Wang Daoxuan, empty bamboo, two immortal monarch-level overhauls from the heavenly realm, a pair of difficult brothers, only a trace of wandering soul was left in the dark space, and he was already silent.

The ancestral treasure that the human race had designed and wanted to seize for thousands of years was finally obtained by them, but they did not expect that they would become a pathetic blood food. Wang Daoxuan was an accident, but the empty bamboo was drilled in by himself, his life's clever calculation, with his own soul blood to deduce the heavenly machine, and finally found the trajectory of the heavenly palace, who knew that what was fished up was a terrible thing, Zu Bao had already recognized the master, and a "net" word cut off the connection between his soul and the body, and the soul returned to the magic map.

Now the two remnant souls have to accept their fate, Wang Daoxuan's unwilling heart is also silent, and the power of the ancestral treasure is not qualified for him to resist at all.

Unlucky, who knows how that reverse cultivator found his secret place, and who knows how this ancestral treasure fell into the hands of that reverse cultivator. This reincarnation is more auspicious and less auspicious, but it was really said by the empty bamboo opposite, however, this old thing with a clever fortune has not even escaped his own fate, isn't it a big joke.

In a dark space, there is no temperature, no passage of time. The two shadows could see each other, and they could sense it. The darkness is boundless, and all they can do is wait to be swallowed up by this darkness, quietly watching each other disappear, and they don't even have the energy to sigh.

"You two want to live and die!" an angry voice sounded coldly in the darkness.

The two spirits turned their heads to look around at the same time, and there was nothing around.

"If you want to live, you will be my instrument slave, guard the eight palaces, and if you want to die, you will scatter your soul and become Yuan Li. A small spirit also wants to covet the ancestral treasure and look for death!"

This machine spirit is also wonderful, obviously life and death are in his thoughts, do you still have to ask for the consent of two people? It's really their own way, even a machine spirit has such a character.

"Who are you?" asked Sora.

"Long-winded, do you think the spirit has a lot of time?!"

What are you busy doing without time?The empty bamboo's expression was dark, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Ben Ling? hehe, I can't think of it......"

I can't imagine that I have driven a machine spirit all my life, and then I have to guard the palace for a machine spirit? Circular retribution is not such a retribution method, right?

"You want me to be driven by the enemy, it's ridiculous!" Wang Daoxuan said angrily.

"Oh, I can't imagine that you really have backbone, since you are not afraid of death, the spirit will fulfill you!

After the voice was spoken, snow began to fall in the darkness, and clumps of palm-sized snowflakes fell on the top of the two of them and disappeared, while Wang Daoxuan's spirit body turned into an ice sculpture in an instant.

"Click!" a crisp voice sounded in the silence, and the ice sculpture turned into a cloud of snow and flew away. This kind of death is also simple, but seeing a true immortal fall in front of his eyes, the effect is still very shocking. Kongzhuzi couldn't help but be stunned: "Ah?!...... Huh?"

However, before the stunned mouth was closed, the snow melted, and a cloud of white gas condensed into a human form.

"Ahh

"Huh, the bones are quite hard. Again!" The voice in the darkness seemed to be interested.

Another snowflake flew and collapsed again, and the empty bamboo on the opposite side listened to the crisp breaking sound, and an old face gritted his teeth and twitched. The soul is shattered and does not die, and the pain is unimaginable.

"Ah...... Ah......" Wang Daoxuan screamed again and again, and when he heard the empty bamboo, he scolded in his heart: Don't die soon!

It sounded terrifying.

But the empty bamboo didn't make a sound, because Wang Daoxuan couldn't die, and in this ancestral treasure, it wasn't that you could die if you wanted to. The old guy was miserable when he met this perverted machine spirit, and this damn machine spirit didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Shattering the spirit body three times, the voice seemed to be surprised and angry: "I can't imagine that you are so difficult to kill!"

"Whew!"

As soon as the voice fell, in Wang Daoxuan's chest that had just risen, a white flame quickly ignited the spirit body, and after Wang Daoxuan screamed again, it turned into a firefly in the sky.

However, after the fire was extinguished, wisps of remnant souls were still condensed together.

"Respectfully!"

"I! I want to live!" the old guy finally figured it out, and his old face was so painful that he couldn't even make out the empty bamboo, and he squeezed out a sentence with crooked eyes and slanted eyes.

Here he can't afford to die.

"I want to live, hey, the human race is smart, it's better to die than to live. The machine spirit sneered.

Wang Daoxuan raised his head and glared: I'll grass you a horse! You won't let me die well!

"What did you say?"

"Ahh Wang Daoxuan was taken aback and said with a wry smile.

"Hmph, you are not worthy of guarding the Eighth Palace, and it is reluctant to guard a Tianyue Palace. ...... What about you?"

The empty bamboo arched his hand: "I am also willing to live." ”

"It's better to die than to live, if you say it earlier, Ben Ling will not be infamous. ”

Just saw Wang Daoxuan's tragic situation once, and Kong Zhuzi's heart wanted to talk about the conditions, but it immediately became cold. I'm afraid there will be no day to be reborn as a tool slave, but the way I died just now is really unaffordable!

"Whoosh!" two white lights flew away.

Take two remnants out of your anger, or do you want to scare me with this?!

