The Holy Spirit of the Demon Ancestor has been transformed. The five internal organs of the Holy Spirit, the eight extraordinary meridians, countless acupoints, and meridian dimensions have all been formed. It can be said that the Demon Ancestor has reached the key to transformation at this time, and it is only the finishing touch----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As long as the Holy Spirit of the Demon Ancestor opens his eyes, he can immediately complete his transformation and seek life from death. If the key stroke is to put the finishing touch, he will immediately complete the transformation and attain the holy position.

Unfortunately, the Demon Ancestor retreated at the last critical moment!

After all, he had regrets and could not let go of his imperial avenue. As long as he defeated the three tribes, he could regroup and restore the general trend of the past. It seemed that it was not as difficult as he imagined to have achieved the imperial avenue.

"Doessive, do you really think you can continue to follow the path of the emperor? If a saint is staring at you, do you think you can succeed? Moreover, if you miss today, it will not be so easy for the Holy Spirit to open his eyes!" Amitabha's eyes showed a hint of mockery: "Demon Ancestor, you missed the best opportunity to become a saint. If you want to continue to follow the path of the holy Spirit in the future, you will open your eyes and seek life from death. I don't know how many times the price it will cost."

"Do you think I don't want to?" The Demon Ancestor sighed, looking at the dissipated vision of the saints around him and the deserted sky, a little solemnity appeared in his eyes: "I am in the Great Sharp of the World, and now I am in the body with the four swords of Zhuxian. Unless I use the domineering emperor's avenue to peel off my true spirit from the innate treasure..."

"Excuse!" Amitabha interrupted the Demon Ancestor's words, his eyes full of mockery: "You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. You had already taken the opportunity to escape from the true spirit when the Great Mine of the World Destruction was integrated into the Four Swords of Zhuxian. But your true spirit was hanging in the Four Swords of Zhuxian for a long time, forcibly refused to return to his position, and did not want to use the Heavenly Demon to attain the Holy Way."

"..." The Demon Ancestor was speechless when he heard this. After a long time, he looked at Amitabha: "What does that barbarian have to do with you?"

Without refuting, it means that he has agreed to Amitabha's words. His last wisp of true spirit was held back by the divine power of the four swords of Zhu Xian and was reluctant to return to his position. Therefore, his transformation of the Holy Spirit could not complete the finishing touch, and could not turn from death to live and turn into a true saint.

"He is the spokesperson selected by all the saints," said Amitabha.

"All Saints? Have you joined forces with one place?" The Demon Ancestor's face suddenly became gloomy, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes: "Is things so bad?"

"So, no one can attain the great way of the emperor, and you can't do it!" Amitabha said with a smile.

"But I want to try it." The Demon Ancestor looked around Amitabha calmly, trying to find the other party's flaws.

"You can try it!" Amitabha smiled softly: "I'm afraid that after the test, you will put yourself in."

"I haven't learned the saint's master's trick yet. My ancestor was defeated in one move, and now I'm about to learn the saint's method!" The Demon Ancestor stretched out his palm, and the original body of the Zhuxian Sword was held in his hand, and then he suddenly stabbed out with a sword. A tragic murderous intent broke through the sky and destroyed all the laws. The Kunlun Mountains were silent, shrouded under this terrifying murderous intent. Billions of sentient beings dared not speak, and their minds were stolen one after another.

This sword is no match for the Demon Ancestor back then.

Even if it is a dead saint, it is a saint! It is two different heavens and earths with Daluo.

Unfortunately, how can a dead saint be the opponent of a living saint?

Therefore, Amitabha stretched out his finger and saw no strange sight. He collided with the terrifying sword of the Demon Ancestor, as if it were spring breeze and rain, without earth-shaking murderous intent or terrifying destruction.

"Clang~"

With a crisp sound, the finger fell on the Zhuxian Sword. Then Amitabha's finger stopped at the touch, resolving the attack of the Demon Ancestor. His body was floating and he disappeared in a flash: "The Demon Ancestor is worthy of being the Demon Ancestor. It is indeed a good method. Even if he is just a dead saint, he is still invincible."

After the words fell, Amitabha disappeared. At the top of Xi Kunlun, the Demon Ancestor slowly took back the body of the Zhuxian Sword, but there was no smile on his face.

With this sword, he was able to be as proud as a living saint with the realm of a dead saint.

However, there is a premise that this blow was emitted by the Demon Ancestor, but it was only the peak power of the Demon Ancestor. Amitabha's resolution without any effort can only be said that Amitabha's divine passage method is unimaginable, and it does not mean that Amitabha's limit is also here.

"Besides, Amitabha did not use treasures! Is this the strength of a real saint? It is still unfathomable!" The Demon Ancestor slowly took back the Zhuxian Sword, and his brow moved the next moment, his eyes firmly nailed to the tip of the Zhuxian Sword. On the tip of the Zhuxian Sword, a bloodshot that could be called a shining pearl, like a magnificent sun.

