Bazun knows exactly how many pairs of eyes are watching him in this world.
Hua Changdeng also knows what kind of existence is behind him, which has been watching and urging him.
Both of them focused on what was in front of them, not caring about what was behind them.
Lingyu Mountain is gone.
The glass of wine on the stone table of Linghu Lake, which divides the world into black and white, was given by the Eight Masters and asked about it on the heart of Hua Chang Deng.
"handle……"
Everyone murmured and began to wonder why Hua Changdeng had fallen into the hands of the Third Ancestor, so he was willing to be a pawn.
After all, the Eighth Sword Immortal will not make random mistakes. What he says must have his own thoughts.
Hua Changdeng remained silent, his expression changed slightly, then returned to calm.
The golden goblet in front of him was filled with wine, and everyone in the world gave Bazun this face, but he remained indifferent.
"Why, Brother Hua is afraid that I will poison you?"
After saying this, Ba Zunzhen himself laughed.
He is not a man of moral integrity and will not use those underhanded tactics.
All the ancient sword cultivators around Linghu, such as Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, Tears, and Gu Qingduo, all drank his wine and gave him enough face.
Even Xiao Kongtong and Xiao Wanfeng, who were unconscious and fell to the ground, had their noses twitched, woke up and took a sip before fainting again.
Mr. Siren didn't even care about his seriously injured body. He took a sip and the wine passed through his intestines and flowed out of the hole. He coughed and coughed up blood, but he shook his fan high and shouted silently:
"Happy, happy!"
You, Huachangdeng, are the only ones who don’t dare to drink?
Are you, Huachangdeng, a coward?
Everyone stared at the Hua Sheng Emperor. The will condensed by the world's fame turned into a general trend and overwhelmed him.
Hua Changdeng almost wavered and reached out to touch the wine glass.
Only then did he realize that the glass of wine given to everyone in the world was not given in vain - the strange scenery of Linghu Lake was an illusion, and the names of the eight acquaintances were real.
His Ten Thousand Swordsmanship skills are completely different from others in the world in terms of his movements, and he can be said to be unique.
However……
Borrowing a name, so what?
"I'm also confused."
Now that his fingertips had touched the golden bottle, Hua Changdeng would not let go. He picked up the wine glass, but he still didn't drink it.
You can drink wine, but you can't drink it in vain.
Bazun wanted to talk. There were some questions that not only the Third Patriarch was curious about, but Hua Changdeng was also curious about them.
"Brother Hua is confused, but it doesn't matter, but before drinking this cup and raising my doubts, it seems that you haven't given me the answer I want?" Bazun glanced at me.
"You are so knowledgeable, but you still need someone else to give you an answer?"
Hua Changdeng held the golden bottle and smiled. He didn't believe that the person in front of him came with questions. He was clearly asking questions knowingly.
"Then I'll take a bold guess..." Bazunzun grabbed the jade pot and poured wine into the golden cup in front of him again.
The Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivator is restless again.
The five realm spiritual masters were jealous again.
Because as the golden wine glasses in front of the eight acquaintances gradually filled up, the golden bottles in front of the ancient sword cultivators everywhere began to smell the aroma of wine again.
"besides?"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal gave me a second glass of wine?"
"Mr. Siren understands my feelings. How happy!"
This time, the process of pouring wine was extremely slow. It was clear that the wine in the jade pot in the hands of the Eight Masters kept pouring, and the wine in the ancient sword repair cups of all parties was not yet full.
I saw him staring at the jug and pouring wine, and guessing at the same time, his tone was neither fast nor slow:
"There is no turning back when you cross a river. You must borrow gold and stone to sharpen your sword. It will become varnished after thirty years of sharpening. Only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed."
"Brother Hua first inherited the art of swordsmanship and reached the pinnacle of ghost swordsmanship. I am ashamed of myself. However, he succeeded in Fengdu and failed in Fengdu."
"Since I have obtained the Divine Court of the Ghost Ancestor, my journey to becoming a Sword God has no end. I have no choice but to stray into the path of reincarnation. However, in the presence of the Ghost Ancestor, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to become a god and ancestor."
"Brother Hua wants to pick off this 'god-like Buddha', but he can't do anything about it. If he doesn't pick it off, he can't even move forward."
"This time I came to the five realms just to see me, and I am a gold and stone, which can sharpen swords or kill hunting ghosts..."
