...

The eight masters are in Lingyu.

Looking at the ancestor of Hua in the five realms, he was looking at a blind man.

Looking at Ba Zunan again, it seems like he is looking at a disabled person.

One blind and one waste, after the maximum limit is...the war of disability?

The key is that the ancestor Hua returned to his mind. Can the eight masters understand this state?

Everyone stared at the eight spirits that were about to be extinguished when the wind blew, and their minds were broken.

The eight masters stood with a solemn look, looking at the north, but their thoughts were still unwilling to let go, and their tone became extremely serious:

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Um?"

"I don't have much time."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do as He said, when the time comes, throw out the scythe of the god of death!"

...

"Eight! Zun! Ann!"

Hua Zu, who was killed and exploded, finally found a target that could avenge his shame.

His bloody eyes were sure, and his body burst into tears. On the way, the three swords of the sword ghost flew out and a faint light lit up around him.

"boom!"

The three flowers on the top collapsed, and the aura of the ancestor god collapsed.

Hua Changdeng actually fell back to the realm of the Holy Emperor from Huazu and came to hunt ghosts like an arrow through the clouds.

But the power of the ancestor god in His body did not disappear!

The realm has decreased, like actively reducing the container, the energy in the body is compressed, and it becomes even more boiling!

“Buzz.”

The overflowing soul power blooms under your feet with a brilliant mystery of swordsmanship.

The three swords around Hua Changdeng's body, the mysterious light rays arose behind it, and gradually shine as it advances.

"mysterious?"

"The sword opens mysteriously?"

"Ancestor Hua fell back to the Holy Emperor, but Hua Changdeng also wanted to open the mysterious and enter the realm of the Ancestor God?"

The power burst out from the undead cycle has been amazing.

This pressure and bomb were even more scared when the two realms of the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God, regardless of the limits of Dao Foundation and the future.

Hua Long Ding, it's so crazy!

At least, looking at this, his obsession is crazy!

"Eight Lords An!"

"Eight! Zun! An——"

...

The mysterious rays of light rise in the northern region.

The boiling obsession and murderous intent crush the sea and mountains on the traces left by the sword bones of the world.

Hua Changdeng came with his sword, and his sharpness grew step by step.

The eight masters are familiar with the pride of attention, and their breath is more and more broken.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know where this dead guy got the confidence. He dared to stand still, but said "there is not much time"...

etc!

He suddenly thought that what Daoqiongcang said before was eliminated...

"What the hell do you want to say?"

Hua Changdeng suddenly came quickly, and Xu Xiaoshou was waiting for a "but".

But until the end, Bazun An did not spit out a "but" from his mouth. He just looked ahead and his tone became more and more firm:

"Xu Xiaoshou, I'm about to leave."
Chapter completed!