"talk later."

Jinren waved his hands, not wanting to talk about the rest of the matter, because he could handle everything himself, so there was no need.

He decided to take over with me, and he used his passive points and passive skills to accumulate a lot.

"return!"

However, Sang Lao's decision was very firm. He shouted and called the traitor back. Then he looked at him and the water ghost and said calmly:

"If I delay returning to the Dead Sea, it means that 'containment' does not exist."

"In this case, it is possible for Ai Cangsheng to choose to give it a go, suddenly pull you into the divine court, and quickly resolve the battle."

Divine Court?

Jin Ren's eyelids twitched, and he thought of the Dark Divine Court, the Ranming Divine Court, and the ruins of the ancestors of the arts.

But these are either prototypes of the divine court, or they are only barely activated, borrowing some of their power.

"The Court of God!"

"And complete!"

Sang Lao's words were concise and concise, because he knew that Xu Xiaoshou understood the meaning of these two sentences, but he felt uneasy after he finished speaking, so he explained a few more sentences seriously:

"I don't know the specifics."

"But the Holy Continent is the territory of the five Holy Emperors' families. The secret realms of the Five Holy Emperors can evolve into the Five Great Divine Courts when necessary, and it is possible to borrow it from Ai Cang Sheng."

"If it really comes to a desperate moment, you have to beware of the 'Resurgence of the Ten Ancestors'. This is the fundamental reason why Zui Yin only dares to accumulate power by swallowing half-saints in the ruins of God, and does not dare to enter the Holy God Continent."

"In short, don't let down your guard. Just know that they have many, many trump cards, which are very, very strong."

Everyone nodded.

He knows this.

He doesn't have many trump cards and is not strong. He is as crazy as the Eight Masters and as strong as the Holy Slave. He will not be suppressed for so long.

Gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky, let alone dormant in the Holy Mountain for more than thirty years. Only now have they dared to go south and take advantage of the chaos to raise a Tianji Divine Sect.

Even if only half of the ten lords united, they could have overthrown the rule of the five holy emperor families - but this has not happened so far, which shows something.

This time I returned to the Holy Spirit Continent. Because I have experienced the evil spirit, I have been secretly guarding against these things.

And I don’t think that the Holy Emperors from the five great Holy Emperor families in the Holy Holy Continent, even if there are low-level Holy Emperors among them, will be weaker than the evil spirits of the Relics of God.

s??????.???

On the contrary, or even more, it is possible!

This can be seen early in the Tianxuan Sect from the timid and rat-like behavior of the miscellaneous Holy Emperor Feng Yujin.

"The Tenth Ancestor Resurrected..."

Jin Ren murmured softly and looked at Old Man Sang uncertainly, wanting to know how well he had recovered.

The evil kind?

Or, full recovery?

I have to say, it’s simply unimaginable!

Mr. Sang shrugged: "The price must be high."

Therefore, the possibility of complete recovery cannot be ruled out... Although everyone was secretly stunned when they heard such a tactful answer, they said they understood it.

Someone who was able to write the "Guan Sword Code" thirty years ago, can the Five Holy Emperors really be able to suppress his talent?

The liger walks alone.

It must be a great "great terror" to force the Eight Lords, who are familiar with the inevitable loners, to want to establish the Holy Slaves. With the help of Burning Qin, Huacao Pavilion and other powers, they secretly unite with the other ten people and spend three days.

For more than ten years, you have been so shameless that you even wanted to snatch the famous sword from the hand of the little girl Su Qianqian. Do you want to go against the will and change your life?

"It's not like that yet."

Sang Lao smiled and felt that Xu Xiaoshou was a little unfounded.

After all, this is the most extreme and worst situation, and none of the Eight Masters ever encountered it back then.

"If you want to return to the Dead Sea, you only have one chance." Jinren returned to the topic.

"Um."

Mr. Sang understood very well.

When the person returns, Ai Cangsheng is absolutely well prepared and there is no way he will be allowed to return to the ruins of God through the way of guidance.

