Chapter 1645: Leading the reincarnation to come and go, the Taoist ancestor commits suicide

All people!

Xu Xiaoshou also suddenly thought of it.

Sui Yin has been away for so long, and the bans inside and outside have been cut off. Why is there no picture on Jinren's side?

The second true body is the communication between mind and heart.

Previously, his true form was outside and Jinren was at the ruins. When he attacked Beihuai, he could use this to divert the "sadness" effect and let Jinren cry on his behalf for free.

If not, it would have been possible for Beihuai to kill him in the Secret Realm of Four Symbols - his ability was so disgusting that he could forcibly interrupt the enemy's spellcasting and create many fighters.

Later, when I entered the ruins and Jinren went outside, I was able to ask Jinren to ask Li Fugui and Long Xing some things through the previous contact between the two.

but now……

Why did you lose contact?

Is it possible that the blockade of Sui Yin is still there, and the ruins of God are still only accessible but not accessible?

"What's wrong?"

Dao Qiongcang turned his head when he heard the sound, thinking that Xu Xiaoshou had remembered his master's affairs and had escaped the roundabout influence of the way of memory.

"Do you have any way to confirm that Sui Yin can't interfere with the entry and exit of the God's Relics?" Xu Xiaoshou did not say clearly.

Dao Qiongcang responded with a smile: "It depends on you, Master Shou. You are the master of the relics of the gods who have mastered the core of the heaven. Are you trying to change the leading avenue here?"

Change……

what for?

"Don't ask, just listen to me and change it first."

"Pinch the core of the heavenly realm and trace the path of 'receiving' with your mind. There is no need to change it to normal. You probably can't do it either."

"Return to the rules set by the slaying priest Ran Ming before the influence of evil spirits. Just come and go as you please." Dao Qiongtian is mysterious and unpredictable.

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated for a moment, thinking that everyone was still at the ruins of the gods at this time, so he could listen to what the old man said.

He pinched out the core of the heavenly realm and did everything as he was told.

The whole world did not tremble, nor did it make a buzzing sound. Without any sound, the Jieyin Avenue switched to the one set by the slaying priest Ran Ming.

"What do you mean?"

Xu Xiaoshou had a bad feeling after doing it.

Because he really couldn't change the Guiding Avenue to "you can return to a certain location in the Holy Spirit Continent through the tree gate, rather than how to enter and how to go back."

Theory, Xu Xiaoshou can understand:

After all, the Relics of the Gods are the Heavenly Triangle, the "spiritual site" of the ancestor gods. The rules here are different from those in the Holy God Continent, and the level is higher.

When you come from there, you have to use the word "Yu Sheng", which is essentially not "space teleportation", but "leading to reincarnation".

To go from here, you have to "take the lead" naturally, instead of being able to cross the starry sky and all kinds of debris in one go.

But I know what I know theoretically, but the subjective experience is not very good.

——After he went out, Ai Cangsheng might have been waiting with his bow on his head for half a month, which is a bit scary to think about.

Of course, the feeling of being predicted by Dao Qiongang is even worse.

"You said it or not!"

Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou's face was not kind, Dao Qiongcang seemed to be able to speak human language. He pointed his finger far away to the other side, intending to say to the Holy Spirit Continent:

"They don't know what's going on here."

"But looking at the entire continent, even if the rush to enter the ruins has passed, everyone probably knows that there are some problems here."

"There are still a group of people who, after a long period of hesitation and struggle, will shout out the word 'dyeing' and choose to fight for opportunities - there is no way out for them in life."

"I could get in before but couldn't get out. Now you change the rules and kill another person to see if he dies or gets out. Wouldn't it be clear?"

What a simple and crude method!

But is it a bit too inhumane?

While he was thinking, Dao Qiongang suddenly pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and smiled without saying a word.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils trembled.

"you……"

"Yes, Master Shou, I'm done killing him."

…

There are actually people in the ruins of God.

Earlier, when Sui Yin was still there, these people came in and practiced directly in the formation, and were honored to assimilate with Sui Yin.

Regardless of whether it is Dao or Taixu.

Now that the evil spirit has gone, those who dared to enter the ruins of the gods in twos and threes have successfully survived.

They landed on the first level, watched the entry animation in their minds, then opened their eyes and stood there blankly.

"What a relic of God!"

It really deserves to be the place where gods fight. This is such a ruin.

Why is it that no piece of land is good, just like it has been plowed by oxen?

Even if I ran for a long time, it stands to reason that so many years have passed, even if the fight was at its darkest, judging from the concentration of spiritual energy and the masterless holy power of this place...

Shouldn't the spiritual plants be clustered in clusters and the spiritual beings flying around?

But there isn’t even a tenth-grade elixir, let alone a first- or second-grade elixir!

There is not even a magic weapon, only some broken blade fragments in the corners, which are as big as a fingernail!

"It's not like there was a divine war in the past, but it seems like the divine war just ended yesterday..."

Liu Guifen scratched her head and felt that it was strange here.

He was born in the Eastern Region. He is one hundred and seventy years old this year. He has a body of pure yang. He has not broken any martial arts so far. He cultivated very quickly and finally broke through and became Taixu sixty-three years ago.

To put it bluntly, the Eighth Sword Immortal at that time was not even an egg.

Liu Guifen has a dream, to join the Ten Seats and become the Great Emperor Guifen of the Holy Temple - a name that will be resounding even if he says it.

After a hundred years, he finally realized that this was not a dream, but a fantasy.

He competed five times in the ten-seat competition and failed to pass the audition each time.

It doesn't matter, he managed to survive ten people. The Holy Temple has officially announced that this competition will no longer be held.

And now...

"The relic of God, the old Liu Guifen, is here!"

…

Paji.

Just as he finished his rant, a blurry shadow suddenly fell from the empty front.

Liu Guifen's more than 100 years of experience in the arena told him that no one comes with good intentions.

The figure in white looked at him and smiled after landing. After a while, he handed over a dagger:

"Kill yourself."

Liu Guifen has lived for one hundred and seventy-two years, and has never been as speechless as she is now.

This is so funny.

I, Liu Guifen, am very dignified and well-known in the Eastern Region.

After all, he is also the contemporary master of the Guifen Palace. He has gone through countless ups and downs, witnessed the rise and fall of ten thrones in four generations, and the past and ending of more than twenty sword immortals...

"Well."

Liu Guifen hadn't opened her mouth to laugh or put up a defensive posture to resist. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted and she nodded calmly as if she had taken life and death lightly:

"good."

In his memory, ever since he was bullied as a child, he had had such a firm thought:

If you can live to be one hundred and seventy-two years old, you must go to some dilapidated ruins, find someone, take his dagger, cut your own throat, and end this mediocre life...

My whole life, I have been fighting for this.

And today, the ending can finally come.

Liu Guifen closed her eyes, with no desires or desires in her heart, and there was a silence where the dust had settled.

"Tsk."

The dagger smeared across the throat, but there was no blood.
To be continued...