After a pause, the Eight Masters raised their eyelids, glanced at Hua Changdeng, and said in a slightly serious voice:
"We failed to seize the road and Brother Hua died, so we don't care about that."
"If Dao is captured and achieved, Brother Hua will be named the ancestor, but next to the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Medicine Ancestor, and behind the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Demon Ancestor, Cui Yin. May I ask Brother Hua, what are your thoughts and how should you respond?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone watching the battle in the five regions felt their hearts tremble.
Ghost Ancestor?!
Everyone was just watching the show and didn't think too deeply about it at the time.
Even so, at this moment, after the big guys from all sides interpreted the situation, everyone knew that the three monsters outside the crack in the time realm were the Third Ancestor.
Hua Changdeng is in front, and the Three Ancestors are behind, and their plans are all great.
But among the three ancestors, there is no ghost ancestor. Where did this come from?
And listening to what the Eighth Sword Immortal said, Hua Changdeng came to look for him this time, not because he wanted to continue the unfinished battle between Hua and Ba thirty years ago after so many years.
On the contrary, he had to come or face death.
If you are defeated, you will die. If you win, you will succeed in seizing the Dao, and you will be granted the title of god and ancestor. You will also have to face the three ancestors, and the outcome will most likely be death.
All dead ends?
Comments instantly boiled over the pictures of various palm apricots:
"No wonder Bazun said that he has something in the hands of the ancestor gods. No wonder Hua Changdeng is willing to be a pawn. Is that so?"
"Is the Holy Emperor's life also so difficult? Then I have three thousand spiritual crystals a month, and I can occasionally secretly fish. In comparison, it is considered nourishing."
"Everyone is dead, so why can't Hua Ba join forces and defeat the Third Ancestor?"
"Brother, you are so wise! You don't even think that Ruohua and Ba two can't be each other's gold and stone, and sharpen each other to the point where they can become gods and ancestors - join forces? As far as the ancestor gods are concerned, isn't that just two useless people merging together?"
"Well……"
This battle is imperative!
Everyone understood this, and what was different from before was that at that time they thought it was just a follow-up to the Battle of the Sword Immortals.
I never thought that it would appear that if the two of them could not become gods and ancestors in this battle, then the fight would be in vain and they would inevitably end up dead.
"The Battle of the Ancestral Gods!"
Everyone around Linghu Lake and all over the Five Regions felt excited.
Not to mention anything else, today we will definitely see the real sword open the mysterious door, and maybe two sword gods will be sealed away.
As for whether the two sword gods died individually or whether they ended up doing something else, that is another matter.
"consider……"
Hua Changdeng repeated silently, drank the wine in the cup, and looked at the eight acquaintances:
"As ancient sword cultivators move forward, what considerations do we need to make?"
Suddenly, the spiritual lake shook.
Everyone could see it, and the lingering force above the heads of the Eight Masters was faintly condensed. A cup of Hua Chang Lamp was placed on the stone table, and it exploded into nothingness.
No denial…
Everyone then understood. What the Eighth Sword Immortal just said must have guessed the dilemma that Emperor Hua Sheng was in!
Ba Zunzhen turned a blind eye to all abnormal occurrences, and did not care that the borrowed momentum was easily broken up.
He continued to pour the jade pot and poured wine slowly.
The wine glass in Hua Changdeng's hand had just been emptied, and with a gurgling sound, it was filled again - it was the last thing that came first, and it was filled faster than the people in the five realms.
"Brother Hua, this is wrong..."
This time, before he could finish speaking, Hua Changdeng interrupted with a flick of his sleeves: "It's my turn."
good!
The spectators in the five regions are eagerly looking forward to it.
Seeing that Hua Changdeng was overcome with difficulty, not only did he not give up, but he also faced the difficulties and overcame them, overwhelming the Eighth Sword Immortal. Everyone was excited.
How boring is this one-sided situation?
Tit for tat is the most gratifying!
"What a wonderful thing it would be if the two of them were jealous and competing not because of Tao but because of this princess..." Someone began to take the initiative to enter the second world of fantasy swordsmanship.
"please."
In front of the stone table, the eight statues smiled knowingly and stopped talking.
Hua Changdeng's face was calm, and he gently rotated the golden bottle on his fingertips, feeling the power of the sword in it, and said lightly:
"I have long heard that the Holy Slave is good at plotting and planning the five domains. There is a burning harp in front of him and a night cat behind him. He will first remove Gou Wuyue and then remove Rao Yao Yao. He will stop those who dare to advance in the sword for thirty years. The delay has been until now, just for
Protect the name of the 'Eighth Sword Immortal'."
hiss!
