Also, the Dragon and Tiger Lord's gun is fierce, but the ancestor is too familiar with it, and it is difficult to defeat the enemy with it, so choose another weapon!"

"Swoosh"

The silver spear pierced through the ice layer in the next moment and rushed to Lin'an down. Qingqing, who was carrying it on her shoulders and fleeing outside the city, opened her eyes by violent shaking. In a daze, she saw the shaking light in her hand buzzing.

It's like being summoned.

"Swoosh"

Qingqing loosened his fingers, and the shaking sword made a tiger roar, and flew into the sky with the evil spirits of the sky. This scene also exposed his lifeless position, making his face even more nervous and his steps moved faster.

"Bang"

The ice layer suddenly rose. When Chen Qiu closed his five senses and closed his eyes and rushed towards the ancestor in front of him, the moment he waved his left hand, he started the handle of the knife and slashed forward.

Wusheng's sword burst out with the desire of bitterness.

The tiger roars also made the ancestor's robe excited.

The sword intention manifested and sprinkled all over the ice platform. A Qing, who was holding Tai A backwards, and Chunyang's old Taoist stopped at this moment. The sword intention actually affected them.

When the ancestor saw the white space in front of him, he felt the rise of negative emotions in his heart, and knew something was wrong.

The moment he was pulled into the knife's intent, clouds rolled around, and the wind and clouds surged, the jade cloud jacket once again enveloped the ancestor's body, but Wusheng's sword was too fast and too fierce, and the shaking of the light treasure blade was too fierce and too crazy.

The two were like water and milk blended together. The light of a knife flashed by, and the chaotic clothes were broken, leaving a knife mark on the ancestor that could not heal.

Unfortunately, the broken spirit was a few inches away from each other.

"Buzz"

The old ancestor's counterattack came the next moment.

What comes is like a breeze blowing on your face, what comes is like spring rain coming into the night, silent and extremely fatal.

On the ice platform, the wind, clouds and rain, and all things stagnated, just like a movie, pressing the freezing button at this moment.

In front of everyone, Chen Qiu, who was standing with a knife.

The scenes appeared before their eyes, just like the ever-changing world, like a picture of sword-like intent, unfolding layer by layer in front of them.

A figure that was different from the one in front of him appeared in their sight.

That's the ancestor.

Even if I don’t look at the face and only feel the breath, I know that it is the ancestor.

He was a thousand years ago.

I am wandering in a sea of ​​stars, and I can only see my back. The background is a galaxy that is endless, and in front of me is a gradually enlarged star body.

That's the beginning.

A group of people followed the ancestors and worked hard in the prosperous era of fairy spirits to start their foundation. The immortals were very happy, with a full face full of confidence and a great cause.

Among them are the young Dongling Jun, and the Hongchen Jun who is holding a wine gourd, fluttering in white clothes and a lazy face.

But he didn't move the mountain.

Moreover, there was no smile on the side face of the ancestor, only a hidden sorrow.

He seemed to have noticed something wrong.

The picture turned again, and there was a mess. On the wasteland, the ancestor stood in the dim and thunderous sky light. Behind him, there was only one-third of the people who were full of hope before.

Everyone's face was full of despair.

But only the ancestor, with a calm look on his face, as if he had already expected it.

The last picture.

In a dark place, the formation of all spirits slowly circulated, and hundreds of coffins were visited around him. The ancestor himself knelt in front of the formation, holding a short knife made of starlight and stabbed into his heart.

On the ground in front of him, the blood of the immortal master wrote a correct word "Tao".

Just like a last wish.

That is his "Tao".

It is a condensed life, and it is displayed in front of everyone in this way.

He was asking.

A thousand years of planning is just to survive. After waking up, it is just to rebuild the past. It remains unchanged and seeks the end of the path of immortality, just to take a look at the peak scenery.

Why do the warriors in front of him stop him? Why do you want to stop him? What should you use to stop him?

This is a decisive kill.

If you cannot answer, no matter how good your martial arts are, you will be able to destroy your martial arts and die on the spot.

"It's impossible to avoid it, it's impossible to break it, it's really amazing."

Shen Qiu's eyes became chaotic, and the next moment became clear again.

He lifted the knife and sternly said:

"It's a pity that I've seen your move twice! That's a person who is more powerful than you."

Yes.

In the night in Jinling, Zhang Moye and Ren Hao had already shown him the answer to this method of asking the Tao.

"Swish"

Shake the light forward and slashed it out casually.

The knife intention reappears, but this time, it comes with the answer to the question in front of you.

The night rain in Taihang, the battle of Suzhou, Qilu asceticism, Luoyang City, Jinling overnight, fighting against Dongling, and the world was revealed.

One scene after another, one scene after another, telling it through this knife.

He has been confused and angry.

I have been lost and calm.

Have gained it, but also lost it.

Asking questions in life can naturally only answer them in life. Compared with the thousands of years of life of the ancestor, Shen Qiu's life is so short that it is not worth mentioning. The power of the fairy era is by no means comparable to that of the martial arts era.

But in terms of excitement, the two are not bad at all.

He was insulted, misunderstood, cherished, despised, pushed away. His life was full of ups and downs, and he was free.

But there is something that has been buried deep in my heart.

It is like walking in the darkness and finding a bright light to guide the way.

No matter how much honor and disgrace other things, I can only run forward.

He is no longer confused. He has already understood his fate. When he comes to this world, there is only one mission that must be completed by himself!

Change it.

Even if it is only a little bit, it must be pushed away from the fate that leads to darkness.

As a brave warrior, his way of changing the world is to kill those who are trying to lead to the world of light and return to the darkness.

For this reason, he can dirty his hands, endure those rumors, endure insults and deviants, and accept his friends' rebellion.

The real hero is dead, and the unfinished things they have left behind must be done with care by themselves, the left demon.

Kill the thief in front of you.

How about it!

Don't leave the evil thief!
Chapter completed!