Even the Demon Ancestor is going to be suppressed by him, let alone the enemy defeated by the Demon Ancestor?

The Zhuxian Sword is like a pool of autumn water, reflecting a clear light in the void, rippling layers of ripples.

"I know that You are a powerful person in the past, and the supreme existence who once competed with the Demon Ancestor. Now I want to find an opportunity to resurrect it, but... Dao Chuan is my senior brother, and you must not ask you to take over your body and swallow your true spirit. If you are willing to retreat, I will make you a friend. If you refuse, you still need to ask me if Zhu Xian Jian will agree!" Yang Sanyang's words were gentle, without any murderous intent, and his voice was full of gentleness, as if he was murmuring to his relatives.

But the words said seemed to contain the coldness that could seal the North Ming, and they wanted to freeze the universe.

The Zhuxian Sword is introverted in murderous intent, like a work of art, like a decorative object made of glass.

It seemed that he could sense Yang Sanyang's words, and only inexplicable laughter sounded in the dark. The laughter was sneaky, as if it contained endless evil intentions. Then he saw two drops of blood and tears on Dao Chuan's cheeks ejected suddenly and shot towards the ancestral orifice between Yang Sanyang's eyebrows.

Blood was shot out, and time and space seemed to solidify and still, and an endless stream of sorrow shook people's soul, as if they were about to swallow up people's souls. Endless sorrow surged like the sea, and Yang Sanyang's soul was the shaking boat in the sea.

Seeing the two drops of blood penetrated the skin and penetrated the bones, and trying to penetrate into the ancestral orifice at the center of the eyebrows, suddenly, a cold smile came from the depths of Yang Sanyang's soul: "It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! Are you just a mere Daluo true god, and you deserve to invade the Dharma image of this ancestral figure?"

The Sword of Killing Immortal Slashed from nothingness. Before the two drops of blood reacted, the Sword of Killing Immortal Sword had already shocked its body with its endless will to kill. Then the Sword of Killing Immortal pierced two drops of blood, cut the two drops of blood, and turned into four drops.

Thrilling screams came from the blood, and four drops of blood turned into blood mist, trying to gather together and get up and escape. Unfortunately, the magic power of the Immortal Sword was unparalleled. Before the four drops of blood flew away, a suction force came from the Immortal Sword, swallowing the four drops of blood in.

"Overbial overestimate yourself! Since you choose to be your enemy, you can't blame me!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly, his body opened his eyes, and the Sword of Zhuxian in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

"Puff~"

The Zhuxian Sword stabbed the Dao Chuanmei's ancestral orifice, and the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows turned into a blood-red vortex. There seemed to be blood rain flying in the sky, trying to block the Zhuxian Sword's stairs.

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The Zhuxian Sword is powerless, and the blood rain in the vortex was cut open by it when it was met. Then the Zhuxian Sword stabbed into the vortex, and the Zhuxian Sword Qi burst out. The true spirit hidden in the vortex was strangled when it was met. The blood rain in the sky was also absorbed by the Zhuxian Sword.

"Swoosh~"

Yang Sanyang pulled back the Zhuxian Sword and quietly looked at the blood-red smoke dissipated around the Taoist Chuan. At this time, a strong wind in the void was blowing, and the sky turned into a bright red. Blood clouds were densely covered with hundreds of thousands of miles. Drops of sticky blood rain spread between the sky and the earth with endless crying.

In the bloody rain, a blood-red shadow strolled in it, as if coming across time and space, slowly walking towards Yang Sanyang, stopping ten feet away in front of him.

"Heaven cries?" Yang Sanyang pointed to the ground with a sharpness in his eyes. When he saw the true spirit of heaven crying, he knew that he seemed to underestimate the power of this true god.

But, it’s just underestimating it. He has the holy Taoist Dharma image to protect his body. Even if the Demon Ancestor is reborn, what can he do?

Now the saint of Shangqing is reincarnated from death. Although he seals himself and hides his destiny in the depths of the soul, it still does not affect his ability to exert the saint's strength. It is just that he lacks some unique magical and powerful things that are unique to the saint.

"It's the real person!" Xueying looked at him quietly with his eyes: "A very good sword!"

"Thanks to the praise, my sword is indeed good. Even if the saint sees my sword, be careful!" Yang Sanyang raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand and gently stroked the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword, his voice full of ease and slackening.

"I will not give up! Since cause and effect have been planted, it will be irreversible. If you kill me a true spirit, you will definitely get rewards between you and me in the future!" Xueying stared at Yang Sanyang with her eyes for a long time, and the qi around her was rising and falling, as if she was about to take action. But after thinking about it, she was not sure of winning.

The person in front of me is so strange! That sword is also a very strange sword!

This person is even more evil than the demon ancestor back then!