By then, if Xu Xiaoshou failed to rush to rescue in time, he would basically be useless.

"But I still want to go back!"

Sang Lao naturally knows how to play the easiest chess path, but it is obvious that his ambition is not that small:

"Holy slave, there will always be a decisive battle with Guizhe Holy Mountain."

"In the past, I would never have dreamed that Dao Qiongtian would one day leave the Holy Mountain."

"So, now this opportunity...is once in a lifetime!"

Sang Lao said for a while, stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, paced back and forth on the ruined battlefield of God's Relics, as if he had rehearsed the plan countless times in his mind for thirty years, and casually said the plan:

"If I return to the Dead Sea, the ladder to heaven will be broken, the Holy Emperor will emerge, the order of the five realms will collapse, and everyone will be in danger."

"When I return to the Dead Sea, ghosts and beasts will appear. Chaos will come. Shock will happen all over the world, and all parties will support me."

"When I return to the Dead Sea, the Eight Masters will arrive, the Void Island will descend, and the black and white veins will come out.

"When I return to the Dead Sea, the trees in the Holy Hall will rise, the beasts of the Holy Xuanmen will roar, and the saints of all races will spare no effort."

"I'm going to the Dead Sea..." Mr. Sang stopped and laughed out loud: "Actually, it's me who's going to the Dead Sea."

"This was the point at which Bazunzun and I broke up back then. He felt that there was no need to do this. He could just gradually break through it from the outside and enter the secret realm of the five holy emperors."

"I feel that if this is not the case, it is not enough to go against the will of heaven. It must be rooted internally, connected inside and outside, guided by the turbulence of the Dead Sea, and radiated to the situation of all races up and down the ladder."

so……

If someone in the Eighth Palace is hit by an arrow and enters the Dead Sea, is he following the trend?

Even if there is no Eighth Palace, there are still ways to enter the Dead Sea in the Ninth Palace and Tenth Palace?

so……

After returning to the Dead Sea from the Relics of God, Mr. Sang will still make trouble in the Dead Sea. How will he make trouble?

After going around in circles, I thought I had jumped out of Shengnu's plan. When I looked back, I was still in the planning of Bazunzhen and Old Man Sang?

"hiss!"

Everyone's pupils are shaken.

I never expected Mr. Sang to say this suddenly.

From his current perspective, how weak is Mr. Sang?

The semi-sage of profound meaning can be destroyed easily. Compared with the five great saint emperor families, he is as insignificant as an insect.

But a weak insect can make a cocoon and bind itself to the dead sea.

What I am thinking about now is to follow the trend of the relics of God turning into butterflies, flapping its wings, and setting off a storm in the Holy God Continent?

Jinren looked sharply at the water ghost.

However, he found that although the water ghost looked surprised, he clearly didn't look surprised, as if he had expected it.

No, you are making me, the new second-in-command of the Saint Slaves, look like an outsider!

Jinren quickly asked: "What do you want to do?"

Mr. Sang looked back with a smile: "We coincide with each other."

"... Shit! It's such a big thing, no matter how hard you talk about it, you have to tell me that I need to do something in it so that I can cooperate, right?" Jinren's eyes widened and he was at a loss as he hurriedly turned his will to deal with it.

thing.

Sang Lao smiled and said nothing, and sat down on the big rock.

He raised one leg, leaning on his elbow, crossed his fingers on his chest, and slightly outlined the corners of his mouth:

"unnecessary."

"Though things change, we never leave our roots."

From Tiansang Ling Palace to the Relics of the Gods...

From the sleeveless saint slave to burning the harp and boiling the crane...

Xu Xiaoshou has heard too many stories about Old Man Sang, from storyteller, from Bazun, from Aunt Xiang...

It was only today, until this moment, that he could really see in this slightly bald little old man some of the determination and madness of the former master of the dark intelligence world.

Sang Lao pointed to the gray sky of God’s Relic:
To be continued...