The guardian of Kunlun for thousands of years, the ancestor who came to the world with an invincible posture, and later died in the hands of the strong man in the world.

The life of the ancestor can also be said to be extremely sad.

"What, the old ancestor is actually dead?"

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!"

"What are we going to do now?"

The golden-armored warriors, who were originally meticulously arranged, like heavenly soldiers and generals, saw the fall of their ancestors and sent out a commotion.

"Now the battle situation is temporarily unfavorable to us, let's withdraw first!"

The Great Elder couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the life and death of the Old Ancestor, he understood that the Old Ancestor was powerful, and now that the Old Ancestor was dead, the strong man in this world would definitely take these golden armor guards present, these golden armor guards were the middle power of Kunlun, and they definitely couldn't die here.

After receiving the order of the Great Elder, these golden-armored guards all flew towards the Great Wilderness Mountain, this group of gold-armored warriors were well-trained, and when they fled, they did not forget to pay attention to the distance between themselves and the people around them, and the distance between people was very wide.

Liu Fanxin naturally did not let go of these people, with the magic trick in his hand, seven huge pillars of light descended from the sky, under those seven pillars of light, the golden armor warriors suffered heavy casualties, and only half of the hundreds of golden armor warriors ran to the main altar of the Sect of All Beings.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Liu Fanxin let out a long sigh, and finally didn't make a move.

At this time, at the position of the sky, a streamer suddenly flashed, and the streamer was golden, like a sharp sword, floating towards the top of the mountain in the great wilderness.

Obviously, that golden brilliance should be the Hundred Battles Ancestor, and he seemed to know the news of the Ancestor's death, so he didn't continue to fight with Liu Fanchen.

"Second uncle, if I guess correctly, this should be the power of the Tiangang Big Dipper, right?"

After eliminating those golden-armored warriors, Liu Yu, with Li Qinglian's support, walked to Liu Fanxin's side and couldn't help but ask.

Although Liu Fanxin didn't say what kind of power he used just now, Liu Yu knew it after thinking about it carefully, because Liu Fanxin vaguely mentioned the names of several stars just now.

"It is indeed the power of the stars!"

"The power of the stars is too strong!"

Liu Yu couldn't help but prick his tongue and took a deep breath.

"It's nothing, your power is even more terrifying than the power of the stars!"

Liu Fanxin shook his head and said.

"My strength? Second Uncle, are you talking about the power of the ghost path?"

At that time, Liu Yu was stunned by Liu Fanxin, although the power of the ghost path was not weak, but it was far worse than the power of Tianxing.

"No, you have the power of the human world!"

"Human power?"

Liu Yu was even more confused, he didn't know what his second uncle meant at all, what he got was the inheritance of the ghost path and the inheritance of the lord of Shura, and he didn't get the inheritance of the lord of humanity at all, and it should be the ancestor who got the inheritance of the lord of humanity.

"Second uncle, why do you say that I have the power of the human world?"

Liu Yu couldn't help asking, but Liu Fanxin didn't speak, but shook his body and flew towards the sky.

……

In a dense jungle, a group of figures walked briskly through.

This group of people was the group of swordsmiths and Xuanyuan Po who ran out of the headquarters of the Sect of All Beings.

Xuanyuan Po has realized his mistake, and the biggest mistake in his life is to be controlled by the demons.

If he hadn't been controlled by the demons, he wouldn't have joined the Sect of All Beings, he wouldn't have killed his grandfather, and he wouldn't have killed Ning Rong'er and his children.

Now he has figured it out, in fact, his sad fate, Liu Yu is to blame, everything is to blame for his own mind is not so firm.

The first half of his life was too smooth, and he never tasted failure at all, so an accidental failure made him unbearable.

That's why he was controlled by his own demons, and now the death of Ning Rong'er and the child in her womb made Xuanyuan Po understand that the most precious thing in the world is not strength but family affection and love.

I don't care about what I have, and I always regret it until I lose it.

Now Xuanyuan Po is saddened by the death of Ning Rong'er and the child in her belly.

But he didn't continue to grieve, because he knew that Ning Rong'er and his children did not die completely, did not leave him, but lived by his side in another form.

Thinking of this, he tightened again, the divine sword in his arms.

He wants to go back to Kyoto, to the small courtyard where he grew up, to spend the rest of his life quietly with his wife and children.

"That group of people shouldn't catch up for a while, or let's rest for a while, Prince Xuanyuan!"

A young swordsmith said breathlessly while helping the old swordsmith.

After coming out of the Beings Sect, they were hunted down, and fortunately, Xuanyuan Po followed behind them, but the number of black-clothed deacons of those Beings Sect was too many, and they finally got rid of those people.

"It's good to rest for a while, after all, the master is old, and his body is a little unbearable!"

Xuanyuan Po glanced around, then nodded.

"Master Xuanyuan has been on this journey, thank you for your support!"

With the support of his disciple, the old swordsmith found a stone and sat down, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said.

At the beginning, he thought that Xuanyuan Po would not turn back at all, and he would make mistakes again and again, but now it seems that he was wrong, Xuanyuan Po has turned back, and the so-called prodigal son will not change his money, and now Xuanyuan Po's position has changed.

"Old man, you don't have to be polite to me, the reason why I Xuanyuan Po can see through it is because of your old man's guidance. ”

Saying that, Xuanyuan cracked the kettle on his waist and handed it over respectfully, in fact, from the beginning, when this divine sword was just cast, what the old swordsmith said was for Xuanyuan Po's good, but Xuanyuan didn't understand.

Now that he had calmed down, he thought about it carefully, and realized how serious his mistake really was.

"It's not too late for Xuanyuan Gongzi to turn back now, after all, you are still young, and you still have a good time! At your age, it is not bad, but it will be completely over if you wake up at my age!"

The old swordsmith took a sip of water, breathed a long sigh of relief, felt a lot more comfortable, and then talked to Xuanyuan Po about one of his senior brothers.

The old swordsmith had a senior brother who also learned the way of swordsmithing, but later he also fell into his own demons, always thinking of casting the most powerful sword in the world with powerful resentment.

It's just that the sword represents the righteousness between heaven and earth, and casting the sword with resentment is originally contrary to the theory of the sword.

The old swordsmith had also persuaded him many times, but instead of listening, he also caused a break between the brothers and sisters.

Thirty years of glory quietly flowed away, and the senior brother of the old swordsmith suddenly woke up, but by then it was too late, and a lifetime of time was wasted.

"Xuanyuan Po, thank you for the old man's teachings!"

After listening to the words of the old swordsmith, Xuanyuan Po also felt a lot, and respectfully bowed to the old man.

"Master Xuanyuan doesn't have to be polite, I'm an old man, I don't have the usual skills, I just can tell you the truth!"

The old swordsmith waved his hand, returned the kettle in his hand to Xuanyuan Po, and then got up and said, "Okay, old man, I'm almost resting, I can't let you young people be in danger because of me, old man!"

Saying that, the old swordsmith slowly walked forward with the support of his apprentice.

Xuanyuan Po and several other swordsmiths followed him.

The group had traveled some distance through the woods, and now they were about to leave the dense primeval forest.

"Out of the forest in front, everyone is going their separate ways, and we will cherish it more in the future!"

One of the swordsmiths said to everyone.

Hearing his words, the crowd quickened their pace, as if they saw the dawn of victory.

As soon as a few people walked out of the woods, they found a group of black-clothed deacons, and next to those black-clothed deacons stood the corpses of a woman in red robes and a group of ghost people.

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