It was pitch black in front of the eyes of the two immortal monarchs, but Lang Yu on the opposite side saw them clearly, seeing that the two spirit bodies were sealed into the two heavenly gates, Lang Yu raised his hand and pushed his nose, and snorted coldly.

The machine spirit is still unwilling, but dares to be wild to him.

Looking back at the master, he smiled and said, "Master don't worry, I'm afraid that the disciple's current cultivation will not be able to rescue the master, but this time we will not be separated again." ”

"Hehe, the teacher is already a dead man, what's so terrible, I don't know what kind of cultivation you are now, although the nine gates of the fairy world are constantly fighting, but for the reverse cultivation of the lower realm, it is suppressed by the same force, presumably it has not been so good in the past few years. ”

Lang Yu smiled and sat on top of the Heavenly Gate: "Master, please take a seat, a lot of things have indeed happened over the years, and the disciples naturally have to report them one by one, and there are still two questions to ask the teacher." ”

"Hahahaha......" Yang Xiao seemed to know what Lang Yu asked, nodded with a smile, and sat opposite: "Then let's talk about your experience first." ”

"Master, hehe. Lang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The master was originally born in this world, but he has been hiding from me for more than twenty years. ”

"In that world where the mystical qi is thin, it's useless to tell you, who can believe that there are really immortals in this world who can fly to the sky?"

"That's true, Duan Boyang, who could fly around in the sky at the beginning, was extremely shocking, and the disciple knew that there was no escape. Thinking about the pursuit of Tianfengmen, it was the disciple who did something wrong. ”

"Oh, do you mean the two dragons?"

"Of course not, but I misunderstood the prophecy of the Onibu Master. ”

"What!?"

suddenly

Yang Xiao was moved when he heard this, and almost didn't stand up: "What did you say!?Have you seen the Venerable Ghost Bu?!"

Langyu was also taken aback. Immediately realized something, his eyes flashed and asked, "I remember telling the master that it was the three words of the ghost Bu Master that allowed me to escape from the water prison and get the Jiuyang lantern." Why, the master has seen this person?"

"Of course I remember it should be 'Thirteen'. ”

"Not bad. ”

"You mean the blind old man?"

"It's him, and the disciple only learned later that he was the Venerable Ghost Bu. ”

"Sizzle-" Yang Xiao's eyes shrank, staring at Lang Yu's eyes tightly, and took a long breath, revealing a deep doubt and shock in his expression.

"It can't be such a coincidence......," the old man said to himself slowly after a long time.

Lang Yu didn't ask again, just waited quietly. Yang Xiao is from this realm, he recognized the ancient scroll, from the words of that machine spirit, Lang Yu has boldly guessed a secret, at this time, the master will naturally no longer hide it.

"Master Ghost, hmph, you and I may have been used by him, but I don't know what this unpredictable Master is going to do?"

One thing, a person, it is not strange for it to happen or appear by chance, but if it appears several times in a row, I am afraid it will not be accidental, not to mention this person who sees the head but does not see the end, it is difficult for others to find him, but he has appeared again and again by the side of this pair of masters and apprentices, Yang Xiao is not a fool, and naturally feels that things are abnormal.

The old man's next words seem to involve a conspiracy behind it, and this matter must be related to the secrets of the Daochen Realm. Lang Yu looked back at the golden pagoda in the glow, this should have been a secret that could not be passed on, but the master couldn't leave the ancient scroll, and he couldn't help but ask the secret in it, but he couldn't avoid this machine spirit.

He turned around and asked, "Could it be that the master has also been guided by the Venerable Ghost Bu?"

Yang Xiao shook his head silently: "The master has never seen that person, the reason why the teacher entered the hinterland of divine punishment with them back then was because the immortal of the immortal gate said that this was the calculation of the Venerable Master." I got this ancient scroll for my teacher's death, and I thought it was a mistake, but now that I think about it, that immortal should have come for this treasure. ”

"Master, do you know what kind of treasure this ancient scroll is?"

"Huh?" Yang Xiao raised his eyes and stared at Lang Yu.

"This is an ancestral treasure. Seeing that Yang Xiao was still confused, he explained again: "Master, have you heard that the Three Treasures set the Daochen, the Heavenly Palace, the South China Sea, and the Divine Punishment each have an ancestral treasure that maintains the existence of the entire Daochen Realm, and this ancient scroll is the treasure of the Heavenly Palace's guardianship, the Sealing Demon Map. ”

The old man's eyes widened in astonishment. He may not know whether the Boundary Treasure is the Ancestral Treasure or the Ancestral Treasure, but this treasure can maintain the Daochen Realm, and he can certainly imagine what kind of existence this is.

The master has obtained the treasure of demarcation, that is to say, he should also have another identity - the Holy Lord. It's a pity that he died.

This idea was also something that Lang Yu had just guessed, because the machine spirit said that it had received more than one soul blood.

"Since this treasure brought the master's soul to the world of the previous life to be reborn, I'm afraid it has another purpose, maybe it is to bring me back here?"

Wouldn't the truth be revealed as soon as you ask the machine spirit about these things? However, can you ask about this kind of conspiracy and calculation?

The two of them were discussing the conspiracy of the two realms in the space of this ancestral treasure, and of course the machine spirit would not fail to hear it, but it was silent.

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