This means that it will only be a few days before the real person arrives.

What Xu Xiaoshou cared about was not the "duration", but the "number of people" when the time came. He immediately asked:

"Did your side send you as the pioneer to take the lead in this trip to the lower realm, or did you plan to make a formal appearance at that time?"

What's the meaning?

Huachang Deng has not yet responded.

Matchmaker and Jin Xingzhong, who were more than five million spectators, all listened with awe:

"Not just Hua Jianxian?"

"Listen to Master Shou, the ghosts and Buddhas are about to be destroyed. Could it be that the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God on the ladder to heaven will appear together?"

"Didn't Saint Slave Wu Xiu say it would last for one year? How come it will break in half a year? There is no way to protect it!"

"No, the five regions of Xu Ai's War are a bit too much to withstand. How can the Holy Continent still withstand their subsequent destruction?"

"The sky is falling..."

Huachang Deng did not see any trouble.

He moved his eyes to the stone tablet in the Central Yuan Realm, to the place where the sword thoughts emanated in the distance, and then to the ghosts and Buddhas in the north, and responded softly:

"One person is enough."

mad!

The madness of ancient sword cultivators is truly nurtured in the bones of all sword holders.

When Hua Changdeng said these words, his eyes never even fell on Xu Xiaoshou, as if the life and death of the people in the five realms were all under his control.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but smile.

The stone sword on his waist, which had previously been held in the mouth of a black-bone chicken, seemed to wake up to life after hearing the sound, and started to buzz and tremble with anger, about to burst out of the stone.

"Not that..."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and patted his sword, indicating that he should be calm.

Finally, he stretched out his index finger, shook it gently at the Hua Chang Lantern, and said jokingly:

"not enough."

——More crazy!

Debate suddenly arose in the golden apricot painting.

Hua Changdeng even raised his brows, with a surprised expression on his face.

He never saw this as "Xiao Shi Tan Ji" or "Xu Xiao Shou"... It was not important, and he was too lazy to correct the title.

The only thing he cared about was the old enemy in the distance where the sword thoughts emanated. However, the young man in front of him was even more unruly and arrogant than the eight acquaintances of the past.

"hehe……"

Hua Changdeng smiled softly, his eyes filled with memories.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to use the sword, he also didn't pull out the illusory broken sword behind his waist.

He just slowly raised the lamp in his hand and shook it slightly.

"hiss--"

The remaining candlelight flickered.

There were endless howling sounds of ghosts inside.

Hua Changdeng looked back at the young man, pursed his lips and said: "You said you had cut off a ray of my will before, so you came to me this time not just to relieve the confusion in your heart."

As soon as these words came out, the matchmaker's beauty in the distance turned pale.

She seemed to have seen the scene of a huge battle, lying on the ground and retreating like a human maggot.

Xu Xiaoshou grinned, showing his big white teeth, sunny and kind: "What do you think? Lao Deng!"

Hee hee hee…

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth became corrupted again.

In the boiling and bubbling swamp water, a ghost seemed to be crawling out again, but this time not even the ghost's hands or bone claws came out of the ground.

Everything turns into blue smoke, all gathered in the candlelight of Hua Changdeng.

"The power of death!"

This time, everyone understood.

That green smoke is not the remnant of power after the death of some evil ghost.

Even the appearance of swamp water, ghosts, etc. is just an incident. The root of all changes lies in the gathering of the power of death!

And the power of death that was summoned and gathered from heaven and earth, from the great road, from the birth and death of living things and dead things, was all due to Hua Changdeng's change of thought!

"So strong..."

"How can it be so powerful when it's just a thought of the Holy Emperor..."

The matchmaker was horrified.

It's not like she has never seen strong people use the power of their ancestors.

The Great Emperor of Cangsheng had used the power of the evil god. Most spiritual refiners from the five realms had seen this, and they all knew that he used the power of his ancestors that he had cultivated over decades.

But Huachang Deng uses the power of ancestral origin in completely opposite ways.

He is actually so strong that just by accumulating the power of the God of Death, he can bring out the strange phenomena of Fengdu in this world.

His power does not come from himself, but from everything outside himself.

He is like sitting on the ground fishing, the power of his ancestors is born in the unknown, and gathered in the lamp, he can give orders.

"Tsk!"

Bronze lamps and candlelight create a masterpiece.

The space around the Hua Chang Lantern surged, but it did not break.

With such a magnitude of death power gathered in such a mediocre residual lamp, he could actually maintain the balance of the fragile space around him.

"Holy Emperor..."

"Yes, Hua Jianxian is still the Holy Emperor..."

At this time, the spectators from the five regions suddenly woke up.

In the past six months, under the guidance of the Master's Intentional Dao Pan, the spirit refining world has basically understood the concept of the "Ten Realm Holy Emperor":

Only a high-level Saint Emperor can give birth to the power of the ancestral source.

The rest may be semi-saints, middle- or low-level saint emperors, or people with extraordinary talents...maybe able to master the power of their ancestors in some way, but that is just "borrowing".

Borrow, use.

One word difference makes a world of difference.

"Kid..."

The night is long, the sword fairy carries the lantern.

Hua Changdeng stared at the young man in front of him.

He has never wanted to bully the weak, but there is no word "refuse to fight" in the ancient sword cultivator's inheritance.

Even if the weak is used to challenge the strong.

The other party wants to die to prove and gain enlightenment.

Of course, it is a pity that in the battle, the ancient sword cultivator has always had nothing but success!

So at the Guizhe ruins, Hua Changlan was placed under the ghost Buddha, and then he responded to the son of Kuilei Han's fighting intention and allowed him to use his sword.

With that sword, Kuileihan was able to cross the border with a hammer and save his son thousands of miles away.

Now, with this sword, he can also give it to the ignorant kid in front of him, but he doesn't know if this kid has a lucky star in his life...

Or rather.

Can his life and death attract the eyes of the Eight Masters?

With his thoughts at this point, Hua Changdeng held the lamp high, his voice was threatening, and he was about to speak...

"One sword!"

The young man opposite actually spoke first.

He said it lightly, like a reward from a superior to a subordinate.

This sentence choked the exact same two words in Hua Changdeng's throat, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

The matchmaker is confused.

Jin Xing's millions of spectators were stunned.
To be continued...