Xueyuan Shengzu looked at Xiaozu and shook his head and sighed faintly, "Last time when he met his brother in northern Vietnam, he said that there were signs of mastering the next rule, but he did not expect that he would die..."
Xiaozu nodded helplessly, "My uncle, I'm not lucky."
"well."
Saint Ancestor Xueyuan shook his head again and walked into the mansion.
Yaozu welcomed and led the way with a little nervousness.
The next moment.
At the same time, three single-rule saints descended.
"Senior Feishang, Senior Xueshen, Senior Jiya."
Xiaozu bowed respectfully.
The three saints glanced at him, then ignored him and walked directly into the mansion.
Zhao Fan realized that the previous Saint Ancestor Xueyuan and the Saint Ancestor of North Vietnam should have a somewhat worthy friendship, and these three are only a little better than the general friendship.
Then.
Another peak of the ancestral realm has come.
As soon as he appeared, he hugged Xiaozu and cried bitterly, "Brother Xiao, why did senior Vietnam fall? He has given me some advice and great kindness!"
"Brother Wong."
Xiaozu nodded sadly.
While crying sadly, Master Lun took him to the palace.
"Is this Lun Ancestor a little too exaggerated?"
Zhao Fan asked in surprise: "If you don't know, you think it was his father who fell."
"Just get used to it."
Xiaozu responded with a hilarious and smirk: "I guess, Lunzu must have had the idea of Twilight Pavilion and showed so earnestly."
Suddenly.
His face froze, and he looked at the changing fluctuations in the void, and he vaguely felt that the heaviest existence was about to descend!
Zhao Fan also looked over.
The change of the void of the heaven and earth has a more inexplicable sense of advancedness than the Saint of Xueyuan when he came.
In an instant.
A figure in a long black dress came!
Her long snow-white hair, like jade, was tied up.
The face is as beautiful as a picture.
Not only that, there was a white feather pendant hanging around her neck.
With a slight movement, it was as if the rules of the void of heaven and earth were fascinated by it.
"Young man, please pay homage to Senior Yao Yu."
Xiaozu knelt down and saluted.
"Get up."
The saint of Yaoyu did not move his lips, but his voice seemed to spread from all angles, "Why did the North Vietnam fall? No matter who killed him, I will listen to me. Before he was buried, I took the body.
Come and worship.”
"this……"
Xiaozu was a little confused.
Unexpectedly, this powerful Three Rules Saint Ancestor directly expressed his desire to avenge his uncle as soon as he came up.
"What? Could it be that he was killed by the Four Rules Saint Ancestor?" Saint Ancestor Yao Yu raised his eyebrows.
"no."
Xiaozu explained repeatedly: "My uncle... fell in a Jedi."
After he finished speaking, he shared the coordinates with the other party.
"Oh? Youlan Tomb?"
The Saint Ancestor Yao Yu was stunned and shook his head and said, "Then take me in first."
Since it was not killed by creatures, it would be impossible to help avenge.
The Saint of Yao Yu entered the mansion.
The Yao ancestor who returned to the scene gave a salute, "I am Yao, pay homage to the Yao Yu Saint."
"You are Yaozu, the niece of North Vietnam?"
The Saint of Yao Yu looked at the woman in yellow in front of her.
"Um,"
Yaozu nodded.
The Saint of Yao Yu did not say much, and accompanied by the other party, went to the funeral palace.
"call……"
Xiaozu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a voice transmission: "Future, I just faced the Three Rules Saint Ancestors."
"Me too."
Zhao Fan said with deep feelings: "Even if you look from afar, you feel as if there is an invisible mountain in the void, and you are so pressed that you can't breathe..."