Can it still be understood this way?
Everyone looked at Wuyue Sword Immortal who was at the scene, and all the heads of the family also focused on the only person who was still alive in Hua Changdeng's mouth.
Gou Wuyue was calm and unmoving, as if the person being mentioned was not him.
Hua Changdeng did not pause and continued:
"In the Void Island game, Yu Mo acted like father and son, subverting Gang Chang, just to turn the tide when he was finally revealed."
"The two veins of black and white have been lurking until now, and the Holy Emperor has come out in unison, just to fuse the ladder of heaven and continue the destiny of the Holy Continent for another half a year."
"Now that the situation is over, you have all succeeded."
"The chess skills of Dao Qiongang are already very high. However, if the Dao is one foot taller and the Saint Slave is another ten feet taller, the layout of the Saint Slave's head seat is indeed ingenious."
By now, everyone seems to have heard the "but".
Sure enough, when he said this, Hua Changdeng hesitated slightly, then changed his direction, and his tone was a little funny:
"Thirty years have gone by, and the eight saint slaves have been familiar with each other, and they have never been involved in the situation."
"Nowadays, Mr. Hua is a little confused about the situation. He clearly knows that there are tigers in the mountain, and the Eighth Sword Immortal Chess is so high. He must know that he will take the lead. Anyone who dares to enter this game will be dead."
"You're still here."
read
"Why is this, and why is it so painful?"
He stared at the smiling and silent Bazun in front of him and asked softly: "Have you found a better chess player and are you willing to be a pawn?"
With a crash, the five realms boiled.
It was rude to come back without reciprocating, so Hua Changdeng kicked the words back unchanged.
Listen to this meaning, Ba Zunzun is also cannon fodder. When this game is over, he will also die?
"who?"
The five regions all guessed who the new chess player was.
Hua Changdeng was not a nagging person, so he calmly said a name:
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
Shouye?
Master Shou became a chess player, and the Eighth Sword Immortal became his chess piece?
Everyone watching the battle in the five regions felt ridiculous. There was a leader of the Saint Slave, and a newly promoted second-in-command of the Saint Slave. Although Master Shou has been famous recently, compared to the Eighth Sword Immortal...
Isn't this a reversal of priorities?
"By the way, where is Master Shou? It seems that Master Shou is not here!"
Everyone looked around and realized that they had really forgotten the existence of Master Shou, if Hua Changdeng had not mentioned it.
Ba Zunzhen did not avoid the question, but asked instead: "You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains...Brother Hua thinks you are the tiger and I am the bait?"
The ripples of Linghu Lake are slightly swaying, and the hearts of everyone are also lightly rippled.
The faint smell of gunpowder filled the air, and everyone seemed to have seen the scene of these two ancient sword cultivators fighting over a disagreement.
Hua Changdeng was not easily angered, he shook his head and laughed:
"There is never more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain."
"It's too difficult to reach the sky in one step. The Eighth Sword Immortal hasn't given me a positive answer yet, so I'm thinking about my next question?"
Ba Zunzhen could only smile and nod.
He raised the golden bottle in his hand high, and replied directly without fear:
"There is more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain, and I am not alone."
"The Demon Ancestor's decree comes down at the crossroads. I have gods to help me."
"The evil spirits are looking at the cracks in the world. I have Cao Yihan to help me."
"The medicine ghost has not yet become one, Beihuai is a big problem, and Brother Hua is about to seize the road. The four are mutually constraining, and it is difficult to separate from each other."
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, he was extremely bold, free and easy, raised his voice and said with a smile:
"It is imperative that we, the eight deities, do not know how to take this step forward, so why bother?"
This is……
Is it clear?
After listening to it, Wuyu felt really horrified.
"There is a Demon Ancestor at the cross street corner, and there is a evil spirit in the cracks in the time realm. Oh my God, they are trying to capture our Holy God Continent!"
"God? Que Lei Han? They are just ten thrones. How can they defeat the ten ancestors? How can the Eighth Sword Immortal be so confident? Oh, he believes it?"
"Are they that strong?"