"Don't think that the Demon Ancestor was better than me back then because his strength was stronger than me. If you think so, it would be completely wrong. The Demon Ancestor back then had to retreat from me. It was not because of his conspiracy and tricks that he used, and I would not have been subjected to a conspiracy. When I return, the cause and effect between you and me will eventually be settled!" Tian Hui stared at Yang Sanyang with his eyes tightly, and then the voice went away, and the blood rain disappeared among the hazy mountains and rivers.

The blood clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had appeared.

"Hahahahahaha, hahaha, I'm so laughing! God cried, this guy, still the expression of the world's number one, and it's still so proud that he wishes he could step on the ground. Unfortunately, this guy hit the iron plate, this time he's over! No matter how powerful he is, he would never have thought that you are... um..."

Bai Ze saw the sky crying and walked away, his head came out of Yang Sanyang's neck, raised his head and laughed proudly, but Yang Sanyang covered his mouth.

Then he signaled to the other party and looked at the Taoist chasing that was about to wake up. Bai Ze quickly covered his mouth and shrank his head back.

"Did the god cry?" A divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "I just don't know how this god and his feet are."

"Am I not dead yet?" Dao Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his voice muttered to his sleep, and his eyes looked at Yang Sanyang, revealing a sense of fatigue and hazyness.

"Why are senior brother practicing the Heavenly Crying Sutra?" Yang Sanyang looked at the Taoist Chuan with his eyes, his words warm and without any sensation.

Dao Ruo said silently, but just faced Yang Sanyang's warm but unquestionable eyes, and smiled helplessly: "In this world, we will encounter some unsatisfactory things, or some things that you cannot get rid of and are powerless. Don't you talk about my mere Taiyi realm, even the true god of Daluo will have a day to swallow his anger and die with hatred?"

He didn't say his own affairs because he knew that even if he said it, it would be useless.

As the true god of Taiyi, I can’t beat the other party, so why should I involve my junior brother?

"I heard that the White He clan was destroyed by the Gods a few days ago, and even the leader of the White He clan was captured by Shen Ni as a mount! The White He clan leader originally wanted to attack the Daluo Miracle Realm, but the opportunity was destroyed by the Gods and severely damaged the origin!" Yang Sanyang suddenly said.

It was said that the qi around the body fluctuated, and the eyes suddenly became rosy. Then they closed their eyes tightly, the blue veins on the back of their hands burst out, and their lips kept trembling.

"I know if my senior brother doesn't say it. Your original body is the White Crane clan. Although you don't go back for some years, your foundation is in the White Crane clan. The senior brother takes the risk of practicing the Heavenly Crying Sutra, which is definitely for the White Crane tribe's disaster, right?" Yang Sanyang turned around and looked at the hazy outline of the mountain in the distance.

Dao Chuan was silent, and after a long time of stabilization, he said, "Well, since you know, I won't hide it from you. I was the young master of the Baihe clan. The one who interrupted the Daluo fruit position by Shen Ni interrupted the supreme Taoist karma, and then cut off the fundamental one was my father! He was born as a Son of Man, but he could only watch his father be humiliated. I am not worthy of being a Son of Man! I am not worthy of being the hope of the Baihe clan! I can only watch the big hand falling from the sky wipe the Baihe clan away, but I can't do anything! I can't do anything!"

The voice of Dao Chuan choked, and two lines of tears kept falling: "I can't do anything! I can't do anything!"

Yang Sanyang was silent and patted the shaking body of the Taoist Chuan: "Don't I understand this kind of pain? I thought that when I went away from home and abandoned everything in the tribe, why? Isn't it just that one day when my barbarians are destroyed, I can stand up. After all, fate must be in my own hands and cannot be placed on the gods. When the disasters of heaven and earth come, gods and demons will not be able to protect themselves, let alone my barbarians? Where can the gods have time to worry about my barbarians?"

Dao Chuan's body trembled, and he grabbed the hair on his head in pain, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "But, I'm not willing! I'm really unwilling to accept it! As the young leader of the Baihe clan, I enjoy the energy of the Baihe clan and accept the offerings of countless clans. But when the disaster comes, I can't do anything...! Junior brother, do you know my pain? When you watch your parents and sisters live in front of you and are killed, can you understand this pain? Is this powerless?"

"I understand! I understand!" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly. Why didn't he understand?

When the barbarians were divided up and were composed into ninety-nine ways to eat, what could he do?

"As long as I can take revenge, I will do anything!" Dao Chuan's voice was full of coldness, and his eyes were covered with ferocious blood.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this.

What can he persuade?

Encourage others to be mourned and follow the changes? Encourage others to go with the flow? When will it be possible to persuade others to revenge?

It’s not your parents who die in love!

It didn’t happen to you. Of course you can touch your mouth and persuade others to be more open-minded and let go of their grudges?

If you have never experienced it, you are not qualified to persuade others to let go.

"Practicing the Heavenly Crying Sutra is a way to perish. There are many ways to take revenge. There are no need to go to this most extreme one." Yang Sanyang was silent for a while before he raised his head and said.
Chapter completed!