Good fortune will never come alone.

Hua Changdeng is not over yet, and the sickle of the God of Death that Xu Xiaoshou has not been thrown out yet.

At the Gui Depreciation Site, Beihuai made a kick and suddenly rushed in, hugged the ghost Buddha and ate it.

Although Cao Yihan hammered the mad dog away in time.

The Bazun An could see that the situation seemed to be out of control and the situation became extremely difficult.

"The five domains are about to be lost!"

This bite is not just a sleeveless bald man.

The injury of the ghost Buddha is not a minor injury, but it represents the complete collapse of the "enchantment" set up half a year ago.

All parts of the Holy Spirit Continent were blocked, and all hidden time and space nodes were exposed.

Originally, the three ancestors abroad had to break through the former site of the ladder and force themselves to crack the time zone.

Once the barrier is broken, they can enter the scene in various ways, either on the open or from the dark anywhere in the East, West, South, North, and Central.

If you can't defend yourself, you can come in.

If you really want to, you can even appear directly in the city of Death Buddha, enter the corner of the crossroads, concentrate your firepower, and attack one point.

As strong as a god, it is not necessarily possible to catch the three ancestors of demons, medicines, and sorrows to join forces until rescue arrives.

At this moment, the only advantageous point that Yu Shengnu could find in this out-of-control chess game was that the only three ancestors were not one-heart alliance, but each had their own ulterior motives.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're busy."

I sighed in my heart, and Bazun An didn't dare to think about it any more.

That was the event afterwards, and it was also a confrontation between chess players, and it had nothing to do with him.

The most urgent thing he had to solve was that a person was not the third ancestor of overseas, not the Beihuai, nor the others, but... Hua Changdeng!

"It's still a little bit."

"Just a little bit!"

The sword light rushed over, and a figure that was sweeping in his eyes was already reflected, and the eight masters did not move.

The Pingbo Xin Lake is nowhere to be seen, and the vast waves are hidden deep under it.

...

"die!"

The mysterious rays bloom in the northern region.

The dazzling light of the ancestor god was shattered on the top of Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region.

Beihuai's sudden entry, Kui Leihan's mask hit, shocked everyone outside the scene, and made people feel confused. I don't know where the front battlefield is.

But that fluctuation could not even shake Hua Changdeng's persistent thoughts!

He held the hunting ghost in his hand and the three swords of the sword ghost came to fight hard.

With a sword, he voluntarily fell from the realm of the Holy Emperor's Ancestor God in the Northern Domain, and rekindled a blazing flame in the Central Domain.

The realm has fallen.

Hua Changdeng's combat power did not lose, but instead relied on the power of the undead cycle to push it to a higher level.

Not finished yet!

"Sanluo Ghost Formation..."

The sword is close to the face, and the strength is exhausted.

The three swords of the sword ghost turned into patterns at the last moment and were printed into the ghost hunting sword body. Then the sword stabbed the attack to sublimate to another level.

"Lingdu!"

The sound of tearing exploded in the sky of Lingyu.

Countless viewers who were shocked by the oppression of Kui Leihan and looked back at each other earlier.

In the battle situation, the two of them, not to mention evenly sharing the situation, they are completely one-sided crushing.

The eight masters who have lost their spiritual minds...

The burning long lamp...

This is really like the light of fireflies and the bright light of the bright moon!

The most important thing is that after such an absolute attack, Ba Zun An was even weak enough to summon the sword sea and the famous sword twenty-one to make simple defenses.

Once the immortal sword body was broken, thousands of swords in his body were scattered all over the mountains and fields.

The spiritual meaning is even more like a candle in the wind, dying, as if it is even difficult to think and act, let alone fight again?

"laugh……"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the hunting ghost, which was branded with the three swords of the sword ghost, stabbed into the eight spirit bodies without any obstacles.

From the tip of the sword and the body of the sword, it penetrated inch by inch.

There is no pain in the skin, but the pain that pierces the soul as the hunting ghost pierces into it bit by bit, and the practitioners of the five realms will empathize with it.

"No resistance?"

"The Eight Masters are absent from God?"

"Or, he had completely given up on his struggle, and he was left with only spiritual will, and he could no longer stir up any waves?"

This is completely different from the expected picture.

Even the mysterious two swords in front were opened, and everyone's expectations for the Eighth Sword Immortal reached the highest level.

But now...

He stood still and chose to die?

"Bang!"

Hualonglantern did not give any chance.

The ghost hunting pierced the eight spiritual bodies and pulled them hard horizontally.

In an instant, a violent green force wave spread out in the void, shattering all the souls in the radius.

Eight masters know...

After the "body" is destroyed, the "spirit" is also cut off!

...

"Xiao Ba..."

Under Fusang City, the Moon Palace slave staggered slightly, and his thoughts were blank.

Of course she could see that Bazun An was not losing his mind, not helpless, but not wanting to defend.

What he wants is to break and then establish?

But after the three ways of body, spirit and mind are completely destroyed, can we still stand up?

Even if you can succeed in taking risks, what should you do if you are a Daoji, what should you do if you live for the rest of your life, and what should you do in the future?

Even if he was finally appointed as a god and ancestor, the Eight Lords won this battle and could be written into history and passed down by later generations.

"win?"

So what if you win, is it that important to win?

Everyone is waiting for a victory, and the Moon Palace slave never thought about losing or winning.

What she wanted to see was the eight masters who were intact, whether they were defeated or defeated.

He can be in a mess.

He can be covered in bruises.

He can get ten thousand swords, but he can't get an incurable injury after the war!

"I can't save it..."

However, the vision of the former descendant of the Holy Emperor made the Moon Palace slave easily see the injuries that could be repaired by refining the baby saint plant.

When the "spirit" is also destroyed, it is difficult to recover.

If you have even given up your "intention", even if you can still live, you can still win this battle...

Eight Zou An, how many are left?

The Moon Palace slave opened his mouth, took a step forward, and tried to stop.

She couldn't make any sound. The "ding" sound in front of her was the yellow copper coins thrown out by the night sky.

She guessed the copper coin that represents fate and variables three times but failed to guess it.

And the unchanging result that you turn to yourself will always be...
To be continued...