sounded.

Ignoring the fight in the peach blossom forest, Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm and silently calculated: "Junior Brother Styx doesn't know what's going on now..."

Qilin clan

A beautiful valley, with waterfalls hanging high, the sun is in the sky, and the peach blossoms are three thousand miles away, countless white rabbits are playing in the peach blossom forest, and the sound of joy echoes among the mountains and forests.

On a bluestone in front of the waterfall, the boy in blood was now covered with his hair behind his head, and he stood quietly with his hands on his back, looking at Dari with his eyes, and he remained silent for a long time.

Even though he was dozens of steps away from the Styx River, Yang Sanyang had already smelled the strong bloody smell. In a trance, he seemed to hear the endless wailing in the boy's body, the struggle of countless sentient beings, and the tears were sucked.

"Senior Brother, are you here?" Styx turned around. The young man seemed to have grown a little older. He looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old in a trance. His face was more and more sluggish, like a mold, without any fluctuations.

There were at least ten Huiyuan on this face, and I had never seen any smile.

"I think of you, and I naturally come. I just relaxed recently, so I think of you!" Yang Sanyang slowly walked to the Styx in a gray soap robe, stood there outside the three steps, and frowned: "What a strong evil spirit, my magic power is going to be invaded by this invisible evil spirit. How many creatures have you killed?"

Styx was silent after hearing this, and after a while, he said, "I don't remember, is there any difference between billions or billions?"

"You took the wrong path." Yang Sanyang looked at the Styx, and a jade butterfly flowed in his eyes, as if he had seen through all the secrets in the Styx's body: "Your secret method of practice is too vicious. If you continue to walk, there will be no hopeless holy path in this life."

Styx said silently, and after a long time, he said, "You are not me. If you don't know the me in the past, you won't understand me in the present."

Yang Sanyang smiled, like the spring breeze, transformed away the murderous intent of the Styx, and slowly walked to the Styx, standing side by side with him: "We cultivators have always comprehended the laws of heaven and earth, then transcended the fate, jumped out of life and death, and attained the fruit of Hunyuan Taoism. But you want to create a brand new law, and the difficulties can be imagined. If you don't look back, you will give you ten more memorials, and you will not be able to achieve the Golden Immortal."

"How about proof of enlightenment? So what if I don't? I just need to get avenge! I will live as long as the dead tribe members!" Styx lowered his head, his eyes swollen, and tears flowed: "Senior brother, you are the only person who treats me the best in this world. You won't object to me, right?"

Yang Sanyang looked at the Styx with his eyes. In his eyes, the Styx was as famous as his name, and it was a river.

A river that was extremely red and began to turn black vaguely.

The river is vast and flowing, not knowing where to come or where to go. The evil souls are struggling in it, but they are unable to transcend and continue to roll in the sea of ​​blood.

"Is this your concise law?" Yang Sanyang saw the origin of the Styx River, the vast and boundless river.

"The sea of ​​blood does not dry out, the River Styx will not die! Is this the way you chose? Is this your avenue?" Yang Sanyang looked at the River Styx with his eyes fixedly: "You will die!"

"But my tribe will come alive! I will die alone, and billions of people live, even if I go through fire and water, I will not refuse!" Styx lowered his head and knelt on the ground on one knee: "But, Styx failed the cultivation of his senior brother."

Yang Sanyang sighed and helped the Styx up: "Is it worth it?"

"I carry the hope of countless people, and countless tribesmen have made a glimmer of hope for me. Since I am alive, I must be worthy of my conscience and those dead tribesmen!" Styx's eyes were bright and his voice was full of determination, and he looked directly at Yang Sanyang: "Even if I die for a lifetime, I will not regret it."

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this. At that moment, he seemed to think of his past and the tribe he had not returned to for a long time.

"It's not time to go back! At least the great disaster of the three tribes is over and I will enter the Taiyi Era before I can be qualified to protect the tribe." Yang Sanyang lowered his head silently and patted Styx's thin shoulders: "You have killed too much, and God is afraid that God will not tolerate you."

"So, I know my destiny. As long as I can save those countless tribes, everything is worth it!" Styx said in a low voice.

Yang Sanyang was silent and stopped talking, but just patted the shoulder of Styx: "This great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix is ​​your opportunity. If you can slaughter billions of sentient beings and seize the fortunes of hundreds of sentient beings, you may have the opportunity to fulfill your dream."

Styx nodded vigorously, looking at Yang Sanyang's distant back, he couldn't help but look in tears: "Senior brother, I will not be able to accompany you to fight all the heavens and all worlds in the future and reach the peak of the extreme. I will apologize to you here."

After the words fell, he fell to the ground, kowtowed constantly, and his voice was full of sobs.

"Oh, just do good things and don't ask about your future. There is always a glimmer of hope for the road to one's own life!" Yang Sanyang slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, and his whole body disappeared, only the tears of the Styx slid down his expressionless cheeks.

Those tears were blood and tears.

"The Styx is so courageous." The cold voice of the fairy of Taiyin sounded: "It's better for us monks."

"I'm not as good as him!" Yang Sanyang was silent for a while before saying.

"He abandoned the Golden Immortal Way and turned to the law of creation. In the future, the law will inevitably be backfire after it is integrated into the sea of ​​laws. If he is not careful, he will die." Fairy Taiyin whispered: "It is not so easy to integrate a brand new law into billions of laws. His future is a dead end."

The operation of the laws of heaven and earth is a complete set of programs. If you want to add another program to the program, you will get stuck and collapse if you are not careful. At that time, various laws of heaven and earth will be backfired, and it is not something that the Styx can bear.

"That's why he wants to gain that glimmer of life." Yang Sanyang frowned and thought: "There is a way! There must be a way."

"Nuwa can create laws because she uses the laws of the earth and the laws of life, so she creates the laws of creation. The laws of the Blood Sea of ​​Styx have no foundation. Even if she wants to store the sea of ​​laws, she cannot find a chance." The fairy of Taiyin is not optimistic about the River of Styx.

"What if the law of killing and the law of death are based on it? What if the law of death and the law of killing are included in the law of the Sea of ​​Blood?" Yang Sanyang whispered.

Fairy Taiyin fell into silence after hearing this, and later said: "You can try it, but the chance is not great."
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