"You crushed the command talisman, it seems that you are ready!"

The words of the Holy Ancestor Haoyue made Yu Changqing slightly stunned. After thinking, Yu Changqing thought that the Holy Ancestor Haoyue was referring to the joint efforts of the Southern Region Martial Arts to wipe out the Demon Camp.

So he replied: "According to the order of the sect leader, I went down the mountain to help the Southern Region martial arts to wipe out the demon camp, and I dared not do my best."

"In two days, the martial arts of the Southern Region will gather in Qianjueling."

"I hope Master can help me and promote my bright moon holy power."

Yu Changqing's words were firm and his expression was excited. Two days later, it was not only the day for him to avenge his father, but also the time for him to become famous in the Southern Region.

The Demon Camp slaughtered the Southern Region, and the Haoyue Pride Yu Changqing saved the Southern Region’s martial arts in danger.

This battle alone can bring Yu Changqing's reputation to the peak.

This battle was not only for Yu Changqing's personal grudge, but also for his own selfishness.

Of course, the basis of all this begins with the fact that the Holy Ancestor Haoyue is willing to help.

"There is mystery in the world that cannot be understood, and people that cannot be spoken of."

"There is a thousand ways of opportunity, but you are not the same way."

"Have you ever thought that the fate you met was never the real fate?"

The words of the Holy Ancestor Haoyue gradually confused Yu Changqing and said in confusion: "I am ignorant and do not understand the master's intentions. I hope the master will make it clear."

"All accidents are inevitable."

"There may be a chance in this world, but it has never happened to you."

"Since the man appeared in the southern territory and had the slightest connection with him, no one will follow his own destiny."

"Because that man controls everything."

"You can live to this day not because of anyone's mercy, but he just happens to need a piece like you to pull the situation."

"I am the Holy Ancestor Haoyue, also known as the Chou Nu."

"I tell you, I just don't want you to be unable to see this world that is dominated by the strong before you die."

"The truth is the final practice for you."

Looking at the Haoyue Saint Ancestor who was gradually becoming clear in front of him, a terrifying face mask appeared on his face inexplicably.

"Ugly slave!!!"

Whispering this name, Yu Changqing didn't have a deep impression in his mind, but he just remembered that there seemed to be a slave wearing a mask of grimace around Ao Bei.

Also called ugly slave.

Is Haoyue Saint Ancestor an ugly slave?

Yu Changqing's mind suddenly became a little unsteady.

He couldn't figure out what was going on?

Is everything that happened in the Tianduan Mountains not a coincidence at all? It was deliberately arranged by Ao Bei?

But the Holy Ancestor Haoyue once entered the Holy Ancestor Haoyue. Even if the Chou Nu pretended to be the Holy Ancestor Haoyue and deceived himself, how did he deceive the entire Holy Ancestor Haoyue?

This is simply impossible.

Even if Yu Changqing breaks his head, he can't imagine that the Holy Ancestor of Haoyue Holy Sect has always been an ugly slave.

They are simply the same person.

Therefore, there is no place to fake at all.

"hiss!"

Yu Changqing had a thousand doubts in his heart at this moment, but before he could even say it, all his vitality was cut off by the ugly slave.

What should be said, the ugly slave has already said it.

Yu Changqing already knew everything he shouldn't have known.

No matter how many things happen, even if the ugly slave told Yu Changqing, Yu Changqing would not be able to understand and understand.

Because Yu Changqing will never be a chess player.

The night passes like water, and it will eventually pass.

When the sky was bright, a black and golden royal flag had already appeared in the ancient temple of Yangfang.

Above the king's flag, the other side flowers, which are as charming as fire, are like burning and flowing flames, swaying in the light breeze.

And beside the Xiaoyao King Banner, Yu Changqing's head died with his eyes open and looked straight ahead.

It seemed as if there was a huge amount of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Xiao...Xiaoyao King Flag!"

"This, how could this happen... How could the Xiaoyao King Banner appear in the ancient temple of Yangfang?"

Compared to the Xiaoyao King Banner that appeared in the ancient Yangfang Temple, these people from the martial arts sect directly ignored Yu Changqing's death.

Perhaps in their eyes, Yu Changqing has never really been put in front of them.

"The funeral flowers are served on the other side, and the flag of Xiaoyao King is standing!"

"In Qianjue Ridge, there are thirty-six sects and seventy-two gates, the ones who have seen the Xiaoyao King's flag are all subject to the Xiaoyao King's retreat order."

"After a day, if you do not obey the order of retreating from the martial arts, the spirit-slaughtering drum in the Demon Camp will be ringing above the martial arts sect in the Southern Region."

Just as everyone was shocked that the Xiaoyao King Banner appeared in the Yangfang Ancient Temple, an illusory and ethereal voice slowly came from all directions.

But it has never been seen.

After the voice disappeared, all the people in the martial arts of the Southern Region were stunned on the spot, and for a moment they fell into silence that could be heard.

After a long time, someone finally realized what happened. Without saying a word, he leaped into the ancient temple of Yangfang.

Immediately afterwards, fear affected everyone in the ancient temple of Yangfang.

In less than one breath, the thirty-six sects and seventy-two gates in the Yangfang Ancient Temple were like trees falling and money scattered. In an instant, they all escaped from the Yangfang Ancient Temple.

As for Yu Changqing, who died under the Xiaoyao King, no one paid attention to it.

After the people in Yangfang Ancient Temple escaped, the figure of the Chou Nu seemed to have never left, and was in the hall of Yangfang Ancient Temple.

Walking out of the hall, walking under the Xiaoyao King's flag, before Yu Changqing's remaining limbs.

A dry and calm voice sounded: "Everyone wants to compete for the destiny that is high."

"But what is destiny to that person?"

"Who can imagine that when everyone obeys the fate, he has already seen what is today."

"But for others' ending, for him, it's just the beginning."

The voice became weaker and weaker under the banner of Xiaoyao King until it completely disappeared.

No matter whether his encounter with Yu Changqing was accidental or deliberate, they finally had a relationship between master and apprentice.

In the end, it is also a final explanation to Yu Changqing.

But in fact, it is more like an sigh from the heart.

"Have your heart been in chaos?"

At this moment, a seemingly weak figure also walked out of the hall and walked slowly.

Hearing the sound, the ugly slave bent down and turned around and said, "Young Master!"

"Crack!"

As he approached, Ao Bei snapped his fingers and saw that Yu Changqing's remaining limbs instantly turned into dust under the burning of the heavenly flames of the gods.

Then, Ao Bei looked at Chou Nu and asked, "Do you think I'm ruthless?"

Just one problem caused the ugly slave to sweat coldly on his forehead and bent his body lower, saying, "The ugly slave dare not."

"If you can see what the young master sees, you will feel what the young master feels."

"The ugly slave must not be as good as the young master."

"The heart embraces all things, and has its own spiritual intentions. The ugly slave is just a moment of emotion."

"But the ugly slave is always an ugly slave, and the young master is always a young master."
Chapter completed!