After tens of millions of years of precipitation, epochs and eras have been piled up.

How could the "Ten Ancestors" who are truly recognized by the Dao, the complete divine court left behind by them be able to compete with the "Xuzu Transformation"?

"It's over, it's over..."

"It's really over, ancient swordsmanship!"

The ancient sword cultivator in the five realms was shocked, and then he realized why the ancient sword art would decline, the era of sword cultivator would end, and the era of spirit refining would begin.

However, the Sword Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, and the Ghost Ancestor, the One Ancestor, can be ranked among the Tenth Ancestor and survive to this day.

Just the Divine Court is already so grand.

It can be imagined that when Hua Changlan pushes the coffin, the Shenting Yin Cao will definitely be the burial place of Eight Lords!

Click.

Xiao Kongtong's fist tightened, his face turned pale as if he was as fat-faced as a ghost on the flesh wall. Even he couldn't see that the teacher had any hope of winning.

Obviously...

He clearly thought that he would win just now, and Hua Changdeng could not block a blow.

"Open the coffin!"

In front of the gate of Fengdu, the long shout of the powerful ghost man in the darkness resounded through the underworld, waking everyone up and looking at him.

But after the coffin board was pushed away with force, the person who bent his waist and rose up from it was not like a human form?

It was a very bloated monster. Although it also wore a crown, it showed its extraordinary status.

But even the crown was worn crookedly, with fat heads and big ears, and a huge golden ring on its nose. No one is human, no ghost is ghost.

"Is this the image of Emperor Hua Sheng in Fengdu?"

"Isn't his status the Lord of Fengdu? Only he can ride in a 'carriage' that represents a high position in the Yin Realm, right?"

Everyone was shocked and hope reappeared in their hearts.

If Emperor Hua Sheng’s body is like this, the Eighth Sword Immortal may not be able to win?

Soon, the cultivators in the five realms became desperate.

They saw the fat-headed and big-eared monster, and took out a roll of oracle with the power of the ancestor god from the fat flesh on their chest, and heard the loud, harsh, neutral-sex scream:
Chapter completed!