For the second ancestor, there is no value in making use of it and reference.

The Second Ancestor of Potion, he even had the heart to kill Hua Changdeng!

"Is this what you said, 'Leave it to you to solve'?" The Demon Ancestor was furious and almost lifted the coffin out.

The Medicine Ancestor kept silent, and the phantom of the Dashihuai protected the Forgetful River in the Holy Spirit Continent, and kept sprinkling the seeds of life.

The seeds absorb energy from the water of the Wangchuan River, grow wildly, become big trees, blossom and bear fruit, and seeds fall again, and continue to cycle.

The water of the Wangchuan River is becoming thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Beihuai has arrived too.

Like a mad dog, he turned into a dragon crossing the river and breaking the water, and blindly drilled into the Holy Spirit Continent.

But, it's all too slow!

...

"boom!"

The golden light is shining.

Kunpeng shot Eight Zun An.

The powers of the Taoist chain, thunder tribulation, sword thoughts and other forces under the remaining body only lasted less than half a breath.

"Bang."

Eight masters of Anxian's body were crushed and exploded on the spot!

The sword thought link with the immortal sword body, like a broken thread, also fell apart under the whistling golden light under the might of such a powerful ancestor god.

The one who breaks, the one who dies.

Even the tiniest powder unit is no longer there.

The golden light passed through the border, tearing the sky from the Ghost and Buddha Realm of the Central Region, shot to the south, penetrated through the sky, and finally disappeared at the end of the sky.

The five realms are dead silent.

Everyone stared at the golden light that penetrated the sky, with shock in their eyes.

"Eight Zun An, dead..."

The Moon Palace slave took a sudden step forward, but his knees became weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Yu Zhiwen was not much better either. Looking at Kunpeng’s rebirth, he tore the head of the Holy Slave with one blow, feeling confused as if the sky had collapsed.

“Great.”

The black chicken muttered, and her abdomen squirmed, as if she was about to spit out something. Suddenly, her eyes crossed and turned to the other side of the Great Dream Qianqiu World.

It hurriedly stretched out its wings and stopped the fish that might be impulsive, Yue Ernn.

It seems that it's not over yet?

...

In the great dream, the eight masters died, and the figures of sword cultivators from all over the world quickly faded.

Even the eyes of Gulou Ying, Feng Wuhen and others quickly dimmed, as if the wind blew, their bodies would wither.

A great dream can be broken for thousands of years!

Hua Changdeng's eyebrows and eyes tightened, and she noticed something was wrong.

“No hindrance…”

He is in harmony with Kunpeng's spiritual mind, so he can't notice it:

Although Kunpeng Killing takes the lead, how could the eight masters be unable to resist because of their high combat awareness?

But the reality is that he did not resist at all...

Hua Changdeng's pupils shook and realized something.

Just as he did not want to resist after being hit by Dameng Qianqiu's sword, he instead took an attack.

The Eight Lord An is also an ancient sword cultivator.

How could he not know that with a weak body to fight against a strong attack, if he is catching a storm, he will definitely not have the potential to turn the tables.

Since this is the case, why not attack with attack, eye for eye, tooth for tooth?

That means...

As soon as my thoughts were almost certain, I saw that in the world of Great Dreams, the world suddenly became dark, and there were golden daisy crescent petals floating from all directions and gathered.

"chrysanthemum?"

That's not a chrysanthemum!

That is the spirit, the mind, and the familiar breath of sword thought.

When the figures of ancient sword cultivators of various dynasties slowly faded away, he was like a retrograde person, gracefully condensed, and finally condensed into an illusory figure - Eight Lords An!

Hua Changdeng's face turned sharp and he was a little disbelief: "You actually gave up your body?"

In thirty years, he cultivated the immortal sword body.

When facing the final choice, give up without hesitation.

Just to save all the spirit and mind, and pour it into the great dream for thousands of years, and stabilize the sword at the third level of the illusion sword technique...

How bold and decisive is this?

It must be noted that this is just a dream!

When he woke up from his dream, even if his eight masters won, the world of the Great Dream of Qianqiu will be broken down and disappear.

When it is all the time, where should he go?

Fall by yourself?

There is no way out for this choice, and the Eight Masters commit suicide!

And the spirit and mind are all gathered in this world, and they are taking a desperate bet, and that must be the intention of themselves - this guy is burning his way, even more simply than himself, he is so crazy!

Hua Changdeng's thoughts trembled.

The key to the time value is the key to the Tao, where can there be any errors?

Where can I take the eight swords of An Yi, even if it is the weakest sword of the first level or the second level?

After being alert, He immediately realized that he was exposed to the world of Great Dreams, and his empty door was now open, and his clothes were not covered, which was the most critical.

"Ghost, come back!"

In the real world, Eight Zun An has already admitted defeat.

With his vengeful personality, he cannot give up. If the spirit ghost returns to help too late, he will be afraid of something big.

Not only Linggui, Hua Changdeng even summoned the Holy Emperor Kunpeng to defend himself.

——No attack anymore!

Dameng Qianqiu is the home court of Bazunan.

The only disadvantage is that he can attack, the eight priests in the real world have given up this point.

Eight masters knew this and bet on his next sword, forcing Hua Changdeng to use a shield to fight against the spear.

Fortunately!

Although the sun's underworld is broken, the residual power can come.

The three swords of sword ghosts combine to protect them as solid as a golden soup.

And the Eight Lords who lost their body and had only the spirit and mind were left. Even in this home court of the Great Dream Qianqiu, what kind of strange sword can they produce?

Before the ancestor god was promoted, everything was useless!

Unless... no, without "unless", how could he still have the strength to open the mystery?

Thinking about this, I saw the Eight Masters take a step forward and their lips and teeth lightly open!

"solitary!……"

This word sounds like Hua Changdeng's pupils are trembling, and her scalp is slightly numb as if it is stressed.

One step, one sword, one word, one song...

How is this scene similar to the eight young masters during the Battle of Ten Thousands? How is this similar to the great dream that he had used to open a mysterious sword and slash out?

He failed to become the Ancestor of the Illusion and was forced to cut off the promotion process by himself. Now he wants to have another sword?

"impossible!"

Hua Changdeng doesn't believe it.

The magic sword technique is mastered by the Eight Masters, and the sword is mysterious and understandable.

Among the nine sword techniques, the sword god Gulou Ying can only open the mysterious door of love sword technique. He is familiar with the eight masters, can he open the second door?
To be continued...