Feng Zhongzui now understood.

This level of power should come from the legacy of the Holy Ancestor and is used to protect the world?

"Bang!"

Without any more buffer, the demonic power network exploded outside the world again.

"Is there another level?"

As soon as the third net was broken, everyone was stunned.

Is this the Holy Continent? Is this really not a prison? Why are there so many layers of security...covers wrapped around it?

"Bang!"

Also, the power of Ghost Ancestor!

"Bang!"

Also, the power of the Medicine Ancestor!

"Bang bang bang..."

There are also those with the power of the ancestor of magic, the power of the ancestor of war, the power of the ancestor of dragon, the power of the ancestor of sword...

The land of Buddhism!

Outside the world, above the clouds.

As the Starry Sky Buddha touches the land, in addition to the power of the Time Ancestor and the Heavenly Ancestor, all the ancestral gods who have ever used the Holy Continent as their roots can be deified and called their ancestors.

The "safety cover" left behind was crushed by the Buddha's hand!

When the last layer of the ancestral god cover exploded, peach blossoms withered from the five realms, and it seemed that a cover of some kind had exploded as a bonus...

"flower?"

Drunk and confused by the wind.

For a moment he was in a trance.

Because when the peach blossom appeared, he felt an extremely powerful sword intention, which was the sword intention of the phantom sword technique.

Is this phantom swordsmanship?

Or is it a fantasy swordsmanship created by oneself?

There are other illusions that Feng Zhongzui cannot see, but he is fully qualified to explain the only real one at the moment:

"Look, Senior Wuxiu's life breath is fading!"

The preaching mirror showed the figure who was sitting cross-legged on the original ladder, floating in the clouds, looking like a petrified Saint Slave without sleeves.

He closed his eyes and frowned, and his whole body was burnt.

With the appearance of the land in the Buddha and the response of the Lord of this world, Saint Slave Wu Xiu seemed to have drained all his strength in an instant.

Now, the charred and decayed body shows signs of being blown away by the wind!

"Ha~"

Master Meng appeared next to his master in time and passed through with a breath of immortal energy.

The secret of life is indeed powerful.

All of a sudden, the sleeveless breath of life stabilized.

But even Feng Zhongzui can see that this is not a long-term solution, it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Because once Emperor Cangsheng fires his arrow, Master Shou will be too busy to take care of himself, and there will be no way to maintain his master's vitality.

And if Wu Xiu leaves, will this so-called Lord of the World's one-year agreement become nonsense?

"One year..."

Feng Zhongzui rolled his eyes, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt that everything was understood.

He slapped his thigh, and the hand holding the missionary mirror trembled with excitement:

"I see!"

"The Holy Slave has no sleeves and has a grudge against the Buddha...perhaps on a single level, he is not as good as the ancestral god."

"But the sleeveless red-scorched hands... no, the red-scorched body is possessed by the whole body and penetrates the spiritual mind. The strength is equivalent to the power of the ancestral source. The height that can be reached after shaping the body is no less than that of the saint in some aspects.

emperor!"

"Using this as my body, I can summon the will of the resentful Buddha. This person is a natural ancestor god, and his meaning is unparalleled... The effect of one plus one is greater than two. I think I saw it today."

Feng Zhongzui swallowed his saliva and said with bright eyes:

"In this case!"

"The fuse ladder is the only way to return from the secret realm of the five holy emperors. Even if Yu Lao above is defeated, the Han Palace Holy Emperor and others will not be able to return in a short time?"

"The purpose of taking charge of this world is to prevent the ten ancestors...or to contain the power of various ancestor gods from interfering with the Holy Continent and the Holy Slave's next plans?"

There is no doubt that this is the most reasonable explanation.

As high as the Holy Emperor, as high as the Ancestral God, when these two obstacles, real and imaginary, are isolated, why can the ten thrones not dominate the Holy God Continent?

One year...

I don't know what I can do.

But for Shengnu, there are too many things he can do in one year, right?

"Now, I only have one question left!"

Feng Zhongzui's mind was spinning so fast that everyone in the five regions could hardly keep up with his rhythm.

In fact, there is only one Feng Zhongzui who seems to be explaining at the moment, but what is running behind the scenes is the entire Feng family's intelligence department.

If Feng Zhongzui is unhappy and cannot understand the situation, his existence itself will have no meaning:

"My only question is this!"

He pointed to the void, to Shouye who was delivering life energy to Mr. Sang, and said sharply:

"It's not enough for the Holy Slave to be without sleeves!"

"Perhaps the Mysterious Half-Saint is very strong, but for the Supreme, his strength is not enough, and it cannot last for a year at all!"

"And Mr. Meng's position in Shengnu has never been that of a supporting player, and he doesn't have the time... Let me count the numbers!"

This is the most glorious moment for Feng Zhongzui.

He just dares to bet!

"three!"

When his countdown was just shouted out.

"Two" didn't even appear. As if drunk in the wind, he suddenly looked to the south and ended directly:

"one!"

In the central region, to the south, the sword is soaring into the sky.

…

Buzz!

When the brother in front of him stopped and his sword intent surged out.

The storyteller's first reaction was not happiness, but worry, full of worry.

He didn't quite know what the specific action was. Because of his strength, he could easily be caught and searched for his soul.

Therefore, his mission is only to protect his brother, and he only has a vague outline of his actions.

But he is smart.

As soon as his brother stopped, he knew that the time had come.

"Do you need someone to do something?"

Taixu is so insignificant at this moment.

The storyteller stepped forward, and the only thing he could do was to hold his brother's elbow and use it as a crutch to support his frail body.

Cold...

There is no warmth in the tentacles.

The arm in the palm was like a dead corpse, and it seemed that even the blood was no longer flowing. The storyteller closed his eyes and said no more.

"Push me... give me a push..."

Bazun knew that the voice was so weak.

So much so that if you look at him from the front, his sloppy and muddy face now looks a bit old.

"How to push?"
To be continued...