The bloodshot is slight, but if you look down, you will only feel a terrifying holy power fluctuating, which contains endless murderous intent.

There is only a trace of blood, but there seems to be a world inside it, with infinite heavenly ways running, endless sentient beings and endless order flowing.

"Bang~"

The Demon Ancestor was about to reach out to save the trace of Buddha's blood, but the Buddha's blood seemed to have sensed some cause and effect, and instantly turned into ashes.

"Is this Amitabha's holy path? What a mysterious holy path law? A drop of blood seems to contain a world and the cycle of reincarnation of endless sentient beings!" A touch of solemnity appeared in the eyes of the Demon Ancestor: "Amitabha does not seem to be unscathed on the surface, and he was also careless and was traumatized by my Zhuxian Sword."

"What a terrifying Amitabha, it's unfathomable. A drop of blood contains a world... However, this also shows that the saint is not invincible. As long as I make full preparations, it's not without a chance to traumatize the other party! I may not have no chance to wrestle with Amitabha in the future! We will fight with all the saints! This holy path has great potential!" The Demon Ancestor put away the Zhuxian Sword, and his eyes were full of divine light, filled with endless glory: "Not bad! Not bad! Not bad! It's really good! I was almost fooled by the little barbarian. Fortunately, I was smart and faced with temptation, and stopped at the critical moment. How can a mere Demon Avenue compare to the Heavenly Emperor Avenue?"

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An unfathomable smile appeared on the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth: "It's in the trap!"

He is indeed in the trap!

How can a dead man defeat a living person?

What's more, Amitabha, who has a deep foundation and is terrifying? It would be a bit too whimsical to hurt the saint with a innate treasure.

Amitabha’s foundation and deep foundation are the best among all saints!

If he did not deliberately leave a trace of harm and gave the Demon Ancestor hope, how could the Demon Ancestor do his best to eliminate the three clans? He broke the general trend of the three clans and paved the way for the gods.

"Demon Ancestor, Demon Ancestor, although you have entered the holy path, you will never know that the real difference between a living saint and a dead saint!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a divine light: "What a pity, no matter how beautiful you are, you will be blessed by the way of heaven. Isn't it still involved in my overall situation?"

"When I practice the divine light of reincarnation, three thousand dreams** One dream of reincarnation, I will definitely give you a huge surprise at that time. I will ask you to occupy the magpie's nest and rely on my four swords of Zhuxian to leave. You will feel better at that time!" Yang Sanyang stroked the Yujing bottle in his sleeve, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "With this hollow willow, my evolution speed of the three thousand worlds of Amitabha will be even more advanced in the future!"

A smile flowed in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

"What's wrong with that guy from Demon Ancestor?" Wa came over with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"He couldn't bear to leave the emperor's way in his heart. He was not greedy and thought about proof of the emperor's way. Who can do anything?" Yang Sanyang sneered.

"What is the mystery of this great way of emperors? It actually makes the Demon Ancestor so obsessed with it." Fuxi was puzzled.

"If you say that ordinary saints, the true spirit entrusted to the way of heaven, and then further the way of combining the way of heaven, transforming from sustenance to combining with the way of heaven, and making up for the shortcomings of the way of heaven. Then the great way of emperors is to reach the sky in one step, and as soon as you realize the way of sage, you have reached the top, and directly crossed the step of the way of heaven, and directly controlled the power of the way of heaven. Exercising power on behalf of heaven, holding part of the power of the way of heaven, and grasping part of the great power of the way of heaven!" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly in his eyes: "Ordinary saints want to place the true spirit entrusted to the way of heaven, and to achieve the way of heaven, the time is long and immeasurable. Without the opportunity of heaven, you can't imagine that the way of heaven will succeed."

"No wonder the Demon Ancestor would do everything he could to prove the way of the emperor." A trace of thought appeared in Wa's eyes.

"The saints who are trusted to the way of heaven and the saints of Hedao are simply two different heavens and earths, and the gap is as huge as the true gods of Daluo and the saint!" Yang Sanyang sighed, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes: "If possible, I want to go to the imperial road, but unfortunately there is no race behind me, let alone strong support."

"The Demon Ancestor is the darling of heaven, gathering countless glory and qi in one body. Although he is not a saint, he has his own senses and can sense the future direction and make the most correct choice!" Yang Sanyang sighed and said, "It's a pity that success is the way of heaven, and failure is the way of heaven. The way of heaven can give the Demon Ancestor the truth. It is true that one can attain the great power of emperors, and it is not false that one can reach the sky in one step, but... that is when no saint is born in the Great Wilderness."

If a saint comes out in the Great Wilderness, how could the saint allow the demon ancestor to attain the great power of the emperor and be above his head?

This is simply impossible!

Even if you kill the saint, the saint will not do it!

A divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, his fingers gently tapped the desk, raised his head and looked into the distance, revealing a solemn expression: "Demon Ancestor, I have already set up the stage. How to sing a big show in the future and how much it will depend on your own ability."
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