Invite the gods to your body, not to kill them.

At least you have to protect me, or at the critical moment, Bazun Shu, can you help me resist his counterattack?

…

"The second sword!"

There was a distant roar, and the haunting soul in the distance was impatient.

The big bells and drums protected him, the stone carvings of the Holy Ancestor were taken out and placed in front of him, and a blue stone that should be the heavenly stone hung on his head.

The five landscape screens in front of him are slowly rotating, the phantoms of dragons and phoenixes behind him are rising into the sky, ready to go, and the ruins of the ancestors of the art are open beneath their feet, with countless treasures inside that can be used at any time.

Vaguely visible, there is also a huge silver shield, which is calm and composed. It is the "shield treasure" that makes Xu Xiaoshou breathe heavily...

"The second sword!"

"Come! Fight!!"

Sui Yin is like an ant on a hot pot. He no longer has the image of an ancestral god. He is burdened with countless turtle shells and his three eyes are so wide that they almost burst.

Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes, and four swords were turned out in his hand, and the sword fingers brushed the sword body again.

"Zheng——"

A melodious sword cry took hold of the core of the heavenly realm and penetrated the three heavens above and below the ruins of God.

With the help of Sword Thought, he quietly crossed the flow of time and space, and spread into the starry sky from the gap in the seal of the evil spirit.

"The Eight Masters..."

At this moment, my heart whispered, resounding throughout the stars.

Xu Xiao stood with a slanted sword, and there was a sword path spiraling under the sword.

What made De Suiyin feel inexplicable and strange, and made the whole world tremble, was that there was a thick ancient book under the kendo disk.

"Susu..."

Turning pages of books.

Faint fluctuations spread out.

Indescribable, indescribable.

With a "boom", Dao Qiongcang's grandmaster's sword intent couldn't be suppressed and burst out. He couldn't help but want to bend down and worship.

Dao Qiongcang gritted his teeth and resisted such humiliating behavior, feeling somewhat regretful that he had embarked on the path of ancient sword cultivation.

"Sure enough, the sword-watching code is on him!"

…

Sword burial mound.

On the top of Dongshan Mountain, one of the seven forbidden areas.

High in the sky is a green sword-cone-shaped plant, with black spots scattered on the leaves, and the front can cut through the sky.

Between the sword-cone leaves that bloom like lotus and resemble sword-boring blades, there is a thick, fleshy leaf that rises straight to the sky. It is shaped like a sword body, with its end penetrating into the starry sky.

Wen Ting was dressed in white clothes, half-legged and leaning against the stones under the sisal hemp. He looked as insignificant as an ant in comparison.

"The Eight Masters..."

When the sound came in the form of fluctuations in thoughts and was intercepted, Wen Ting spoke out:

"Kensama, did you hear that? This is the place."

brush!

The sisal leaves are uniform, and black marks appear in the void in response.

Wen Ting said no more, just holding Dao Ze in one hand and a sisal leaf in the other, his nose twitching as if he was smelling something.

"At the critical moment, if Bazunzhen really can't do it, I will take action."

"Kianma, you have to help me, you know, I'm afraid of death."

…

Rumble.

The stone door in the cave opened with a rumble.

The storyteller suddenly jumped up, patted the hem of his skirt and said with a smile: "The avatar outside the body has found someone. Wen Ting said he will take action so that you don't have to interfere... You can go back to seclusion again, Xu Xiaoshou will be fine~

"

Bazun didn't look back, and walked straight out of the stone door, out of the cave, holding on to the wall and came to the outside of the bare stone mountain.

He looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes, and put his hand to his forehead, his cloudy eyes seemed to be trying to penetrate something.

"What's wrong?"

The storyteller cautiously moved forward, feeling that his brother could see directly into the essence of the avenue, which was really amazing.

Bazunzhen shook his head, squinted his eyes for a while, and murmured:

"Has the sun not set yet?"

"The light is a bit dazzling..."

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Chapter completed!