"Brothers, listen to my argument: if the ten ancestors were in their prime, they would be as powerful as a flood of ferocious beasts, and the ten thrones would definitely not be able to withstand them. But like ghosts, awakening in the relics of gods, the ten ancestors are actually weak. In my opinion
, the ten thrones may not have the power to seize the Dao in one battle!"
"Wow! That's really impressive!" Someone praised.
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Why don't you think about it, if you can really block it, what would the Holy Slave do to fuse the ladder to delay?" Some people don't believe it.
After the Eight Masters spoke one word, the five realms exploded like boiling water.
Each family pointed out the situation and promoted writing, and the quarrel was endless.
Huachang Deng was not fooled.
Others would forget Xu Xiaoshou under such prevarication, but he had not forgotten the storm that boy had previously caused in the family of the Five Holy Emperors.
"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
"This is another question." Bazunzhen looked at the glass of wine in front of Hua Changdeng, indicating that it was his turn.
"No." Hua Changdeng shook his head and picked up the golden bottle without finishing the drink. "This is the same question."
Bazun shook his head helplessly and did not care about this.
He looked solemnly, looked into the void, and said with a slight sigh:
"Master Shou, you are never in my chess game."
"Since the beginning of our relationship with Bai Ku, I have been enslaved as a holy slave, enjoying freedom, having the power to do things expediently, and discussing friendship with my peers."
"The position of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave is only to inherit the master's orders and take charge on his behalf. The first floor in the sky is the master's family."
He said "Shouye" in each mouthful, and he was full of praise every time he spoke.
And when he said this, Bazun's voice became more serious, his face showed appreciation, and he praised:
"I have always been the only one who knew how to rely on Master Shou. There was no time when he committed himself to being a slave of the saints."
"The dragon has seen its head but not its tail. I can't control Master Shou. Maybe while you and I are chatting freely now, he has already penetrated into the starry sky and beaten the Third Ancestor to pieces."
After the Eight Masters finished speaking, he filled a glass of wine for himself and bowed to Vukong:
"A toast to you!"
The five regions all became quiet.
There are question marks on everyone's head.
"Let's do it!"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal, are you praising Master Shou for killing him?"
"Or is it that, in his mind, Master Shou is really so important?"
"No matter what, if I were Master Shou, the corners of my mouth would be so curled up that I could hang two slices of pork..."
Everyone looked at Hua Changdeng in the picture with a slightly astonished expression, saying they couldn't understand.
But in front of the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions, eight busts of familiar figures reappeared, holding up their golden bottles in their mouths and saying:
"A toast to you!"
The wine has been filled, who dares not to give the Eighth Sword Immortal this face?
Regardless of whether it was true or false, everyone drank the second glass of wine in one go. While their blood was boiling, they were still in a fog.
"how?"
The eight statues look forward wisely.
Hua Changdeng remained silent, and finally drank the wine in his glass, which was regarded as acknowledgment of this half-positive, half-roundabout answer.
…
"Let's talk about the boss!"
"Look! Hurry! These two slutty ancient sword cultivators, I waited for half a glass of wine, but they actually talked about Boss Shen Yi, and said that Boss Shen Yi can stop the Demon Ancestor, haha..."
"Why are you laughing? I think this guy named Ba is quite discerning!"
"I also think Ba Zunzhen can win, so I just said this to him... But can you stop drinking and start fighting? I have never seen 'one poem, one sword, one sword, one song' with my own eyes!"
"Yes, Momojiji looks like two girls, they are men! Just fight!"
At the cross street corner, many dead disciples gathered together, leaning against the spiritual master with a palm in a cluster, watching the battle at Lingyu Mountain together.
The muttering was muttering, the bickering between the two was quite interesting, and everyone watched it with gusto.
And before the war started head-on, they actually mentioned the cross street corner.
The Eight Masters were well aware of the fate of the demon ancestors they talked about and the fate of the next intersection. The Dead Apostles did not care at all. They simply ignored their lives and just joined in the fun.
On such a busy street, a dark shadow was walking through, from north to east, and soon entered the arena on East Street.
"Auntie Zhenxiang!"
There was a loud shout outside the door.
Xiang Yaoyao held a burly hand in her hand and was stroking it while talking to a woman and a man, one black and one orange, in front of her.
Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and looked out the door:
"Enter!"
The door opened with a creak, and a feminine man walked in with his head lowered and his fists clasped, and he said respectfully:
"The Lord of North Street, Emperor Guifen, sent people to bring congratulatory gifts and asked to see Aunt Xiang!"