Looking at the angry demon ancestor, Yang Sanyang shook his head: "The villain died of trouble!"

Why did the Demon Ancestor use the four swords of Zhu Xian to provoke the four saints?

One is to test the details of the saints. Two is too proud and full of will. They only think that the great way of heaven and earth is in control, but unfortunately they overturned at the critical moment.

I miscalculated the speed of the Saints breaking the formation, and miscalculated the Qilin King's resoluteness.

The black lotus had black light flowing, and the powerful and domineering attack of the Chaos Pearl was actually blocked by the black lotus.

The Qilin King has the courage to ignite the origin, but Zulong has not lived enough, so he doesn't want to die yet!

A touch of solemnity appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he raised his head to look at the distant sky: "It's almost done, the Qilin King cannot die!"

"I don't believe it, I can't seal you!" The Qilin King looked crazy at this time, and his energy gathered wildly, pouring into the Kunlun mirror. The long river of time rolled, but the black lotus was like a rock in the stream, letting the waves wash away, but it was unshakable.

"Hahaha, the saint cannot take action. How can you do anything to me with yourselves? How can you do anything to me?" The Demon Ancestor raised his head and roared, and there was an indescribable sarcasm in his voice: "When I break free from the constraints later, I will definitely kill you and other three tribes."

"Does the real heaven destroy my three tribes? Even the last glimmer of life has not been left?" King Qilin looked up at the sky with blood and tears, his eyes full of reluctance: "Old loach, you still keep your remaining body, and you can't quickly fight with me and fight for a glimmer of life for your descendants' future?"

The Ancestral Dragon did not respond to the words of the Qilin King, and did not make any contributions in one blow, and drove the Demon Ancestor into the abyss. He just activated the Chaos Pearl, trying to escape from the vortex of time.

"The saint can't take action? Who said that?" Suddenly, a word almost like a dream sounded, and then a jade Ruyi came from nothingness and suddenly fell down and hit the black lotus.

"No! No! No!" The Demon Ancestor was about to break his eyes and exclaimed repeatedly: "Yuanshi Tianzun, dare!"

"Bang~"

The only response to him was Yu Ruyi's powerful and domineering blow. The black lotus shook and lost its feet in an instant, and was dragged into the endless abyss by the long flow of time.

"I'm not willing! I'm not willing!" The Demon Ancestor struggled in the abyss with resentment: "If you dare to attack me against the general trend of heaven, you will inevitably suffer the punishment of heaven."

"Curse in the name of my demon, curse your three tribes to cut off your bloodline, curse your three tribes to cut off your bloodline, and will be cursed by my demon forever!" The devil's ancestor's shrill words, accompanied by infinite black aura, combined with the black aura in the void, and went straight towards all the bloodlines of the dragon, phoenix, Qilin, and the bloodlines of the dragon, phoenix, and Qilin in the Great Wilderness.

The curse was like an illusion, and it ignored time and space, Taoism, and all defenses. It penetrated straight into the deepest part of all the bloodlines of all the tribes. In an instant, it fell into the roots of the bloodlines of all the tribes, and merged with the bloodlines of the tribes, and could no longer be peeled off.

"Click~"

Blood-red thunder passed by, the long river of time disappeared, and the twisted vortex disappeared. The Zulong struggled to fly out of the quagmire of time and space, but unfortunately, a sword of Zhuxian came from somewhere, pierced his heart.

"You..." Zulong looked at the Zhuxian Sword on his chest, then looked at Yang Sanyang, who was expressionless and had a look of surprise in his eyes.

The speed of the rush was too fast, and the time power field was disordered at this time, so Zulong didn't even notice it.

"Bang!"

The entire Zulong exploded, and only a chaotic bead penetrated into the turbulent current of time and space and wanted to escape.

"Where to go..." Yang Sanyang wanted to pursue, but unfortunately the time force field here was really disordered. It was obvious that he was close to him, but when his fingers stretched out, it was already tens of thousands of miles away.

The world is close to you, the world is close to you!

"It's a pity that he ran away!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

"What can I do if I escape? The dragon clan's elites are all lost, and it is hard to become a climate!" Bai Ze disagreed and crawled out under his belly, and his eyes were looking around.

"Father! Father!" The jade Qilin rushed out from afar, turned into a stream of light, and rushed straight to the broken body of the Qilin King, and kept sniffing: "Father!!!"

"Qilin clan, you can only rely on you in the future!" King Qilin looked at Yu Qilin, his voice full of emotion, helpless: "Remember the words of my father, as long as my Qilin clan can develop safely, don't force it too much. Now that the saints are born, no one can prove the great way of the emperor again!"

"Father! You can't die! You can't die! The Qilin clan cannot live without you! The Qilin clan cannot live without you!" Yu Qilin looked at the Qilin king's body that was constantly turning into a stream of light, and his eyes were full of panic.

"I have ignited the origin, and the reversal is unstoppable." King Qilin shook his head and wiped the tears from the corner of Yu Qilin's eyes: "Don't cry my son! Don't cry! You will be the pillar of the Qilin clan in the future, so how can you cry?"

Jade Qilin was crying like rain. He turned to look at Yang Sanyang who was riding on the shore, and the saints standing in the void and scanning the vast desert without saying a word. He suddenly turned around and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Yang Sanyang: "Daoguo, I know that you have always had a lot of relationship with the saints. I think of your past kindness, please save my father. Although my Qilin tribe had many sorry for you in the past, you can save my father for the sake of the unborn child! Save him. A couple has a hundred days of gratitude. I am willing to pay your life to you, please save my father."

Yu Qilin kept kowtowing, his face full of begging, panic, helpless, and his neat clothes in the past were now messy and covered with blood-red mud.

The white cheeks were covered with blood stains.

"Oh..." Yang Sanyang sighed: "Don't do this, you can get up."

Turning around and looking at the four saints behind him, the Supreme Saint shook his head: "The old Taoist still has important things to deal with, so I can't stay here for a long time, so I'll say goodbye."

The Supreme Saint gradually disappeared from the clouds with the converging purple aura in the sky, returning to the state of concentration to practice.

Lingbao Tianzun smiled and looked at Amitabha with his eyes: "This place is left to Brother Dao to deal with, and I still have some things I haven't handled."

After the words fell, the Lingbao Heavenly Lord disappeared.

However, Yu Ruyi disappeared into the void with a "whirlwind", which made people not even have the chance to react. Only Amitabha's bitter little face stood in the field and slowly twisted the rosary.

"Please ask the saint to show mercy and save my father. The saint has great supernatural powers and is infinite. As long as the saint is willing to save my father, my daughter is willing to do anything!" Yu Qilin knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, his voice was full of anxiety and fear. He was afraid that Amitabha would turn around and disappear, and Qilin would have no way to treat him.

Amitabha looked at Yang Sanyang: "What do you think fellow Taoist thinks?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qilin looked at Yang Sanyang quickly, knelt down in the mud, his eyes full of prayers: "Daoguo, for the sake of the fact that I gave birth to a divine fetus for you, you can save my father."

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "Don't want this!"

As he spoke, he drove the gang forward, fell down the clouds, and helped the jade Qilin up in the mud: "One code is returned to one code, the Qilin clan owes me the Lingtai Fangcunshan and my senior sister, but after all, I don't owe me. Instead, I owe you a lot."

When Yu Qilin heard this, he grabbed Yang Sanyang's palm: "As long as you are willing to save my father, I would rather be a slave in the future than serve you day and night."

Yang Sanyang smiled and shook his head, patted Yu Qilin's shoulder, looking at the Qilin King who remained silent, his aura became more and more powerful. His laws were about to be exhausted, and he said to Amitabha: "The Qilin King has not exhausted his energy, so he should live!"

"Life is to live. You only need to use three drops of nectar to help you survive. However, his body is destroyed, but it is extremely troublesome!" Amitabha twisted the rosary and frowned and thought.

King Qilin cannot die. If he dies, how can Houtu escape the disaster?

Yang Sanyang and Amitabha looked at each other, and their minds changed. They were about to find a way to persuade King Qilin to merge the earth veins and complete their own calculations, but suddenly they heard King Qilin on the side say: "No trouble, as long as the saint can settle down in the origin of the lower soul, the lower body can be integrated into the earth veins and then shaped the true body."

"Of course you can use the earth veins to reshape your true body. At that time, your cultivation will be even higher, and even realize the way of the earth. However, the wild land will be under the jurisdiction of the Houtu God. If you want to integrate the earth veins, you will compete with the Houtu God for authority. How can Houtu God tolerate you at that time?" Amitabha shook his head.

"I can't survive anymore, so where can I take care of the future? "The King of Qilin smiled bitterly and said, "I'll help the saint to give me a favor, save me, but if I have instructions in the future, the old Qilin will never refuse."

Amitabha nodded after hearing this: "It's okay to save you, but you need to do something to me."

"Don't talk about one, even a hundred or a thousand pieces should be given!" King Qilin said helplessly: "After this matter, how can I still have the right to choose?"

Amitabha nodded: "It's really clear."

"You have to destroy the Demon Ancestor into the endless abyss. According to the Demon Ancestor's magical powers, the endless abyss may not be able to trap him for how long. In the future, you will still need to settle the Qilin Cliff forever and suppress the Demon Ancestor. You cannot teach the Demon Ancestor to rush out of the Great Wilderness, can you?" Amitabha said slowly: "In this way, it can be regarded as atonement for your Qilin Clan, and it can be regarded as a contribution to the Great Wilderness and accumulating merits."

"I wish to go!" King Qilin said solemnly: "I wish to keep the vast land forever, and suppress the demon ancestors, and not to be born. If I regret it, I would rather die under the Zhuxian Sword and suffer from the suffering of being cut into pieces."

Hearing this, Amitabha smiled, and flicked his fingers, but saw three drops of nectar flying out of his sleeve and landing on the source of the burning burning of the Qilin King.

It's strange that the original fire, which was originally irreversible, ended abruptly and extinguished in an instant, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
Chapter completed!